FIVE 26

[18:11:08] <@Fats> The troupe is still in winter Vladivostok, tasked with pleasing a certain obscolescent street samurai named NEON RAZOR, then disposing of him.
[18:11:08] <@Fats> So far the runners have been able to tear the man from his BTL-induced slumber at a Triad den by shutting down the whole local power grid for a few hours, and managed to intercept him as he was hailing a cab.
[18:11:08] <@Fats> So now the old man is in the shotgun seat of your SUV, his cybered bulk testing the limits of its suspension. He is not at the best of his looks, his gray hair a mess, and his clothing obviously put on in a hurry. On his head you can see a variety of input jacks for his headware; the ones presumably running to the hot-sim module surrounded by faux-skin torn as Razor ripped his BTL jacks and pacifying personafix out in irritation.
[18:11:16] <@Fats> So far you've agreed on ferrying him to some strip bar of your choice. As the man drums his fingers on the car's dashboard, you can clearly see the slit for a cyberspur in his wrist. He focuses his cybereyes (you notice they're an Ares ClearVision model that was all the heat some fifteen years ago) on the rear view mirror, notices the three runners in the back, turns to stare in your faces and asks in a surprisingly cold tone: "The hell you guys a
[18:11:22] <@Fats> re doing on my cab?"
[18:13:45] <@Fats> * what do you do, runners, what do you do? :3
[18:14:45] <Che> * Aren't they supposed to be hiding?
[18:14:54] <@Nebokhod> - The corp fuckers are cutting costs again, so they came up with <Air quotes>New and improved service<Air quotes closing>. "Carsharing" they call it. Greedy fucks.
[18:15:24] <Phantom> - Eh, means we have to pay less of fare each. I am not against it.
[18:15:40] <@Fats> * che, hiding in the back of a SUV? From a passenger in a front seat? I'm not exactly seeing that, where could that even be done? Under the seats with a DC80 Escape Artist?
[18:16:36] <@Fats> * Con+Charisma roll, if you please. I guess it's going to me a teamwork test, you decide who's to be the primary roller :3
[18:17:08] <Phantom> *gonna say that is me
[18:17:22] <Che> * Well, there is smuggling compartment, and we can always throw a rug or something over them... Or, just close blinds to rear part.
[18:17:55] <@Fats> * okay, I'm going to say Fast Talk specialization applies. Nebokhod, roll yours!
[18:19:01] <@Nebokhod> 3#sd
[18:19:22] <Phantom> *where is the roll bot
[18:19:25] <@Nebokhod> * yeah, no bot.
[18:19:49] <@Fats> *how do I ur-bot?
[18:20:35] <@Fats> *or, otherwise, Nebokhod, could you please bring in servitor
[18:21:49] <Che> * Sabotage!
[18:22:06] <@Fats> * crushed windpipes? That's what shadowrun is all about.
[18:22:35] <Phantom> *no crash yet so that is good
[18:23:04] <@Fats> ,srtest 10 full
[18:23:06] <FirstAngry> Fats, dice: [6, 3, 3, 3, 3, 1, 3, 5, 5, 4].
[18:23:07] <FirstAngry> Fats, hits: 3.
[18:23:30] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 3 full
[18:23:31] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, dice: [2, 5, 6].
[18:23:31] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 2.
[18:24:38] <@Fats> * impressive! Phantom, your turn to roll, with appropriate modifications, +2 for teamwork.
[18:25:12] <Phantom> ,srtest 17 full
[18:25:13] <FirstAngry> Phantom, dice: [3, 2, 5, 2, 1, 4, 3, 2, 6, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, 2, 5, 5].
[18:25:13] <FirstAngry> Phantom, hits: 4.
[18:25:37] <@Fats> * equally impressive, lol
[18:25:58] <Phantom> *well my luck is off to a good start ^^
[18:26:07] <@Fats> * the bot loves you already!
[18:27:54] <Che> * is it my turn to roll?
[18:27:59] <@Fats> The man sniffs the air as you fire off your answers, and the sly smile he gives you implies he's on to your tailored pheromones as he pronounces: "So that's how it is, right,? Okay, wanna go have some solid masculine fun with me?"
[18:28:27] <@Nebokhod> * no homo
[18:28:41] <@Fats> * Che, but you remained silent, and thus I presume did not participate in the test (also, helpers roll first, then the primary, anyway)
[18:29:23] <Che> * Eh, ok.
[18:29:39] <Phantom> *Welp I am worried
[18:30:01] <Che> * Just don't bleed on my car.
[18:31:10] <Phantom> - First some drinks and whatever else we can find. The night is long.
[18:31:29] <Phantom> * I am very unsure if he is trying to get his blades or something else into me.
[18:33:10] <@Nebokhod> - Some booze would be nice, yes.
[18:34:18] <Che> - Well, I'm sorry about all that share'a'ride stuff. You can take that bottle in mini-bar as compensation, I think...
[18:35:18] <@Fats> - That's the spirit! - the man cheers as he extends his hand for the bottle offered, - I like you guys already. Step on that gas, cabbie, why are we going so slow?!
[18:36:10] <@Fats> You see the muscles in his extended forearm being all bumpy and wrong, obviously a result of cybernetic muscular enhancement.
[18:36:12] <Che> - Sorry, my boss will kill me if I'll get another speed infraction.
[18:36:45] * Che nevertheless speeds up a little over limit.
[18:38:00] <@Fats> - I'm already paying you double, you chicken! Are you not Russian, not enjoying a far ride? Or do you just want me to throw in something extra? Aight, five hundred nuyen if you show me what this old pile of rust is capable of!
[18:38:45] * Che is obviously Korean.
[18:39:37] * Che speeds up a tiny-teeny bit more.
[18:39:57] <Che> * for like 10kmh over limit.
[18:40:08] <@Fats> * Koreans are Russians ever since the two Koreas were largely wiped out in a nuclear war some thirty years ago, Che :3
[18:41:43] <Che> * some may argue, that they are chineese now. Or japs...
[18:43:49] <@Fats> - You messing with me?! - the man exclaims. In a jerking motion he turns to gaze out of his side window, and you notice his fingers leave clearly seen depressions in the cover of your SUV's glovebox as he drums ever faster. When you stop at a traffic light, he spits on the floor, and you see his saliva burn through the rubber cover on the floor, thin trail of smoke rising from the burn.
[18:44:24] <Che> - Almost there!
[18:44:29] <@Fats> * China fell apart, so Chinese are also Russians now. Japan killed its metahumans en masse, so, yeah, you guessed it.
[18:44:51] <Phantom> *How much stuff is in this guys body? Holy shit.
[18:45:44] <Che> = Are you sure drugs will work on him?
[18:46:52] <Phantom> = Not anymore.
[18:47:18] <Che> * Drek.
[18:47:24] <Che> *=
[18:48:16] <Che> = On the other hand, so far his plans are aligned with ours...
[18:49:22] <@Nebokhod> = True.
[18:49:32] <Phantom> = Let's stick with the plan for now. See where that gets us, but be ready.
[18:50:37] <Che> * Are we there yet?
[18:51:18] <@Nebokhod> * i switch to astral perception and assense the razordude
[18:51:33] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 7 full
[18:51:33] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, dice: [1, 2, 1, 4, 4, 3, 1].
[18:51:33] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 0.
[18:51:49] <@Nebokhod> * lol, reroll
[18:51:51] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 7 full
[18:51:52] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, dice: [2, 5, 6, 6, 5, 1, 6].
[18:51:52] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 5.
[18:53:45] <@Fats> You focus on Neon Razor's astral signature, and you see it has all been butchered up by the man's biography. Here the BTL addiction bit off whole pieces of the aura, there old wounds can be noticed, but most of all, his astral body is scarred by cybernatization.
[18:54:25] <@Nebokhod> * no magical doodads?
[18:59:26] <@Fats> You'd place his essence well beyond the threshold for cyberpsychosis; and you distinctly recognize a few of his implants: the good old wired reflexes paired with a reaction enhancers, a bunch of headware starting with cybereyes and cyberears and ending with a commlink and what looks like attention coprocessor, cyberspurs in both forearms, muscle replacement, and what looks like bone lacing to you. None of it is magical, no.
[18:59:40] <@Fats> As for the man himself, he's literally oozing impatience.
[19:00:54] <@Fats> The man's aura is such a toxic tangled mess you are sure you could've missed some of his less noticeable implants, like the acid saliva glands he has just showcased.
[19:01:27] * @Nebokhod relates that info to the team via commlink.
[19:03:02] <Phantom> *Is it far to the club?
[19:05:25] <@Fats> * about 10 kms or so
[19:05:36] <@Fats> A quarter hour later, your drive through the badly-cleaned ice-covered streets of Vladivostok's outskirts ends. You've picked the seediest of the safe bars in Artyom, and the safest of the seediest. Eight Cats Bar is geared towards smugglers and international shipping sailors, so its huge neon sign with cats standing on their back legs twisting as if in an erotically charged display is complete with Chinese, Japanese, and English translations of t
[19:05:36] <@Fats> he name in addition to the Russian one. Neon Razor catapults out of the SUV, never looking back; but in your field of vision you see an ARO of the hundred nuyen he owes you for the ride transmitted.
[19:05:37] <@Fats> As you walk past two buff troll bodyguards (Neon Razor stops to feel one's biceps in passing) down the stairs to the basement where the bar is located and into the lobby, you immediately spot three things: music playing loudly from the bar, people cheering loudly, and cams hanging in bunches in every corner to provide the Matrix audience with a clear view of what's happening inside. A hanging coat lines one of the lobby's walls; apparently, you're
[19:05:43] <@Fats> expected to hang your overgarments before entering the bar. Razor leaves his coat in a single rapid motion, and you see that he's only wearing a shirt under it, and buttoned up wrong at that: some buttons are in the wrong holes, others not buttoned up at all. The man rushes up ahead, leaving you behind in the lobby.
[19:07:17] <@Fats> For now, you're alone in the dimly blue-lit tiny room, muffled music blaring through the thin door to the bar. Smells of sweat and wet fabric permeate the atmosphere.
[19:07:43] * Che lets passengers out and drives away a few blocks to a safest parking around there.
[19:08:35] <@Fats> These are Artyom slums, not exactly known for safe parking, but you pick the best you can.
[19:08:48] * Phantom hangs up his coat.
[19:09:27] <Phantom> = So he is in the club, he is being seen.
[19:09:34] <Phantom> = Now for the hard part.
[19:09:42] <@Nebokhod> - It's a start.
[19:10:38] * Phantom goes inside the club.
[19:10:49] * @Nebokhod divests himself of the jacket and proceeds to the club.
[19:12:18] * Che checks club's camfeeds.
[19:17:40] <@Fats> Neon Razor rushes into the bar itself, as you follow in, you take in the ambience (Che, you're seeing the same through the cams after you part with 10 nuyen for a minute of watching). The place is very bare-bones, with basement walls unevently painted with a thin coat of paint in the bar's only large room; a long circular bar table standing proudly in its center. The patrons crowd around it, especially round the eight strip poles distributed along
[19:17:41] <@Fats> its length: some of them, apparently the more respected, get bar stools, the rest just stand around. As cat-masked girls undulate around the poles, encouraged to undress by pink cat-head shaped AROs with generous donations by the watcher, imperturbable barmen pour the drinks. Clusters of cams can be seen not only in the corners, but across the ceiling, too. The crowd is a rowdy bunch, mostly sailors, haulers and other simple blue-collar men, Neon
[19:17:43] <@Fats> Razor somewhat sticks out with his cybered bulk. You can see him elbow his way through the densest crowd cluster around a pole where a thin girl can be seen dancing; you'd place her as a night one, judging by the spotted coat of dark violet vellus hair covering her half-naked body. You can't be sure, however, since a black cat mask covers her head and most of the neck. You see Razor trading a few blows as he makes his way through the crowd, pushi
[19:17:52] <@Fats> ng one of the patrons off his stool (the ork makes the sane decision of pretending nothing happened), and downing a glass of bear as the sums in the AROs around the night one show ever-increasing sums.
[19:21:11] <@Fats> The cheering gets louder and louder, and Neon Razor seems to be in the focus of the commotion. His shirt is unbuttoned, showing a bulky pale body, with cybernetic muscle bundles thick under the skin; then he loses it altogether, revealing series of diagnostic ports and anchorage points running in two lines down his spine. He's getting touchy with the night one, despite the other patrons eyeing him with disdain - none dare voice their objections al
[19:21:11] <@Fats> oud.
[19:22:29] <@Fats> As he climbs on the bar table to dance with the stripper, the two troll guards you saw at the entrance arrive; another one walks up from the back rooms to provide extra muscle.
[19:23:07] <Phantom> - Well, he has definitly been seen.
[19:23:46] <@Nebokhod> - Indeed.
[19:24:30] <Che> = Hey guys, try to not get him killed in front of cams.
[19:24:37] <@Fats> As the trio tug him by a pants leg, the shit-eatiest grin you've seen lights up the old man's face. He jumps off the table, giving the stripper a parting slap on the ass than sends her crushing square into the pole, and starts walking out outside with the guards, cracking his knuckles.
[19:24:41] <Phantom> - I am more worried for the security.
[19:26:03] <Phantom> - Wait until they are out and then follow?
[19:26:10] <@Nebokhod> - Let's cheer them on then.
[19:26:17] <@Fats> The four men leave the bar, what do you do, runners? Che, the paid cam feeds you're watching do not cover the entrance to the bar where they seem to be headed.
[19:26:37] <Phantom> * I say follow, but not be super obvious about it.
[19:26:43] <@Nebokhod> - Ooh, free show!
[19:26:49] <Phantom> *or that
[19:26:49] * @Nebokhod rushes outside.
[19:26:58] * Che sends stealthy microdrone.
[19:27:00] * Phantom sighs and follows
[19:27:12] <Che> *minidrone
[19:30:08] <@Fats> Apparently, the crowd is used to the perpetrators going more or less quietly, or maybe they are just bored of the fights in their daily careers, but you seem to be the only ones to follow, except for a couple ork teenagers in retro-gopnik abibas suits.
[19:33:17] <@Fats> Neon Razor walks first, his gait springy and his grin still on his face, the guards follow closely, one of them guiding him by the shoulder. In a rapid outburst, Razor catches the man's hand, spins around, crushing it at the elbow, then kicks the second guard's chin so hard it sends his teeth veering off, the troll crushing nape-first on the ice of the parking lot before the strip bar and staying there, immobile.
[19:35:15] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 7 full assense troll
[19:35:16] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 1.
[19:35:33] <@Fats> He's dead, Luke.
[19:36:28] <Phantom> = That was fast
[19:36:32] <@Nebokhod> = +1 frag for the razordude.
[19:36:43] <@Fats> The two remaining guards circle the old samurai, the first one apparently not quite brought down by his arm being broken. He moves sideways, trying to get to Razor's back, as his comrade extends a shock baton. The man spins, grabs the troll behind him by the horns, and starts kicking him, pushing his head to the ground. You're reasonably sure his first kick breaks the guy's ribs, and the second one his chin. The third kick never comes, as the thir
[19:36:43] <@Fats> d guard hits Razor with his baton from behind.
[19:41:07] <@Fats> The old man loses his footing momentarily, and the guard he was kicking collapses to the ground in a mangled heap. Steam rises from the snow falling on Razor's bare torso; he starts falling sideways, then catches himself, kicking the last guard in the chest as he makes and arm stand. The troll is propelled backward, but Razor has already regained his footing; he catches up to him, smacks him a few times for a good measure, then grabs the troll by
[19:41:07] <@Fats> the arm he's wielding the baton in and rips it out of the socket with a casual disregard of a kid breaking his dolls. The last guard collapses, howling in pain; Razor kicks him in the skull, sending him unconscious or maybe dead.
[19:42:44] <Phantom> = We have a winner.
[19:43:22] <@Fats> "Fuck yeah, that's some solid fun!" - the man exclaims, exhilarated. Sharp watches from behind your backs impartially, the two teenage gopniks cheer the man loudly. He turns to the runners, clapping his hands a few times, producing heavy thuds, - "Come on, let's go on! The night's still young!"
[19:43:32] <@Fats> * Perception Visual, anyone watching?
[19:43:56] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 10 full
[19:43:56] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, dice: [2, 6, 6, 1, 5, 1, 1, 2, 5, 5].
[19:43:56] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 5.
[19:44:11] <Phantom> ,srtest 8 full
[19:44:12] <FirstAngry> Phantom, dice: [2, 3, 3, 6, 5, 5, 4, 5].
[19:44:12] <FirstAngry> Phantom, hits: 4.
[19:44:57] <Che> ,srtest 9 full
[19:44:57] <FirstAngry> Che, dice: [6, 5, 5, 2, 4, 5, 2, 3, 3].
[19:44:57] <FirstAngry> Che, hits: 4.
[19:46:12] <Che> = Sooo, are we stunbolting him now or letting him to some more fun?
[19:46:33] <@Fats> You all see the man's pupils are dilated to the max, you can almost see the high-definition Ares matrixes inside his oculars. The man does not look sane at all as he turns to the bikes parked before the bar, picks the largest human-sized one, and starts fiddling with the locks (if ripping through the cover of ignition like wet tissue can be called "fiddling").
[19:47:35] <@Nebokhod> = Depends. Witnesses?
[19:47:38] <@Fats> * the story progresses as I type, if you fail to take any actions I assume you hesitate and let what happens happen.
[19:47:38] <Phantom> = There are some teenagers watching. But that stun baton must have done some damage.
[19:48:08] <Che> = I'd say now, but we need to remove those orks first.
[19:48:35] * Phantom walks up to the orks.
[19:48:40] <@Fats> The man never bothered to tune his ARO visibility, so you can see schematics dance before his face as he connects the wires.
[19:49:02] <Che> = Well, someone very evil can tell our friend, that those orks are calling police or something...
[19:49:41] <@Nebokhod> = +2 frags then.
[19:50:05] <@Fats> The two teenagers are obviously very impressed by the show, they're discussing it loudly in excited voices.
[19:50:16] <Phantom> - Hell of a show, huh? Come on lets go back inside, first round is on me. You guys go in and buy me one too. Just gotta make a call first.
[19:50:36] <Che> = And, Sharp, remove records from local cams outside, just in case.
[19:51:38] <@Fats> - Eh? You sum kind of a big cheese, forcing others to buy your drinks for ya? - the orks appear willing to have their own pale imitation of what they've just seen.
[19:51:38] <Phantom> * Do I roll negotiation to convince these kids to leave?
[19:51:48] * Che in the mean time drives closer to bar.
[19:52:04] <@Fats> * sure, at -2, Phantom - they appear rather unfriendly
[19:52:06] <Che> * but not to close.
[19:52:26] <Phantom> ,srtest 12 full
[19:52:26] <FirstAngry> Phantom, dice: [6, 5, 3, 1, 3, 3, 5, 1, 3, 5, 2, 6].
[19:52:26] <FirstAngry> Phantom, hits: 5.
[19:52:49] <Phantom> - Hah, you kids are alright. I like you.
[19:53:49] <@Fats> After a brief conversation you convince the overgrown kids that you are indeed a cheese big enough to buy you a drink rather than smash your face in and face the consequences (perhaps Sharp's bulk floating behind you helps), so they head on in.
[19:55:11] <Phantom> = Ok, let's do this.
[19:55:19] <@Fats> With a bright spark of the wires Neon Razor kickstarts the bike's engine, hops on it, and circles past you with the engine roaring, heading out from the parking to the street: "Come on, come on, come on guys! Fun awaits!"
[19:56:35] * Phantom turns on wired reflexes.
[19:56:41] <Phantom> * Ok do we have a plan?
[19:57:26] <Che> = Time to get some majiks to work?
[19:58:04] <@Nebokhod> * he is on a bike and moving on the street?
[19:58:08] <Che> = I don't want to ruin my paintjob battering that bike of his.
[19:58:22] <@Fats> The engine is apparently badly tuned, since it not only roars like a hound of hell, but leaves a trail of smoke smelling like one taking a shit, too. Neon Razor turns his back on you and speeds to the street.
[19:58:44] <@Fats> Nebokhod, he's driving through the small parking lot you're in, and out to the street, yeah.
[19:59:34] <@Nebokhod> = Eh, let's follow him. Too much evidence would be left here.
[19:59:56] <@Nebokhod> = Smash, can you trace him?
[20:00:19] <@Fats> * ahhh, friendly nicknames for DMPCs already
[20:01:07] <@Nebokhod> * lol, i got some of the letter's right.
[20:01:15] <@Fats> = If he hasn't disabled the bike's gridguide hardware, - the troll answers nonchalantly, - Which I guess he did not have neither the time nor the willingness to do.
[20:01:37] <@Nebokhod> - We'll be right behind you!
[20:01:45] <@Fats> * 2/5, 40% correct is the best kind of correct
[20:01:47] * Phantom gets in the car.
[20:02:05] <Che> * what car?
[20:02:41] <Phantom> *your car
[20:02:54] * Che changes color scheme a little and drives to pick up the crew.
[20:05:16] <@Fats> The street samurai steps on the gas, skids as he makes a sharp turn to the street nearby, sending broken ice flying everywhere, and rushes off with a loud whoohoohooing. You can see his cyberspurs extended, a trail of steam rises from his bare upper body.
[20:06:15] <Phantom> - It just now occurs to me that it is not going to take long until the cops will be on him.
[20:06:29] <Che> - Sharp?
[20:07:29] <@Fats> = I'm tracking him, - Sharp informs as he takes his place in the back of the SUV. He shares an ARO with a map, a bright blip of the stolen bike hurrying eastward through the streets, towards the Downtown.
[20:08:24] <Che> = Can you disable his bike in some dark and unpopulated location?
[20:09:08] <@Fats> = I potentially could, but it appears he has hardwired the thing. And he's not going anywhere dark and unpopulated. On the contrary, in fact.
[20:09:25] * Che indirectly follows Razor using shortcuts and parallel roads.
[20:10:15] <@Fats> * keeping your distance? He's flying fast, how far do you want to stay?
[20:10:56] <Che> * that far that we don't appear on the same camfeeds as him.
[20:13:01] <Che> - Khod, how close you need to be to our friend to stun him?
[20:13:02] <@Fats> * Reasonable, any Navigation(Urban) skills you have?
[20:13:31] <@Nebokhod> - I need to see him with my eyes.
[20:14:06] <Che> * Area Knowledge (Vladivostok) and rating 6 mapsoft of the same area.
[20:14:25] <@Fats> * aha, great, give me a roll at +3
[20:15:04] <Che> * should I roll skill plus mapsoft rating plus 3?
[20:15:25] <Che> * Or just skill +3?
[20:16:07] <Che> * also is it skill rating or skill rating + int?
[20:16:35] <@Fats> * Intuition+Skill Rating +3 for the mapsoft, your task is tricksy
[20:16:55] <Che> ,srtest 12 full
[20:16:56] <FirstAngry> Che, dice: [5, 2, 4, 3, 5, 3, 3, 6, 2, 6, 6, 2].
[20:16:56] <FirstAngry> Che, hits: 5.
[20:19:16] <@Fats> Despite Neon Razor riding a significantly faster vehicle with significantly less regard for the traffic regulations, you are able to keep up thanks to your excellent knowledge of Vladivostok and its hidden shortcuts. You cross paths with him a few times, him riding the highway and you driving through a canalization collector under it; the man seems to be quite enjoying the ride, grinding his spurs and howling like a madman.
[20:21:02] <@Fats> You're entering Downtown; the buildings around you aren't the gray bland apartment blocks any more, rising ever higher. Before you unfurls a panorama of the Downtown skyscrapers and the Golden Horn Bay, Russky and the Evo Islands glowing like jewels on black velvet off in the distance.
[20:23:16] <Phantom> * So Nebokhod didn't get a chance to hit him with a stunbolt?
[20:23:18] <@Fats> Vladivostok harbours never freeze, so even in winter thousands of different-coloured lights wallow on the waves below as the sprawl goes about its daily life.
[20:24:12] <@Fats> * You're just entering Downtown, if you want to do it, feel free to go ahead before I type any further developments (assuming your inaction as you follow the old man)
[20:24:34] <Che> - Somebody, do something.
[20:25:17] <@Nebokhod> - Like what?
[20:25:19] <Phantom> - You saw what the guy can do. I doubt he is even going to notice me shooting him with a pistol.
[20:25:22] <Che> * is he still on highway and where it's leading?
[20:25:36] <@Nebokhod> * do I have a visual?
[20:26:57] <@Fats> He's driving A-370, the highway leading from the western districts of the city and into Downtown.
[20:27:41] <@Fats> * if Che rolls a Pilot Ground Craft vs 3, yeah, you do.
[20:27:58] <@Nebokhod> * how's the traffic?
[20:28:50] <Che> ,srtest 11 full
[20:28:50] <FirstAngry> Che, dice: [4, 5, 2, 6, 1, 3, 6, 6, 5, 3, 5].
[20:28:50] <FirstAngry> Che, hits: 6.
[20:29:42] <@Fats> The traffic is light at this hour of the night; Che controls his SUV well enough to give you a visual on the man as soon as you want that.
[20:31:25] <Phantom> * Take the shot?
[20:32:05] <Che> * are there any bridges or turns ahead?
[20:32:14] <@Nebokhod> = Any idea how to frag him off and not to tip the whole Valdivostok about it.
[20:33:09] <Che> = Stun him while he's turning and make it look like an accident?
[20:34:12] <@Fats> Che, if you let him ride a bit more, he's likely to take a turn to A-371, which includes a four-kilometer bridge across the Amur Bay
[20:34:27] <@Fats> * https://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/Мост_через_Амурский_залив
[20:34:36] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 16
[20:34:38] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 4.
[20:34:55] <@Nebokhod> * force 5 spirit of man
[20:35:03] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 5
[20:35:04] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 3.
[20:35:41] <@Fats> * not bad, what does he look like?
[20:35:45] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 12
[20:35:46] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 3.
[20:36:10] <@Nebokhod> * confession bear.
[20:36:43] <@Nebokhod> * why do you want him on the bridge?
[20:37:44] <Phantom> * How big is the fall off the bridge anyway?
[20:38:20] <@Fats> * you've two minutes to decide on your course of action before he makes it to the interchange to A-371.
[20:38:37] <Che> * dunno, I were thinking about removing him from main road, so we can safely collect him afar from prying eyes, but that bridge is a little overkill.
[20:39:04] <@Fats> * Phantom, not too high. https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/70/Владивосток_мост_на_Де-Фриз.JPG
[20:39:48] <Phantom> * Well we have to hit him before he goes to downtown. Only gonna be more obvious there.
[20:40:13] <@Nebokhod> *might as well do it now.
[20:40:28] <Phantom> * yeah, don't think we will get a better chance later.
[20:40:36] <Che> http://i.4cdn.org/tg/1486891797336.jpg
[20:40:43] <Che> * ought wrong window.
[20:40:52] <@Fats> * But if he keep going south, he's going across https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/9c/Золотой_мост%2C_июль_2013.jpg and http://www.warandpeace.ru/photos/articles/art_70761.jpg
[20:41:36] <@Nebokhod> * hm, wait for the bridge?
[20:41:48] <Phantom> * that is a pretty big drop
[20:42:00] <@Fats> As you hesitate, Neon Razor reaches the clover leaf interchange to A-371, and speeds down the De-Friz bridge.
[20:42:08] <Phantom> * should kill him even with all his cybers
[20:42:23] <Phantom> *lets throw him off a bridge
[20:42:58] <Che> * problem with bridge is that there should be no traces of his death.
[20:43:09] <@Nebokhod> * i command spirit to use Accident power on the Neon Razor's bike.
[20:43:34] <@Nebokhod> * crash test with -5 to dicepool.
[20:46:01] <@Fats> The old street sam seems to suddenly lose control, the front wheel of his bike turning sharply, and him flying off in a ballistic ark, then sliding and rolling across the icy asphalt of the bridge a good couple hundred meters, leaving a bloody trail behind.
[20:46:16] <@Fats> The bikes flows off and into the sea.
[20:46:41] <@Nebokhod> - Sharp, can you take care of the cameras?
[20:46:47] <@Fats> Obviously, the man is not letting such a trifle keep him down; you can see him rise to all fours already.
[20:47:00] <Che> - All of them.
[20:47:09] <@Fats> = A moment, if you please, - the troll zones off.
[20:47:24] <@Nebokhod> * we need Laughing Man on a team.
[20:48:52] <Phantom> * do we stop near where he crashes?
[20:48:57] <@Fats> The man rises to a kneeling position, then stands up upright, using the razors to help himself up. You can see his torso is torn up pretty bad; strangely, by the looks of it, about half the skin on his right side appears to be synthetic, hanging in loose sheets.
[20:49:24] <@Nebokhod> = Shall we pick him up then?
[20:50:06] <Phantom> = He doesn't know it was us. We could pick him up and go somewhere quiet
[20:50:15] <Che> = Let's try.
[20:50:29] <Che> = Then wait with cams.
[20:50:53] * Che drives closer to Razor and stops.
[20:51:00] <@Fats> He limps to the jersey beam, sits on it, searches through the pockets of his cargo pants and produces a medkit, which he promptly plugs into himself with a motion that betrays a long training
[20:51:41] <@Fats> = Too late, Che, I've already blacked them out, - the troll responds.
[20:51:41] * @Nebokhod cleans up the traces in astral
[20:51:55] <Che> = Eh.
[20:52:02] <Phantom> - Hey man, you alright? You had a pretty bad fall there.
[20:52:33] <Che> - Sigh, it's you again. Need a ride?
[20:53:02] <@Fats> The old man sits immobile as the medkit pumps him full of painkillers, blood clotting agents and curatives. With a slightly displeased expression he slaps the sheets of synthskin back onto his bare meat below; they cling.
[20:53:55] <@Fats> - Yeah, - the man mutters, - Gimme a minute to regain my composure, then we can keep having fun. Good to have you around again, don't enjoy flying solo.
[20:55:23] <@Fats> He drags the medkit along his wounds, and it stitches those close, leaving the man with a lot of bright red zigzags across his torso but not much else. He stands up heavily, jumps in place a few times, as if to try his body is still his, then hops back into the shotgun seat, making the SUV dance again under his weight.
[20:55:59] <Che> - Where to?
[20:56:22] * Che asks nobody in particular.
[20:56:24] <Phantom> - Got a call from a buddy. Said they are having a crazy party, seems more your thing than mine, but with a guy like you... could be fun.
[20:56:35] <@Fats> - To the Evo Islands, grand place to have fun with the corp kids! - the man replies, enthusiasm returning to his voice.
[20:57:05] <Che> - And your buddy is... where?
[20:57:12] <@Fats> - Hmmm, - the man hesitates, - Where's that? How many free girls?
[20:57:38] <Phantom> * Well I am lying. Where is a not super populated place around here?
[20:57:44] <Che> = Can you disable him already?
[20:58:24] <@Fats> * Che, are you aware that overhearing subvoc is only a Perception(Audial) Test vs 3? :3
[20:58:33] <Phantom> - It's a bit off the grid. Don't want police to show up right away you know?
[20:58:46] <Che> * It's not subvoc in my case.
[20:59:17] <Che> * I can sends SMS via my datajack, right?
[20:59:20] <@Fats> * Phantom, well, to the south of you is Downtown, to the north and west is Artyom, a slum/industrial district. Further north and to the east the sprawl ends.
[20:59:41] <@Fats> * yeah, I believe we even agreed on a notation for that. ~, was it?
[21:00:09] <Che> * Well, it's almost not used here, so I forgot everytime.
[21:00:35] <Phantom> *back to the slums?
[21:00:41] <Che> * You can assume all communications fro Che that are not "-" to be them.
[21:00:45] <@Fats> * https://yandex.ru/maps/?ll=131.681019%2C43.188845&z=10 Phantom, by 70ies, Vladivostok is basically all around the Amur bay
[21:01:08] <@Fats> * down to Slavyanka or so
[21:02:13] <@Fats> * Right, I even sketched a map http://danvolodar.ru/files/Vladivostok.png
[21:02:33] <Phantom> - It's back in Tavrichanka. It's closer than the Evo islands are though.
[21:02:51] * Che drives.
[21:03:18] <@Fats> - Hmmm, so how many elf chicks you said?
[21:03:33] <Phantom> * The free drink you gave him was the drug cocktail we had, right?
[21:04:12] <@Fats> * ork teen retro-gopniks got a free drink, Razor drank at the bar, on his own
[21:04:25] <Phantom> - A bunch, but from what I heard they tend to only go for who can show that they are pretty tough.
[21:04:39] <@Fats> * Phantom, Cha+Con, then
[21:04:57] <Phantom> * do i add pheromones if he knows i have them?
[21:05:23] <@Fats> * you can willingly skip the bonus, if you want. Also, he's rolling olfactory tests to notice them
[21:05:58] <Phantom> with pheromones ,srtest 14
[21:06:02] <Phantom> ,srtest 14
[21:06:03] <FirstAngry> Phantom, hits: 6.
[21:07:34] <@Fats> The man seems to be distressed from his fall or shaken from the fight and the damage he sustained, but this time around, he doesn't seem to notice the manipulation, nodding his head in agreement.
[21:09:21] <@Fats> He watches calmly as you drive back north, apparently still hit by the drugs administered by the medkit, but the further you go, the more impatient he grows, especially unhappy with the speed you're going at.
[21:10:05] * Phantom offers him the drug-mix we had prepared.
[21:10:23] <Phantom> - Some fun while we drive?
[21:10:59] <@Fats> After a dozen minutes of boredom, he slides his window open and leans out, a cyberspur extended and sending sparks flying as he drags it along the asphalt.
[21:11:51] <@Fats> * what do you offer the drug-mix in?
[21:12:51] <Phantom> * we had bliss, aisa and eX... what form do those usually come in? Pills?
[21:15:13] <Phantom> * ok so you lick aisa... doesn't say anything for the other two... so i guess i give him pills
[21:15:35] <@Fats> * bliss is an opiate, so injected, aisa is basically LSD, and eX is awakened ecstasy, so I guess tabs. Could all be soluble in DMSO I figure.
[21:16:06] <@Nebokhod> * well, i figure for our money some made a speedball from hell for us.
[21:17:34] <@Fats> The man reaches for the tabs: Aight, that's the life, not the retirement shit my brother's forcing me to do... Dropping your own dose, chummer? - he stares at Phantom.
[21:18:15] <Phantom> - Took some before we picked you up. Still feeling that one.
[21:19:51] <@Fats> - Must be weak shit then, you seem pretty coherent, - the man notes as he swallows the pills, - How much do I owe you?
[21:20:50] <Phantom> * Who paid for it again?
[21:21:10] <Che> * me.
[21:21:19] <Che> * 300nY
[21:22:15] <Phantom> * just checked 150 per dose
[21:22:31] <Che> - Hey, guys, can you wait a little before getting all high? We almost there.
[21:23:23] <Phantom> - It's a 150. Some weird mix a buddy of mine made.
[21:23:56] <@Fats> Without further ado, the man sends you the dosh.
[21:24:47] <Phantom> * I send the money to Che then I guess.
[21:24:51] <Che> * Are we there yet? Have you stunned him already?
[21:25:03] <Che> * Who will pay for carwash?
[21:25:23] <@Fats> Neon Razor seems largely unaffected by your mix, other than perhaps the large beads of sweat showing up across his head and bare torso, and him gently ramming his head on the window sill as he watches the sparks fly as he drags his cyberspur across the asphalt.
[21:25:53] <Phantom> * We are killing him in the car?
[21:26:00] <@Nebokhod> * are we seen?
[21:26:12] <@Fats> * Initiative rolls, all of you.
[21:26:23] <@Nebokhod> * me no english good
[21:26:39] <@Nebokhod> 7#sd
[21:26:43] <Che> ,srtest 11
[21:26:43] <FirstAngry> Che, hits: 1.
[21:26:47] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 7
[21:26:49] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 1.
[21:26:57] <Phantom> ,srtest 11
[21:26:57] <FirstAngry> Phantom, hits: 1.
[21:26:59] <Che> * kewl
[21:27:10] <Che> * Are we gonna die?
[21:27:35] <Phantom> * with those rolls. yes
[21:29:10] <@Fats> Phantom, Che: the man notices a pedestrian going close to the road; some corporate drone on a whore run, judging by his battered expensive corp suit. With his signature shit-eating grin, Neon Razor raises his cyberspur to the man's neck level as you're driving near.
[21:29:27] <@Fats> His pupils are solid lakes of blackness.
[21:30:16] <Che> * can I maneur out of the way?
[21:31:00] <Che> * bonus point for open door and catapulting him ot via momentum.
[21:31:00] <@Fats> * yeah, roll your Pilot Ground Vehicle. Want to make it look inconspicuous?
[21:31:17] <Phantom> * Yes we do
[21:31:25] <Che> * yeah, something like dodging something on road.
[21:31:28] <@Fats> * then at -4
[21:31:47] <Phantom> * that is a big one
[21:31:54] <Che> ,srtest 7
[21:31:54] <FirstAngry> Che, hits: 4.
[21:32:16] <Che> - Drek!
[21:34:01] <@Fats> * Perception(Visual) at -2
[21:34:22] <Che> ,srtest 7
[21:34:23] <FirstAngry> Che, hits: 3.
[21:34:25] <Phantom> *everyone or just che?
[21:34:35] <@Fats> * everyone I guess.
[21:34:47] <Phantom> ,srtest 6
[21:34:48] <FirstAngry> Phantom, hits: 2. Glitch!
[21:35:45] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 8
[21:35:46] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 2.
[21:37:10] <@Fats> Che, you pretend to dodge one of those open potholes, - it's common enough for the slums to sell the covers for scrap metal; the sammie seems quite intent on getting his target, however, lunging far out as you maneuver. From what you see, though, he barely glazes the man, leaving but a scratch that looks completely insignificant. Razor falls to his seat, giggling like a madman and bubbling how "Razors shave sin like the snakes they are!"
[21:37:17] <@Fats> He seems quite happy with himself.
[21:37:18] * Oldskeleton_ (~Oldskelet@194-208-060-172.tele.net) has joined #TeamA
[21:37:37] <Oldskeleton_> *sorry had a dc there
[21:38:01] <Che> ~ I'm tired of his drek, can you finish him already?
[21:39:34] <@Fats> You're going ever deeper to Tavrichanka slums, the old man sings something happy under his breath about snakes and drakes and drapes and rapes, grinding his spurs against each other every once in a while.
[21:41:33] * Oldskeleton_ is now known as Phantom2
[21:41:46] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 13
[21:41:48] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 4.
[21:42:04] <@Nebokhod> * f9 stunbolt
[21:42:21] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 9 reroll
[21:42:21] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 2.
[21:42:22] * Phantom (~Oldskelet@194-208-060-172.tele.net) Quit (Connection timed out)
[21:42:23] <@Fats> -Wowowow, - he exclaims as he jumps in his seat, making the whole SUV dance under his shifting weight, - That's some good shit good shit I tell ya! Yar a good man, - he points his finger at Phantom, forgetting to detract his spur, so the blade flies back and forth mere cms from his face.
[21:42:52] * Phantom2 is now known as Phantom
[21:43:25] <@Fats> 4 net hits, Nebokhod, that's what, 11 stun?
[21:43:39] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 12 drain vs 3
[21:43:40] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 2.
[21:43:45] <@Nebokhod> * yeah
[21:45:28] <@Fats> With a bright flash of Lucas's magic, the old man goes limp as he loses consciousness, his blade planting firmly into the seat just near Phantom's thigh.
[21:46:38] <Phantom> - Sooooo... do we want to do this in the car?
[21:46:50] <Che> - No.
[21:47:25] <Che> - But, maybe, it's a better way, then offloading him somewhere.
[21:48:25] <@Nebokhod> ~Acid vat?
[21:48:27] <@Fats> * You have about an hour.
[21:49:28] <Che> * someone suggested friendly neigbourhood streetdoc.
[21:49:50] <Phantom> - Let's head to my doc then, she is waiting for a body.
[21:49:59] * Che drives.
[21:50:07] <Phantom> - Bit more alive right now than she expected I guess.
[21:50:14] <@Fats> * what was your agreement, again?
[21:50:33] <Che> * dispose of body. Completely.
[21:50:54] <Phantom> * 500 Nuyen, no reuse of cyberparts gone forever
[21:51:50] <Phantom> * but it was for getting rid off a body... so I guess we still have to off him ourselves
[21:53:15] <Phantom> * but I guess we can just put a pistol to his temple and empty a whole magazine in there
[21:55:04] <Che> - So? Do you need help offin him?
[21:55:08] <Che> *g
[21:55:16] <@Fats> * you seem to assume he doesn't have a backup one, Phantom!
[21:56:00] <Phantom> * A backup head? I did not consider that!
[21:56:08] <Che> * we can put more bullets into him.
[21:56:08] <@Fats> * anyway, what are your actions?
[21:56:22] <@Nebokhod> * can i just stunbolt him to death?
[21:56:37] <Phantom> * that would be the least messy way
[21:56:44] <@Fats> The old man's body is shaken in its seat, only kept from falling over by the belt and the blade implanted in the rear left seat.
[21:57:05] * Che drives in some dark and dirty place without eyes, parks right side to the wall and opens Razorz door.
[21:57:08] <@Fats> * Nebokhod, yes, there is nothing stopping you, stun damage from spells overflows to physical as normal
[21:57:30] <Che> * ok, disregard opening door.
[21:57:37] <@Nebokhod> * do i need to roll for all of them?
[21:58:04] <@Fats> The stench of the worst part of the slums hits everyone inside the car like a hammer, a joined fragrance of rot, industrial waste and poverty.
[21:58:42] <@Fats> * disregard the smell, then. Well yeah, roll your Drain, Nebokhod
[21:59:00] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 12
[21:59:02] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 1.
[21:59:39] <@Nebokhod> * it's kamikaze time, boyos.
[22:00:15] <@Nebokhod> - Some first aid would not go amiss.
[22:00:53] <Che> - Phantom?
[22:01:11] <Phantom> - I shoot Neon, you patch up nebokhod?
[22:02:17] <Phantom> * My pool for first aid is 7. Yours is probably better.
[22:02:22] <Che> * is it first aid (with log) + rating of medkit
[22:02:29] <Che> **?
[22:02:34] <@Nebokhod> * yes
[22:02:46] <Che> ,srtest 14
[22:02:46] <FirstAngry> Che, hits: 4.
[22:03:52] <Che> - Don't die on me, your majiksty.
[22:04:48] <@Fats> Razor convulses at the second flash, but seems to be still drawing breath
[22:05:26] <Phantom> * I will grab a tarp or something along those lines from the trunk. And lay it out to keep the mess limited. Then I shoot him in the head point-blank.
[22:05:46] <@Fats> * while he's still in the car?
[22:05:51] <Che> * are we out of stunbolts?
[22:06:29] <Phantom> * I think stunbolts are out. But sure we can take him out of the car first. Problem is he is big and all of us have terrible strength.
[22:06:38] <Phantom> *No wait i forgot Sharp. He is still around.
[22:07:25] <Phantom> - Sharp can you lend me a hand here?
[22:07:29] <@Fats> * he is showing no initiative whatsoever, but he will do what you ask of him. That said, it's up to Lucas to say if the stunbolts are really out.
[22:08:09] <Che> * do you have silenced guns?
[22:08:26] <Phantom> * Yep
[22:08:39] <@Fats> The troll complies with a non-expression on his face you've come to regard as usual. A couple harsh yanks later, Neon Razor is lying on a tarp you rolled out on the grime-covered slum asphalt.
[22:08:53] <Che> * Good, as I have silencer only on holdout.
[22:09:02] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 13 f5 stunbolt
[22:09:02] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 4.
[22:09:14] <Phantom> * I have silence on heavy pistol and holdout
[22:09:23] <Phantom> * but I guess I should have just waited
[22:09:24] <@Nebokhod> ,srtest 12 vs 1
[22:09:24] <FirstAngry> Nebokhod, hits: 2.
[22:10:03] <@Fats> The old man shudders one last time under your magical assault, and falls still forever.
[22:10:13] <Che> * well we can always knife him, to be sure.
[22:11:05] <Phantom> * its your car
[22:11:17] <Che> * is he still in car?
[22:11:33] <Phantom> * I guess not. Knife away then.
[22:11:44] <@Fats> Phantom and Sharp yanked him out onto a tarp, and Lucas finished him off there
[22:12:37] <Phantom> * Lets just put him back in and drop him off, he is dead.
[22:13:39] <Che> - Sure. Put him into there.
[22:13:48] * Che opens smuggling compartment.
[22:14:42] <Phantom> - Sharp mind doing one more lift or two?
[22:15:37] <Che> - Just check his pockets.
[22:15:50] <@Fats> The troll seems to have no issues being your valet, so moments later the street sam's body is in the smuggling compartment.
[22:15:54] <Phantom> - Oh yeah, he was throwing money around like crazy.
[22:16:22] * Phantom checks Neons pockets.
[22:16:26] <@Fats> He checks the pockets in the man's pants, but apparently they are entirely empty.
[22:16:52] <@Fats> * he used wireless transfers for his transactions, remember?
[22:17:14] <Phantom> * and the commlink is implanted right.
[22:17:50] <@Fats> * correct.
[22:18:12] <Che> * weeell, we can probably hack it, dunno, if we should.
[22:18:23] <Che> - Ok, show the way.
[22:18:56] <@Nebokhod> * would be nice to disable it, juts in case
[22:19:01] * Phantom gives Che the address to the street-doc.
[22:20:08] <Che> - Sharp, take care of his commlink, please.
[22:20:26] * Che drives again.
[22:21:41] <@Fats> The troll stays zoned out for a while, then admits: "The thing is hard-encrypted with a high-rated encryption, government-grade. Hard to estimate the time needed for a hack".
[22:22:53] <Che> - Can you brick it?
[22:25:12] <@Fats> - Sure, - he pulls the synthskin off the dead man's temple, unscrews a cover off the commlink and shortcircuits a couple lines that see the thing fizz and die. Sharp carefully replaces the cover and puts the skin where it belonged.
[22:25:31] <@Fats> Che, it doesn't take long for you to arrive at Tamara's black clinic. Two buff guys in medical masks and robe that you only assume are nurses take the body off your hands as soon as the five hundred leave your accounts. It appears you're mostly done with the run.
[22:26:22] <Che> * can/will we check the process to be sure?
[22:27:33] <@Nebokhod> - Sharp, be a dear and check the camfeeds.
[22:27:39] <@Fats> * you're reasonably sure your hacker knows his deal.
[22:27:43] <@Fats> - Which ones?
[22:28:11] <Phantom> * don't think we need to check, i trust the doc
[22:28:22] <Che> * ok.
[22:28:29] <@Nebokhod> - The ones we were featured in on the way here.
[22:28:37] <Che> * who paid the doctor?
[22:29:12] <Phantom> * I have no money right now, but I will pay it when I get paid
[22:30:03] <@Fats> The troll nods, then replies a couple minutes later: "I've checked them, we look fine".
[22:30:09] <Phantom> * Lets collect the money for the run and take it out of my part.
[22:30:27] <Che> * ok, looks like me again.
[22:30:53] <Che> * so today we saw +100 taxi +150 drugs -500 doc.
[22:31:09] <@Nebokhod> - And i hope that there's no razordude with us in the car?
[22:31:30] <Che> - Will you call our client?
[22:32:09] <@Fats> - No, - Sharp states bluntly in reply to Nebokhod
[22:32:09] * Phantom Phantom calls him.
[22:33:20] <@Fats> Unsurprisingly, the opal-horned troll secretary picks up, giving you the smile that says modern dentists can make even a troll's teeth look perfect for appropriate compensation.
[22:34:21] <Phantom> = Sorry for calling so late, but some things are best discussed right away.
[22:34:58] <@Fats> She nods: "I understand the nature of your work, proceed".
[22:36:15] <Phantom> = He had quite a fun and public evening. You can check the feed from the Eight Cats Bar about an hour or so ago if you want the details.
[22:37:00] <Phantom> = I doubt however he will return to the establishment anytime soon.
[22:37:49] <@Fats> = Outstanding. Want me to schedule a meeting with your Johnson?
[22:39:12] <Phantom> = Yes please. I am certain Mr. Johnson is very busy, but I like to wrap these kinds of affairs up as soon as possible.
[22:40:49] <@Fats> = Please wait, - she says, as her cam feed is replaced by a rendered scene of sakura flowers for a minute or so; then she's back on the screen, - Mr.Johnson will see you at the same place as the last time, in an hour stat.
[22:41:30] <Phantom> = Thank you very much, we will be there. Goodbye.
[22:42:22] <@Fats> She nods before disconnecting.
[22:43:14] <Phantom> * I relay the conversation to the rest of the team.
[22:43:56] * Che drives there.
[22:45:50] <@Fats> It takes almost an hour to arrive back Downtown, at the rental office building you visited last time. You take the familiar route past the guard and up the twentieth floor, ring on the bell ARO, and walk past the secretary into your Johnson's local office. This time around, however, he chooses his holoprojection to appear from behind you: "So, did you have fun as promised?" - the elf teenager asks with a wry smile.
[22:46:33] <Che> - Our friend had.
[22:47:03] <Che> - Some other people around him - not so much.
[22:48:42] <@Fats> The boy before you freezes as another copy of your Johnson walks from the left of you: "Oh, that's quite normal for the dear old NEON RAZOR, haha. I hope everything's well documented, and a final end has been put to his troubles?"
[22:49:48] <Phantom> - Plenty of people and cameras saw him, Eight Cats Bar should have it documented.
[22:50:23] <Phantom> - Except for that recording you should never see or hear him again.
[22:51:36] <@Fats> "Ce-ce-ce", - another image arrives from the right, clicking his tongue, - "What fate befell him?"
[22:52:13] <Che> - He had way to much drugs.
[22:54:17] <@Fats> "An affliction that dealt in men more worthy than poor razor," - another Johnson states from his armchair in front of you, - "Well, upload me the videos, and job well done, then, contribulations, ahaha" - he laughs a dry mechanical laugh as you see sweet nuyen flow onto your personal accounts.
[22:54:36] <@Fats> * 15 grand each, correct? I don't misremember?
[22:54:48] <Che> * Yep.
[22:55:54] <Phantom> * I transfer Che the 500 for the disposal
[22:56:15] <@Fats> With that, the four Johnsons blink out, leaving you wonder if perhaps your employer is indeed as young as he wants to pretend, to enjoy such tricks.
[22:56:25] <Che> *(well, I'm down 550Y this run, so we can divide it among us.
[22:56:28] <Che> *)
[22:57:01] <Che> * say 150 from everyone with 50 going for carwash...
[22:57:34] <@Fats> The secretary gives you another professional smile as you leave, and moments later, you're walking back to your vehicle amid the black glass monuments to corporate greed.
[22:57:46] <@Fats> === SESSION 26 END ===
[22:57:53] <Phantom> *sure sounds fair Che
[22:57:53] <Che> We survived.
[22:58:01] <Che> Ok.
[22:58:07] <@Fats> And let's say that's gonna be 4 karma, everyone. Blast me with your feedback.