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[IC} Black Trenchcoat - Out of the frying pan...

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adzling:
"Ahh-koo-roe" he drawled in his perfect reproduction of The Stranger ne' Clint Eastwood, "tha Goo-mee will be sending their own Johnson I reckon.
Only snag is short notice, which Cowboy shouldn't mind as it usually means top dollar.
Gotta meet at Lou's Tattoos Downtown. Tonight, in 2 hours and 59 minutes.
Ping me the deets on each runner you pull and tell them to run an AR icon of a black raven.
Be there or be square."

Redwulfe:
Akuro replied with a small chuckle that cold warm the heart of even the hardest of killers. "Cowboy would like to note that, they did not contact Cowboy so you will need to secure his cut 15% for short notice.  He has instructed me to send you the files after you have been cleared to contact. Cowboy will stay out of contacting the others so their is less confusion in the process. He also says, Thank you for this, we will not forget you as you did not forget us."

After hanging up with Ban, Cowboy looks to Akuro and nods his head approving her to send the invite on her behalf. She bows slightly to him and then turns to walk to the kitchen as she beens a mass message to the runners she was sent by him.

"This is Akuro, Cowboy has asked me to contact you for a job that has a meeting that is in a few hours. He would like to greatly apologize for the rush that this puts you in and will understand if you are unavailable on such short notice. If you accept his proposal we will send you contact information and dossier to the face that will be representing you in the negotiation with the Johnson. This face is well known to us and his desecration is vouched for by cowboy himself."

Marcus:
The Rain poured down, Ace's windshield wipers ran on high attempting to keep the BMW's view clear, as Ace made his way across town, the sound system play "The Touch" from the Oldies Rock Stream. Ace paused the music and listened to message, and laughed to himself; Who knew the Shadows would require a resume? He was still getting used to the feel of his new wardrobe, having worn Paladin armor for so long it felt strange to be dressed in something totally different. The Sleeping Tiger might be en Vogue in the Shadows but wearing one was a very different experience from security armor.

He continued to cruise the streets, the music resuming, calling his skillwire interface, he accessed the skill database and started sorting through possible skills that could assist, secretarial? Didn't seem to fit, HR management now that sounded more like the ticket. He downloaded the option and activated the skills soft. Just like that he felt like he had good idea of what would be need for such a CV.

He switched the Car to Autopilot and composed a quickly response:

Ace-
Elven Augmented Violence Prevention Specialist and Professional Combatant.

Areas of Expertise:
Unarmed Combat (Skill Rating Exceptional)
Pistols (Skill Rating Professional)
Stealth (Above Average)
Driver (Above Average)
Professionally Grade Martial Artist
Special Abilities of Note: Skillwires, and access to skillwire network for rapid skill download.

Areas of Weakness:
Lacks any awakened talents.
Not a strong communicator
Extreme dislike and likely violent reaction against Humanis Poli Clubs.
Limitedly Restricting Personal Code.

Ace Finished the message by appending his Comcode and sent it off.

Areas of weakness, probably a poor choice of words, honest may count for something but I need a better way to phrase that.

Calling up his PAN control, he googled and downloaded a raven image and attached the image to his broad cast ID.
Then pulling up a mapsoft he carefully made a rout that would get him on location a little over 40 mins early. Locking in the rout, he doubled check the Gridlink spoof chip was working and started paying close attention to his 6. No one wanted to be be the guy who showed up with an ambushed following behind. As anyone in his profession knew, truly skilled tracers runners could be very different to detect and even harder to shake. But over the course the next two hours, he made as sure as he could that he was clean, then turned and head back downtown, toward Lou's tattoo's. Upon reaching it, he a spent 20 mins, circling the local area,  checking for ambushes, another 20 mins finding a parking spot on the street down from the restaurant. After parking the BMW, he trigger the Kata Slide wirelessly. He had found it necessary to disable the wrist trigger as yet, it would take awhile to get up to to speed with the new gadget. When he trigger the slides on the bracers, and out came the colt coral snakes, and he put them in the glove compartment. Next he drew out A Ruger Superhawk, and Champion Cavalier, from their respective shoulder rigs, and slid them under the driver's seat. 

While he suspect many runner disobeyed the etiquette,  he knew showing up to the meet armed to teeth was contraindicated. Getting out of the car he walked once around the parameter carefully one last time, searching, cycling through Nightvision, and Thermal imaging seeking anyone who looked a little to threatening or interested at the meetup address, and at the exact time he walked in the tattoo parlor, Raven Icon active.

Csjarrat:
Ryu banked and weaved, the BF109E following closely but unable to draw a bead just yet. Sensing a moment, Ryu slammed the heavy stick to the left as the aeilorons screamed in protest and pulled up into a split S, making a dive for the cover of the cloud bank several hundred feet below.
A burst of tracer lashed the fuselage and he saw the 'schmitt was right on his tail.
Radioing to his wingman yielded no reply, the unit was dead. Jinking to the right, he caught sight of the antenna flapping furiously in the backdraft of the prop, limply hanging on in his rearview.
The 'schmitt pushed hard now, out-diving him, but it barely mattered as he banked the spit hard into the cloud, losing his assailant in the process.
Although his privacy mode was set to "on", the sender's priority level over-rode it and the message from Akuro filtered into his cockpit, pausing his game.
Flicking through the message he killed spitfire ace, tallied up the XP on the home screen and logged out, shaking off the VR rush and coming-to on the sofa in his flat.

He read and re-read the message before pinging back a reply.
//<<Yep, count me in, had nothing else planned and plenty of bills to pay. Do we need to be ready to go from the off or we got prep time?>>//

He'd never heard of Lou's tattoo's before and ran a cursory matrix search on it whilst booking an autotaxi on his fake SiN from around the other side of the block, casually flicking through the search results as they flicked up in AR.

He had a couple of hours to burn to get ready and get over there, opting to don the form fitting armour and his decent clothing, plus a hooded rain jacket and loaded up his running gear in prep for the run, wireless off for the time being.

Marcus:
Upon entering the Tattoo parlor, and seeing the female attendant, Ace nods respectfully, gives her, his second most charming smile. Saying Thank you but I already have an appointment for Midnight. If you can direct me, it should be a small business meeting. Once Buzzed through. Ace enters the room, nods respectful to each person present, finds a seat with his back to wall, sits down in silence and waits patiently for things to get started. He carefully maintains a neutral posture, keeping his hand visible, and clearly empty. Calling up his link, he downloads a several knowsofts on Tattoos and tattooing and attempts to cross reference any interesting data that might reveal.

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