Wilco GMC Buldog (you grow accustomed to this kind of car) picked you up from Mata's place, and head for the Sioux border.
OOC: Wilco, please post the description of both yourself and the car
Since this are not rush hours yet, the mandatory SINs check took longer than usual, and the inspection was more detailed, but Mata's smooth talk breezed you through anyway. Somehow he managed to convince the guard checking you that you have legitimate business in Sioux Sector, that this are not a beer cans on the van floor, and that there is nothing suspicious in band consisting of an elf, dwarf and troll driving merrily through Denver.
The MeetThe first thing you notice when you arrive at the address Tabby gave you is that she wasn’t kidding when she said ranch. The smell of horses and clean hay wafts across the afternoon air as you look around. Further down the road you can see the front
entrance to the Horse Trot Ranch.
While riding you browsed a little on the ranch using Cursor's links, and read through its advertisements. Most of this area has been cleared of the developments from the late 20th century and given over to pastureland for the horses. Falcone Corporate Consultants does their best to maintain the feeling of untouched rolling hills. Small groves of trees are carefully spread throughout and manicured to appear “natural” despite their layout for meeting places and trust exercises.
At six o’clock exactly, the doors to one of the smaller stables opens and an Arabic human man in his midthirties comes walking out towards you. He waves his arm gesturing for you to come over and once you are close enough to speak without shouting, the man introduces himself as Hafiz.
OOC: Eight-stone, entrance guards will not allow you to enter facility without opening your duffel bag. I assumed you left in the van. If no, than you're not with the rest of the team.
Come, my friends. Mr. Jaron will be speaking with you in the rear stables. He turns and heads back into the stables. Your eyes adjust almost immediately to the slightly dimmer light inside. Hafiz moves over to stand behind the man you recognize from the file as Jaron Falcone. Falcone is seated in a stainless steel wheelchair. A sharply angled nose draws your attention to him immediately and despite, or perhaps because of, his disability, Jaron has a practiced air of confidence that seems to overcome his physical inability.
Thank you all for coming. I apologize if I am short with you, but time is of the essence right now. A package dear to my business was forcefully removed from the ranch this morning. You job is going to be to retrieve said package and return it to me. I’ll pay you a 5,000¥ each now and 20,000¥ more when you are done.
