[cabo_setek]

"If you insist, Card.  And you're right about Sinkhole here.  Not as exactly inconspicuous.  I think you and he would best serve the plan by waiting outside, providing recon and security.  And you'll be in range of comms if things inside go badly, though I doubt they will.  Pyro will be my backup inside."

[Chrona]

"See you there then, nice meeting you all." He stepped outside and took in the night air. He was getting used to living on the street, Sinkhole starts looking for somewhere to sleep.

[Pyromaster13]

"I got the impression that I was one of the ones going in, considering I'm an elf and all." Pyro asks.

[Lysanderz]

[spoiler]
Since nobody has responded, I'm moving forward.
[/spoiler]

The first floor of Powerline is packed, with the latest synthpop and heavy bass thudding in the club as drinks flow freely and people find partners to dance with until taking them to other floors for less savory activities. The bartender, an attractive female elf, smiles at each and every customer at the bar making sure to lean over to help better show off her... drink selection behind her. There are plenty of bodies on the floor, all metatypes and persuasions hooking up as the DJ's full AR station flashes in sync with the music.

It isn't hard at all to notice the group of elves in the corner on velvet couches with girls admiring their tattoos. Mohawks, leather jackets, dreadlocks, greens, blacks, and lots of pointed ears with a crowd and alcohol expensive enough to give most people a headache thinking about the bills. Laughter, hooting, hollering, they aren't afraid to draw attention to themselves and you're almost positive one of these is the contact you're looking for.

[cabo_setek]

Finley drafts a quick message and sends it to the team.  "Stay alert everyone.  Card and Sink, stay nearby and keep watch."  He glances towards Pyro and asks "Ready?"

[Pyromaster13]

"As ready as I'll ever be." Pyro responds. Giving a final nod after the statement as he heads with Finley to the elves.

[Chrona]

Sinkhole loitered opposite the club, keeping lookout and occasionally watching the line. I wonder if I can barge in if needed...

[spoiler]Perception roll when I get home[/spoiler]

Keeping watch, Perception: Percep 3 + Int 4 + Actively looking (9d6.hits(5)=3)

[cabo_setek]

"All right.  Follow my lead."  Finley calmly walks towards the group of elves. "Gentlemen.  Evening.  It's a pleasure to meet you.  Can I get any of you a drink?"  He waits before continuing, ordering any drinks they may have wanted.  "Now I understand you have a job for my team.  Is that correct?"

[Lysanderz]

"We have jobs for information, like the information of who the hell gave you my number? My real number." a green Mohawked elf growls while clenching his synthahol. The other look to you and your team like outsiders. And let's face it you are.

There is some movement in the crowd that gives a sense that your answer might well define your ability to walk in the morning. While this bristling is going on inside, outside is rather peaceful with no real commotion on the streets, but a long line of bikes sitting outside just waiting for their riders to hope back on and return to causing mayhem on the main highways of Seattle. Thinga might just end up there, or the club might get real interesting really quick.

[cabo_setek]

Finley could feel the tension in the air rise. "If you really must know, the number was on a card, given to us by some halfwit at a mall.  Does that answer your question?  And if it does, can we get down to business?  Like gentleman, of course."

While he says this, he sends a quick text message to Pyro. "Be careful. I get the feeling this may not go well."

[Kylen]

Card does his best to melt into the crowd, keeping an eye on his team mates and the gangers while ordering a generic beer.

[Lysanderz]

[spoiler]
Did we lose players or are people just deciding not to post?
[/spoiler]

[Chrona]

[spoiler]Nothing Sinkhole can do right now[/spoiler]

[cabo_setek]

[spoiler]I think we're just waiting on you.  Only two of us have anything to at the moment, and only one of us has a speaking role for the most part.[/spoiler]

[Lysanderz]

"Halfwit is a trustworthy guy, so I assume he gave you my number for a reason. So the question is, do you think you can do what we need you to or are you just hoping for some table scraps to keep your shack for the next month and a half?"

He laughed, the elves around him laughed as well. Like a pack of trained dogs waiting for the order to pounce as the meeting went uninterrupted by those around them. The music thudding, the crowd outside passing by harmlessly, it seemed the elves were atop the food chain in this neck of the woods and everybody knew it.

"Because if you think you're the real deal omae, I say we put it to the test."