[Celtibero]

I´ll be in here, this one closes very late and i really want that 'link tonight, happy hunting The Johnson answers in a nonplussed manner, altough by the arching in eyebrows he is getting somwhat impatient by the questioning. If not ill message you where to find me, the tab is on me he adds finally.

The patrons seem not to pay you much attention and although the some of the Ghouls take a couple of hungry stares at you none makes a move... yet.

[JackVII]

[ 2215 | The Banshee Bar | Touristville | Redmond Barrens | Seattle ]

With all the questions seemingly answered (or not), Baron Mojo nodded to Bad Johnny Juju and jerked his head toward the door. Standing up from the table, he headed for the door without a glance back. Checking his commlink, he switched the settings to silent running and walked out the door. Exiting into the night air, the mage waited for the remainder of the team before starting to look for Moto's black Roadmaster.

Come along, minion!

[martinchaen]

With the Fly-Spy following the team out of the door and keeping an eye on the crowd inside the Banshee, Moto watched from high above as Baron Mojo exited first, the pirate, carrying a large duffle bag following close behind. As the others filed out he piloted his Fly-Spy over to his Roadmaster and engaged the trid projection long enough for the team to see it, then had it gesture in a "this way" motion in the direction of the team. Once he was sure they'd seen him, he turned the projection off and landed the Fly-Spy safely in it's charging cradle.

Moto watched as some of his team members for the night approached the vehicle, and began to plot the course for the Roto-Drone and Roadmaster both. "I'll let the sniper drone fly over there just ahead of us", he thought to himself as he jumped back into the Roadmaster. He then sent a quick message to his marksman drone;
//Issue command to Alpha-1
//"On my go signal head to [Novelty Hills Eat & Sleep, Redmond Barrens] and hover at 400m above the center of the building. Notify master on arrival"

Nodding to himself in the Matrix, he revved the engine of the large, armored transport vehicle, indicating his impatience to get on the road as he composed a message to the rest of the team;
//Compose message to Bad Johnny Juju, Baron Mojo, Count Zorro, Lucky Dog Cormac
//"Recon drone sent ahead to scout out place, am reviewing intel on it, this Oxycode person, and currently running search on Mr. Johnson. Please embark and take your seats, remember to buckle up please, and we'll get this show on the road, null sheen. Anyone need to make a stop somewhere?"
//Send message

[Bewilderbeast]

Johnny Juju lingered a bit at the table to hear the answer to Count Zorro's question. He naturally assumed they'd be meeting the Johnson back here, but it certainly didn't hurt to ask. While he listened, Johnny pulled out his battered commlink and checked his messages. Noticing he had a few new ones, he pulled up an AR window and read Moto's earlier messages to the team. Using his commlink's built-in keypad, he tapped out a quick response to Moto.

<<I tend to leave my 'link on in the Barrens. This my home turf, and it's sometimes good for people to find me for business-related reasons. But you're the tech guy for this run, near as I can tell, so I'll defer to your expertise, Moto. And I'll definitely take you up on the offer of transport, chummer. Heading out with the Count now.>> Johnny quietly flicked his 'link into silent mode before sending another text to Moto as an afterthought. <<That was a cute trick with the trid projector, by the way.>>

Once Count Zorro's question was answered, Johnny dipped his head to the Johnson. "We'll see you back here with the goods later, then," Johnny said with practiced confidence. With that, he followed Baron Mojo out of the bar.

Bad Johnny Juju pondered their situation as he made his way outside. It was good seeing Baron Mojo here; the guy was a bit of an ass but had enough mojo to render Johnny all but superfluous on a run like this, so the astral was covered. Moto proved himself clever but paranoid, which was a combination Johnny liked. Count Zoro was smart enough to keep his mouth shut during the negotations but still seemed to have a pretty good head on his shoulders. The "Captain" was obviously the wild card of the group, but he must have had some reason for being here.

Stepping outside and seeing the gesture from Moto's projection, Johnny made his way over to the armored truck. Catching Mojo's eye for a moment, Johnny flashed a grin. "Finally getting your feet wet in Seattle, chummer?" As he walked, commlink still in hand, Johnny sent a text over to Adam Smits. <<Hey man. What you know about an idiot pusher named Oxycode?>> The handle "Oxycode" seemed to be a play on oxycodone, an opiate from the pre-bliss days. Johnny had popped a few pills in the past when bliss ran thin on the streets; it was nothing compared to the opiate euphoria of a good hit of bliss, but still had that general warm, fuzzy-headed, pain-dulling sensation. If this guy was associating himself with old school drugs like that, then it was possible him and Smits ran in the same circles.

Resting a hand on the handle to Moto's ride, Johnny sent one more text to the team at large. <<Alright, tech guys. Is this line relatively secure? Time to talk plans so we get fraggin' paid.>>

[Triskavanski]

John heads with the others after getting his sword and pistol back. "Well now.. thats a bit of a land boat isn't it?" he says once he sees the ares roadmaster, walking towards it with a typical pirate swagger. <<Plans? Ha, I never plan anything. After all you'll know the gods have a sense of humor when you tell them your plans. Besides, we don't know jack to drek. >>

[JackVII]

[ 2215 | The Banshee Bar | Touristville | Redmond Barrens | Seattle ]

Baron Mojo nodded to Johnny, "Getting there. There certainly are some... fascinating people here." Switching the topic, he continued, "The job sounds pretty easy, but this crew seems a bit underrepresented in the meat shield department. You got any minions handy?"

[martinchaen]

Moto sighed to himself as he observed Baron Mojo, Johnny Juju, and Lucky Dog approach, watching and listening to the chatter between them as he read Johnny Juju's reply. "At least Mojo and Johnny listened to my advice," he thought to himself, "though time will tell where this Captain is concerned..."

He overheard the conversation between Johnny and Mojo through his vehicle sensors, as well as the pirate's derisive comment.
"Land boat! Natalie here has a military motor, run-flat tires, cop suspensions, cop shocks, will run good on any kind of gas or electricity, and my driving is rivaled only by the lightning bolts from the heavens. Drek this gajin, I'll show him exactly what kind of boat this is..."

Concentrating for a moment, he replied to Johnny's message to the entire team.
//Compose message to Bad Johnny Juju, Baron Mojo, Count Zorro, Lucky Dog Cormac
//"Line only as secure as your commlinks. Suggest you allow Count Zorro or myself to protect your devices and ensure integrity of communications; job sounds simple enough, but one can never be too prepared. Hai."
//Send message

Hearing Baron Mojo comment to Johnny Juju about minions had Moto on the alert; perhaps it wasn't just coincidence that they both had chosen handles related to magic. Magic had always freaked him out just a little; people changing reality just with the power of their mind was such an alien concept, particularly to someone firmly grounded in the scientific truth of the world as Moto himself. None the less, there was no doubt that magic could be powerful, and they had no less than two magicians tonight. The lack of a brawler and/or dedicated gunman, the pirate none withstanding, was slightly concerning, however. "Guess my drones will do more than overwatch for once," he thought to himself as he checked the street around him and prepared his maneuver, just waiting for the team to settle in and (hopefully) strap on their seat belts....

[Vandarl]

Heading outside the club, Bobby spots the Roadmaster and heads toward it with the others.
All right gentlemen, I have a few searches going on the hotel and the slug we need to see. It will take a few minutes to get much in the way of results, but it may give us a few ideas on how to approach this. "
Once they were all together in the Roadmanster and settling in he started reviewing options for a few seconds and spoke back up.
"All right, between Moto and I we should be able to keep comms and tech based surveillance under control. I have our basic comm channel secured for now, and I second Moto's suggestion on running silent. If we knew each other better I would recommend slaving your gear to me, but you may mot feel comfortable with that. I don't blame you or take offence if you prefer to keep control. In a few minutes I should have some preliminary info on the target and will copy it to your commlinks.
Just an opinion here, but I agree with you Baron, we are a little light in the meat. I am willing to bet Moto has at least one combat worthy drone. If he has extras or needs to split his attention I can cover for him there. Not to jump in, but I can at least direct them. From the names and hints I am guessing Baron Mojo and Johnny Juju are our astral support? And what about the 'Captain' here, what are your specialties?"

[Triskavanski]

John smirks a bit, pulling out the oldest rifle anyone has ever seen. An 1855 sprinfield musket, known to miss its targets even at close range. "I've got this beauty."  Carefuly he goes over it, attaching the sling and bringing it over his shoulder. Then from his bag, he pulls out a skull shaped mask, slipping it over his face. "I'm also well versed in various forms of torture, punishment and most importantly drinking. In fact, I know a great bar around here we can go after."

[JackVII]

[ 2218 | Moto's RoadMaster | Touristville | Redmond Barrens | Seattle ]

Baron Mojo frowned at Count Zorro's linking the terms 'support' and 'astral' together. As if the manipulation of mana can be relegated to a support role! The nerve... he thought to himself. Opening his mouth, the mage promptly shut it when the increasingly intriguing Captain John spoke up, lovingly caressing a weapon likely last used in the 19th Century, or at least appearing that way.

"What the dr..." Deciding it was better not to ask, Baron Mojo focused his attention on the decker. "It's good that you recognize some of the trust issues we might have. This commlink isn't much, but I'm not willing to slave it to someone else. With that said, is there anything I can do to allow you to keep watch on it? I know little about the shared delusion of the Matrix, my skills are in other areas."

Pausing briefly, Baron continues, "Speaking of which, your guess is correct, Count. I can provide astral supremacy, depending on the threats we end up facing. I also have a broad repertoire of spells to bring to the table. Johnny, you want to let them know what you can do?"

[Bewilderbeast]

"I summon demons," Johnny said simply, pulling open the door to the Roadmaster and stepping inside. "Damn. Nice ride." Johnny glanced around for Moto, but either didn't notice the dwarf tucked away in the rigger cocoon or didn't say anything.

Switching back over to Matrix communications, Johnny utilized his sub-vocal mic to take advantage of his Sensei's talk-to-text feature. <<Alright, so, the Captain is muscle of a sort. That's good, but I'm hoping it won't be necessary. Part of me is tempted to just pick up a Meta-Link somewhere and call it a day...>> Johnny grinned mischeviously as he found a seat, clearing space by the door of the Roadmaster for others to climb in if they so chose. <<But let's give the Johnson the benefit of the doubt and pretend he's smarter than that. I have a friend who may have a pre-existing relationship with this Oxycode character. If they're business partners, that may give us an in. If they're rivals, we might get paid extra for roughing the guy up. I already sent him a message, but I think our best bet is to pretend we're buyers. Or... me. I should pretend I'm a buyer. Something I should be able to handle. Once we draw him out, we can coerce the commlink or commlinks off his person. Sound good?>>

Johnny glanced at the screen of his Renraku Sensei, hoping Smits would reply soon... if he wasn't still marathoning PvP matches on that stupid game system of his, which he likely was. While checking for new messages, he also sent a private text to Baron Mojo. <<I have a fairly powerful demon summoned, just in case. Here's hoping we won't need it, though.>>

[JackVII]

[ 2218 | Moto's RoadMaster | Touristville | Redmond Barrens | Seattle ]

Baron Mojo's commlink buzzed two times in close succession. Checking his commlink, he read through both of Johnny's texts, one to the group at large and one to him personally. Nodding his head, he tapped a quick message back.

<<@JohnnyBeBad [BaronMojo] Did you notice that the Captain is Awakened? I've a minor minion under my command at the moment, depending on what we find at the meet, I may go bigger. Any concerns over this Moto guy? I don't like working with someone who I can't blast with a spell>>

With his message sent, the mage held up his commmlink and asked, "Now that we're in the vehicle, is there any reason to continue conversing over these devices?" Speaking to the air, he asked, "I assume your vehicle is secure, Moto?" Without waiting for an answer, Baron Mojo continued, "That plan could work, let's get in the area and look around first before we settle on anything."

[Vandarl]

Bobby nods in agreement, "Until we know a little more, that is probably as good a plan as we get. Hopefully the searches I have going will let us refine it a bit."

Settling into the seat to get a little more comfortable, Bobby sent a command to his deck to ping the commlinks of his companions.
"OK, I just sent you all a ping. If you would invite a connection, that will let me keep an eye on you while you are running silent. If anyone starts doing anything I should see it in time to stop it, or at least warn you in time to shut down."
While waiting for the others to send the invites from their gear, he also checked the status of his various searches to make sure all was well.

[Celtibero]

The unsavoury meeting dealt with and a mission to accomplish, that is the result of the night so far, but so far so good, none of the patrons bothered you too much, except for their existence of course.

As the Video feed from Alpha-1 came to Moto it was hard to tell that it had arrived at the destination, no more than a 40 minute drive from where The Banshee was, still inside the Barrens, if not for the sad neon sign and pushy AROs loudly proclaiming it the "novelty Hills Sleep And Eat", you'd think this structure was exactly what it used to be: a large warehouse. Down the street is a Stuffer Shack so encrusted in graffiti it's almost unrecognisable; every other building in the immediate neighbourhood is condemned, or ought to be.

A trio of beleaguered looking prostitutes- human, elf and swarf- in torn fishnet hose, synthleather jackets, and miniskirts loiters at one corner of the motel. A few other similarly destitute costumers come and go, renting and abandoning rooms, buying and selling drugs, or shuttling stuffers back and forth from the Shack. but the area is mostly deserted aside from the group of ganger's parked outside.

The Matrix searches turn close to nothing, Oxycode must be a real small time pusher, for there is nothing that lights any bulb in the system. The Johnson on the other hand matches the description of someone who might be tied to the Choson Seoulpa ring.

[Bewilderbeast]

As he was waiting for Moto's "land boat" to pull away from the curb, Johnny had another thought. It was a long shot, but it was possible Claw had some information on Oxycode as well. He tapped out another message to his former comrade-in-arms. <<Claw: on a job right now, but wanted to check with you. You know a small-time pusher named Oxycode? What's your opinion on him? And, scale of 1-10, how upset would you be if he spontaneously stopped breathing?>> It never hurt to ask.

As soon as he finished sending the message, Johnny's commlink buzzed again. First with a mark request from Count Zorro. Johnny didn't know or trust the guy, but he was willing to bet he knew more about Matrix security than he ever would... reluctantly, Johnny granted him a mark on his Renraku Sensei. Juju then investigated the second buzz and read Baron Mojo's message.

He glanced at the Captain with renewed interest, letting his perception slip into the murky void of the astral so he could get a better look at the lunatic's aura. It would make a bit of sense... some people went a little loopy when they Awakened, after all, which would certainly explain a lot about the Captain. Johnny Juju also took a good long look at Count Zorro's aura while he was at it.

Fingers still flying on the miniature keypad of his 'link, Johnny pinged a response back to the Baron. <<It occurs to me that if this is a set-up, luring the entire team into the same vehicle is a good way to set a trap. If Moto's going to stab us in the back, he'll do it soon, so stay sharp.>> It was always tense working with new people, but in Johnny's experience, most people just wanted to get the job done and get paid. Hopefully Moto was the same way.

"I'm hitting up some people I know in the neighborhood," Johnny explained as he finished up his bout of rapid-fire texting. "Trying to dig up what I can on our lucky target. Hopefully between that and our tech guys' searches, we'll have enough info to convince this guy we're legitimate buyers."