I summon a watcher for 1 hour. I'll buy the hits for summoning and drain (I only need 1 hit on both).
Next I go scouting on the astral. Normally things like villages will show clearly on the astral. If I encounter a group of people without a village I'll report that as well.
intuition 3 + assensing 3 =6 (6d6.hits(5) =3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3876973/)
"See, that's part of the concern - do we really want to be out in the open and visible?"
"Nope, no gear to worry about here. Never felt too comfortable with the whole "hey, let's cut people open and shove new stuff in them" thing, you know? But anyhow, we're not getting any closer to that lodge just standing here; can you do your scanning thing while we walk?" Sam glanced anxiously at the sky. He wasn't a woodsman, but he could tell that the sun seemed to be getting pretty high. And he was starting to get hungry. Morning's getting on...must be near breakfast time...damn it.
"Trying to piece something together, actually - some fucker dosed me with laés and dropped me in a dead zone; their idea of a fun joke I guess. Last I can recall was being there on Sunday for some lunch and/or dinner around 3. You remember where I went after that?"
Seeing a crowd gather around Sammy made Clementine feel glad she wasn't in show business. There was no way she could handle a sea of raving fans without lashing at a few. It seemed quite stressful but Sammy was handling it like a pro. "She seems born to be in the spotlight that one" thought Clementine. Looking over to the rest of the group, she spotted Sam sweet talking to the waitress. "Is that really necessary?" she asked herself.
She looked around to see if anyone besides the fans was acting suspicious or looked shocked seeing the group.
[SPOILER]Perception 3 + Intuition 4 + Perceptive 2 + Actively looking 3 (12d6.hits(5)=3) (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3938306/) 3 hits but a glitch [/SPOILER]
After chatting a bit about a whole lot of nothing, she let drop a small hint that the movie would be touching on smuggling.
"Oh, the producer is still looking for some people who might be willing to offer some technical assistance on that," she asked, making it sound like an afterthought instead of the main issue, "you know, so we have at least the big things right. It like the things that mages do on trid. If you tried that in real life, you would probably fry your brain."
Splitting his attention between his conversation with Johnny and local events, Fionn piped up as though Samantha's comment had reminded him of something. "Speaking of technical matters, I do need to worry about gear for the crew. Anywhere good around here to get ahold of tech?"
John smiled at that, "Yep you're from Cal Free, you might be able to just drop by a collector of military hardware down where you come from. Around here if you just stop by a guy's place that has the stuff you want you are likely to get a good look at the business end. I will make a few calls and try to set something up, how long are you in town? Oh we probably have most of that other stuff at the mall, or at worst the Stuffer Stop out on 90."
While everybody was out and about, Sammy was still in the diner chatting up some locals. It was something she missed at times, although more like this than the stuff she had to do in LA. There you often were paraded in costumes hardly worthy of the name in front of a whole lot of boring people with a high PITO rating. Here people were at least honest, or relatively honest.
Johnny has tried to stay quite on the trip maintaining a friendly smile. He mostly paid attention to their surroundings looking for anything, anyone, or anyplace they might find useful later and trying to remember where they where. "None of this works though Sam. Sheriff we need a place for a fight scene. I can't say to much about the plot but..." Johnny paused for a second thinking "We need some place that our main character can get beat up and then stumble onto... I think they are called coyotes?"
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Perception: 8d6.hits(5)=2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3945482/)
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Sam chuckled. "Sheriff, trids haven't worried about getting all the details right since the old flat-screen days. The distance between any two points in a trid is exactly how long the director wants it to be. If the training grounds have the sort of scenery that our stunt guys need, we can film there and make it look like they're where the script needs them; most of our audience won't care, and the ones who do will talk about the discrepancy on the 'net--which is just more publicity for us. See? Win-win, all over the place. Heck, you'll probably see an uptick in tourism from people wanting to see for themselves. Mind taking us out there for a look?"
"Well, it just so happens that one of the collectors I was thinking of has a spread out that way, and he is actually one of the more friendly ones, by that I mean he is one who won't greet us with a shotgun even if we are expected. I can give him call, maybe kill two birds with one stone."
The girl, Melissa Blue Sky, thanks Sammy and leaves with a human woman, they get in a car and slowly pull around the corner.
"Maybe twenty miles out of town." Running Bear looked at Sam as he made his way back to his office to place the call, "I don't know what you are concerned about, but if you are thinking someone around here will make a stink or a problem, don't. If you have your paperwork straight, we will have no problem, none that graft or under the table stuff like the big city. That don't fly in Yakima."
The girl, Melissa Blue Sky, thanks Sammy and leaves with a human woman, they get in a car and slowly pull around the corner.
Sammy started to wrap up, claiming she had some more work to do as she had to check out a couple of things, but staying deliberately vague. She thanked the diner chef for the meal and told them they might be back, before going out and also going around the corner.
There she got into the car that was waiting.
"Okay, lead the way," she said.
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I assume they just waited around the corner, otherwise I'll walk a bit further.
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"If he is willing to do business, the fella I am thinking of has quite a collection, should have no trouble finding what you need, he even has some vehicles if I am not mistaken. His family was involved in reclaiming the proving grounds, so they even have some antique UCAS hardware." as they pull up to the office, the lawman makes one more attempt, "I am good at reading folks Sam, but I ain't one to pry, folks out here know to leave well enough alone when they aren't wanted."
Ok, so this clearly was going to be a bust unless she could talk him into getting her into contact with his old crew. But she would have to play it out.
"That might work," she said, "I think the casting is already done, but we're mostly looking for a technical advisor. You know, someone who can make sure the technical details are correct. That's actually how I started in the trids, as an off-screen mage. Now, you said you worked with smugglers. Was that smuggling stuff and people in and/or out of Seattle?"
"Hooking you up with one of the smugglers? I dunno, if you want the experience, we can find people to take you out on the test courses, they put a beating on those things when they test them from what I hear. I have been trying to get on at some of those places myself, or the racing circuit, yeah that would be a way to go."
"Well if you don't need to check in, we can go on out there. Jan, I am heading out to the Martell place if you need me."
"I'll discuss it with the techies and the producers," Sammy said, "but if there exist test grounds, maybe we can use those to actually run certain parts of the film with real vehicles. It will depend on producers of course, but I've always liked it more with real things than with things painted in later. Well, thank you for your explanation and if you give me your commcode, we'll contact you should we go with that option."
"The Mega-mart sounds like a better choice if we tip anyone off," Ikari pondered, while looking at the shoes Blackeagle had let him take from the lodge. The change as his skin mimicked his clothes and surroundings was sudden, complete, and the lack of gradient was contrastingly unsubtle when compared with the final result.
"Could you pull up anything on their employee records or asset protection? Are we going to have to dry run on palming product onto someone to see what security response is? Can you do anything with the commlink RFID chips, or fool their systems into thinking stock has already been sold? Does either store employ trolls or awakened? As for what I can do ... it depends, no?"
Talk about an unremarkable entry in Seattle, Sammy thought, on the other hand, it might be our best option. Well, first check with the rest of the group before I promise anything.
"Can you give me your commcode," Sammy said when they arrived at the diner, "I'll contact you, or have someone contact you, as soon as I know more."
Walking around the grounds, Sam gestured to the security systems and said, "John, being greeted at the door with a shotgun by some overly-cautious person I can understand. But is all of this really necessary out here? Does everyone have this sort of setup, or is Mr. Martell just...more cautious than most?" He clearly wanted to say "paranoid", but suspected that his conversation might very well be actively monitored, and didn't want to risk upsetting their host. "We're talking about bringing a sizable crew out here, with a lot of really expensive gear. But if all this is necessary for security...well..."
"You know Red, you talk as if you're the mastermind of the group and we're the drooling idiots that'll do as you say, regardless of whether or not it's something we can pull off. During these planning stages, we'll let the group know what we can and can't due in given situations. You're the one that keeps going on about teamwork, yet you keep treating us like you're in charge. Its one or the other, Red. Oh, and Zen is very,very hallucinogenic. So, we got problems if all the shit you're seeing seems completely normal to you."
"This is an amazing collection Nick. If we end up filming here in town I'd love to bring a few people out here who would really appreciate it. Our firearms tech would lose it just looking at what you have in this room. Tell me though, why all the security way out here?" Johnny waved his arm around illustrating the compound.
"No, everyone isn't as crazy as Nick, or as rich, but his spread is one of the largest, and he has no problem seeing it get all shot to hell." Running Bear explained as he walked away from the compound. "Look, Sam, I would be lying if I said I am not concerned that you are going to bring all kinds of foolishness to my little town, but if this is gonna work, you are gonna have to be clear, what is the issue you are having."
"No problem," Sammy said as she signed the picture, "say, do you know where the rest of the bunch went?""Not really, they haven't come back through since you all left, and you two were the last ones, don't you have their comms?"
"No problem," Sammy said as she signed the picture, "say, do you know where the rest of the bunch went?""Not really, they haven't come back through since you all left, and you two were the last ones, don't you have their comms?"
"Gotta be ready when the Ruskies come!" Nick said conspiritorially looking serious, then laughed "Actually, that was the reason my grandad did this in the first place. Me? I just like the toys, and this is how I get to play."
Quote"Gotta be ready when the Ruskies come!" Nick said conspiritorially looking serious, then laughed "Actually, that was the reason my grandad did this in the first place. Me? I just like the toys, and this is how I get to play."
Johnny chuckled "So your grandfather built this place, huh? Johnny looked around appreciatively. He looked down at a pistol on the table and seemed to have a thought " Hey do you know if there's a practice range around? If I' going to be putting guns into the hands of actors I'm gonna need them certified and familiar with using firearms ASAP. Even though we aren't using live rounds safety is always my number one concern."
Sam started talking faster, as if, having decided to trust his secret to the sheriff, he wanted to say it all before he lost his courage. "Back sixty, seventy years ago, there were a fair number of things called "reality shows". They were huge. People watched them constantly. Didn't seem to matter how hokey the premise, how low the production values were...people watched them. My boss thinks we could tap into that. You know, make a reality trid. And his idea...well, it's a survival-of-the-fittest gig, you know? Take a group of city people and put them out in the wilderness with as little as possible. Maybe not even the clothes on their backs, if we can get away with that. Then see if they can make it home, whether they're willing to break the law to do so, will they work together as a group or fall to infighting...and film it all with hidden camera drones. Maybe even broadcast it live, let people vote on who's going to make it, you know?"
"Thing is, my boss wants me to make sure that our...contestants...can actually pull this off. Which is the real reason for this scouting trip. The trid Ms. Delavine thinks we're going to do? Well, it might happen--we've got an early script that we've shown her--but we couldn't afford to do it right now. Not unless this survival show works out the way we need it to. So, I'm looking around, and I'm getting nervous. If normal people out here are this scared of something--" he gestured at the security again, "--well, I need to know what that is, and figure out if it's going to kill our contestants. Or worse the show. I mean, we expect a certain amount of challenge from wild animals, sure, but are people out here so scared and mistrustful of strangers that they wouldn't be able to get help? Or is there a corporation doing something shady out here that our people might run afoul of? We weren't figuring on anyone getting shot at unless they tried to steal what they needed or tried to sneak across the border or something else equally stupid...but if they could get shot just for going to a random house to ask for help, well..." Sam's courage finally left him, and he broke off, not looking at anything in particular.
"Could probably sell the idea that Icarus is Samantha's assistant or something... Work for you, mate? Do keep in mind you'd have to keep the image up until we left Yakima."
“Well, I can assure you that I don’t see anyone getting shot off a doorstep just for showing up, though if you strip down some troll banger from the barrens to his birthday suit and set him loose around here I can’t see people welcoming him into their home with a blanket and a cup of coffee. “ John grinned at his joke, “I guess this would be a good place to try that kinda thing, the mountains if the Nations are about as low-tech as anywhere gets anymore. I assume you are going to get all the permits you need from Council Island and what not. I don’t think the concerns you mention are going to be a problem, I would be worried about the bloodbath you are going to be in for the first time they stumble across some wolves or a bear, or some paracritter.”
The Amerind thinks it over a bit as he walked, “The logistics of it shouldn’t be your concern though, the contestants are your problem. Unless it is somehow against the rules to have someone just walk in and say they need help, I mean it’s not like you are going to use SINless for this show, if they are on the Net I can’t imagine we wouldn’t try to get them home, might ask a few questions, but we would get them there. Had a runaway do that last year, no clue how she got here, but she walked into the station and said she was from MCT in Seattle and could we get her home. Then you got the ones with The Talent, they could seem like they were bedding down and then go astral and get in touch with all their buddies back home to help them out, I mean everybody’s got friends, right?” He walks along a bit before looking around again.
“Tell you this much though, it sure would be funny as hell to see some pinkskin cityfolk running around the woods, you might have a hit in the NAN at least.” John grins again.
"Let's take this base, now. How long has it been abandoned? Any chance there's some old vehicles that'd still run tucked away somewhere?"
"Not abandoned, reclaimed. When the Salish took responsibility for this area we did a pretty good job of cleaning the place up. T-Birds probably have a few little hidey holes and favored runs, but we keep that to a minimum. That is the biggest problem we have, the smugglers tearing through the place." Running Bear said, "But this area is more of a passthrough for them, the real operations are up around Seattle and out to the east."
"It's just that I hope they are not in trouble with something magical they need our help for," Sammy said, before lowering her voice a bit, "and you probably wouldn't know it, but all these autograph hunters become annoying at times. Luckily I think I've seen most of the village already."Heron shook his head, lowering his voice as well. "There's worse problems to have, you know. But honestly, I don't see how you deal with all the attention. Doesn't it kindof detract from the kind of 'extra' work we get into? I can't imagine doing the 'high profile runner' thing." He sighed, and said, "But if they are in magical trouble, there is little I could do for them from here besides sending a a spirit to help. Even if I went astral and found them, I couldn't affect the physical world with my spells. And a spirit would simply announce to everyone that a mage is around."
"As flattered as this is, there's absolutely no need to escalate this any further" interjects Clementine. She goes over to the stranger and tries to whisper to him, "come on, we're filming here. It's all role-playing and you're killing the moment. I mean, just look at me: I could easily take him on if I wanted to."
Figuring that he'd gotten about as much from the Sheriff as he could for now, Sam was content to let the conversation flow naturally into idle chit-chat on the drive back to town. As he climbed out of the SUV, a quick glance confirmed that while the two mages were still at the diner, most of the crowd had dissipated, apparently taking the "coarser" members of the team with them. Huh, when did I start thinking of us as a team? he thought to himself.
Turning to the sheriff with a smile, he extended his hand and said, "Yes, John, thanks so much for the tour. You've been very helpful. I'm sure we'll have more to talk about as the production gets moving. Oh, and I don't believe you've gotten a chance to meet our celebrity--would you like me to introduce you to Miss Delavine?"
"Another time, I should be getting back to the station. I can't spend all day playing tour guide, who knows there might be some criminals in town." He grins at his joke as he shakes hands with Jonny and Sam, then takes his leave.
Johnny waited until the sheriff had pulled out of the parking lot before turning to Sam and braking into song. "I shot the sheriff but I did not shoot the deputy." He didn't sing loudly but he was very off key. He stopped and scratched his left ear "I've had that stuck in my head the whole time brotha'. But did we get what we need?" He looked through the glass windows of the diner wondering how the others had faired.
The Diner:
As Sam and Jonny enter the diner, Alice shows them a dazzling smile "Welcome back darlin', I thought the sheriff arrested you." Looking around, the diner has cleared out in the mid afternoon down to few folks getting a late lunch. The owner is in the back cooking, the other waitress is gone and no one seems to be especially concerned with Sammy and Heron, except a couple of young orks in a corner booth. They notice your attention and the boy goes back to his fries as the younger girl waves.
"Hey guys," Sammy said to the two, "the rest not back yet?"
" I was here this morning with my nene, I'm Melissa." she shakes Sam's hand, "That's my brother Matty, Ms. Delavane said he could be a tech-ni-cal advisor on your movie cuz he used to be a smuggler and could get his friends to help you." Matt turns bright red and shushes his sister, "Keep it down Mel, she said she would try, this is probably her boss, your gonna get us in trouble."
Looking at Sam, Matt continues, a little chagrined and a lot more quietly "I have been making some calls, sir, looks like the guy I told Ms Delavane about can be found, if you are interested."
A mixture of emotions fly across the face of Matthew Blue Sky and eventually settle on a study in calm professionalism. "How every you want to handle it sir, I am really interested in getting some real experience. Not a lot of folks hiring around here for technical work if you have a record. Anyway, we will need to meet a guy who can put us in touch with the pilot, I will have to go with you, because he is kinda touchy about meeting new people. He is gonna be at the truckstop out at the end of old 80."
Shortly there after, the team from Ares-mart arrives at the diner.
"That's gonna be more Sam's area than mine; I can play backup as needed, as you've seen, but I take the impression that he's more the specialist. Should mention, though - I'm already a bit in the hole with my fixer; not sure if your guy is gonna have an issue with that or not." He turned to Sam. "You got anyone you should call? I've got these things pretty well locked down, so you should be safe to do it."
O'Connor grimaced at the thought of being saddled with a screaming brat, "Oh god, frag that shit. Nah man, that job you lined me up with has gone a bit south. Me an' the crew I was set up with all woke up on the side of a fraggin' mountain yesterday with no clothes, no guns, no cash, and no memory of the job, the Johnson, or how we ended up on that damn mountain. Right now some of the others are workin' on a way to get us back into town. What I'm worried 'bout is if the Johnson is lookin' to clean this mess up. Can ya put out some feelers and let me know what we'll be walkin' into? Oh and, either way, we're gonna need hardware for eight, but like I said we ain't exactly got cash at the mo."
Clem turns to O'Connor and says, in a low voice, "I found us a loan to pay for our trip back to Seattle, but someone needs to negotiate the price with the coyotes."
Matt looks grim for a second, then seems to get determined. "No, I will stick with you guys, this is the best opportunity I have had in months. You need the wheels and you might need somebody local who can be inconspicuous."
"This should do nicely... Wouldn't mind finding somewhere to rest up for a bit." He took Sam off to the side for a second. "We should probably get our facts straight, mate. What'd you tell the sheriff about what we're here for?"
"This should do nicely... Wouldn't mind finding somewhere to rest up for a bit." He took Sam off to the side for a second. "We should probably get our facts straight, mate. What'd you tell the sheriff about what we're here for?"
Sam shrugged. "Told him we were looking to film a reality show about a group of people stranded in the ass-end of nowhere with no gear, trying to find a way back to the city, but that most of the crew didn't know that was the actual goal--that most of you guys, including Sammy, think we're actually doing prep work for an adventure 'trid of some sort. Figured that would give us something to fall back on if anyone failed to play their part."
His eyes narrowing slightly, he continued, "Which brings us to what the hell you four managed to do to get the fuzz all riled up. Dammit, I probably could've had the sheriff signing up to play a dancing bear in the 'trid if he hadn't gotten called back to the office suddenly. Granted, I expect O'Connor and the Ork to blow any role more complicated than 'go beat that thing up'--hell, they didn't seem to have done even that much against that barghest!--but I thought you'd be able to keep them in check. What'd you do, get drunk and let them mug a banker?"
"I'll have to see about that," Sammy said to Liam, "Just a second, I have to check up on something."
She walked over to where Sam was looking at clothes.
"The group from the mall is wanted for questioning," she said softly so Liam wouldn't hear, "we'll have to see what we're going to do with them, but I know a couple of illusions that can change their appearance. Liam is on to us, but I think he'll keep it silent if I give him some contacts in LA, which is not a problem for me. But be careful when you go to that meeting."
Fionn took as many members of the group as he could quietly aside. "Alright, here's the deal. There's chatter going back and forth between the local cops, the AresMart guys, and their regional security office - some sort of inconsistency in their records, however the hell that happened. They know about the theft, and that it occurred at the same time as the shouting match that Clem and O'Connor had. The AresMart rent-a-cops have pretty much just assumed it was us and want to come straight for us if they can manage to track us down, but the sheriff's people are taking things a bit slower. We're going to have eyes looking for us on the roads out of town, because they want to ask us a few questions - and they know about O'Connor's record. My suggestion is that we get everyone out of town just as soon as we can - and we might want to take advantage of the fact that they won't likely recognize the other car as being something we have access to to do it."
"Maybe we should just go with black - anything else might look strange with my skin tone. Outside of that, so long as you keep it long enough that I can cover up my ears should the need arise, I'll be fine. You can change it back to its natural colour later, right?" He let her do her work and went to find some alternate clothes and a hat to go with it. Concealing the hairline might help...
While he was looking he made a quick aside comment to Torley. "Look, if we're heading out into the wilderness again it wouldn't hurt to have some supplies. Might be one of these two is a bit of the outdoorsy type - hell, could even be a shotgun around or something; given our past experience with the local wildlife that'd be handy as hell. But we'd need some way of asking about that which doesn't give away the plan, some kind of disinformation or something. Can you think of anything?"
The diner that is attached to the truck stop does not have a name, and really, why bother? There is no character to the place, just a counter and a few booths, with some Flav-O-Rite vending machines on the back wall for those who have no interest in dealing with metahumanity. For all that it is reasonably busy, which helps the runners who go inside identify where they are going. Among the booths there is only one with a single occupant, a greasy looking Caucasian reading off a hand held datapad while he sips from a mug. Matty heads straight for him.
Matty waves Torley and Sammy to take seats in the booth, "Tony, hey, these are VIPs I told you that wanted to 'get religion' and needed a hookup." The comment is delivered deadpan, so it must have been some coded phrase. The message sent, Matty steps back and swivels a seat around to sit on. The action clearly intended to cede control of the meet to the principals in the booth.
The greasy man looks a bit perturbed at the young ork, but covers it with an introduction of his own. "Antonio D'Angelo Mazzarini, I have known to help people get introduced from time to time, I am understanding you have need of my services?"
The fixer moves up to Torley with the stick dangling off his lip and offers his case to him. "You may think you are above all this pal, but you called me, and I am not one that is working on a timetable. Are we gonna do business or what?"
The case snaps closed and returns to his pocket as the fixer takes a drag of whatever it is he is smoking. "Well Mr J, whether we play ball or not I got the only goal in town so if you wanna do business you'll figure out a way to make me happy. To the business at hand, the transport lined up is a one-way trip, no frills border hop into the Puyallap Barrens, anything beyond that will be through a new contractor, so once again I have to ask what kind of extraction are you going to need so we can figure out a number."
[OOC: Torley needs to give me a Con roll for the negotiations so far and a second one with whatever line of bull you are about to feed him about a second job :) ]
Out in the parking lot a smile has returned to Mazzarini's face, not the "let's be friends" fake smile that he had in the diner, but the look of devil rat that has just spotted a wounded pigeon. "Certainly Mr J, let's just make sure about the color of you cred. Considering the full boat, risk and timetable, I think a hundred grand for a hop into Seattle is fair."
<<Hey, Agrona, what's the word?>>
<<Creidhne, you near this world mate?>>
<<Job went south in what looks to be a bad way. May need transport in either Redmond or Puyallup in the near future, there anything you can do?>> He fired the message to Agrona, before replying the Creidhne.
<<Things took a pretty bad turn for this team I'm with, so we're stranded outside of Seattle without any memory for about a day long timeframe. Got a way back into the city, but we're gonna need a ride from either Puyallup or Redmond. You got anything in the right area?>> Fionn knew that Creidhne liked to use drones and vehicles as a way to get closer to the physical realm, so there was always a chance he'd have something in the right place, or could get it there.
<<Team might have the cash if you've got the wheels.>>
<<What is it you seek, my friend?>>
"No chica, the Ghost is here. Tell you what, since we got some time, les play a leetle game. If one of you can guess which one ees my little Ghost from where chu are, I take 10g off da trip. If no, you gotta give a kiss....and dinner at the top o' the needle after we get you home." Jesus looks at Matty, "And you no get to help, homes, so keep it tight."
Jesus looks at the rest of you, smug certainty on his face.
"So I believe there is still a matter of fund exchange? Then we can get going as soon as the rest of your team gets here."
Once at the meet point, O'Connor grabbed one of the stolen commlinks to check the time, *Please tell me I broke even.*
"You know how these things go," Sammy said, "Today a star, tomorrow forgotten. I've had the mischance of having a small accident during filming. As the filming has to go on, they simply give your role to someone else. Also my sister went missing in Seattle and that was why I was there. To search for her. That's when I decided to stay out of the filming business for a while. Maybe I go back one day, maybe not. There I have the advantage of having magical talent, which is rare enough that they won't say no should I decide to go back. But for now I'd rather stay away from all the fake stuff that is Hollywood, the constant pressure with their PITO system and all that. And if I decide one day to go back, the experience I've gotten here running the shadows will make me a better actress, at least in movies or series about shadowrunning."
The last was delivered with a small smile. Most people had seen movies about shadowrunning and knew that reality wasn't as in the trids.
The response you get back from her is confusing, but suddenly gives you hope:
"Hey Sam! Thought you were gonna get back to me after, that was a strange scene wouldn't you say?"
You don't remember any thing strange about the last time you saw Sarah, which was over a week before your 'blackout', and you made no plans to call her then.
In Sammy's headset alone the following message also, "Hey chica, I will see you at the Needle, Friday at 2000, wear something sexy, I collect my kiss then. Adios."
"He's not a fighter Nanny he's a mechanic but he's not limited to cars from what I understand. I figured with all the pies you have your fingers in you could use people with all skill sets."
<<I know you guys might be inclined to be suspicious, but I get the impression this guy's on the level - at the very least, he seems to believe what he's saying and genuinely want to help. May be best to play this out for the time being, rather then taking the risk of escalating matters.>>
. Rapid reconnaissance of the findings show that the focus searched for to be in a shielded, but otherwise undefended location on the southern end of Puget Sound, in an unoccupied building north of the Tacoma docks.[/spoiler]