Still here, working on a post, hope to have it up tomorrow.

Not sure what Casino could add to help. Brom anything I have on my sheet that could help?

Outside the Upstairs Downstairs Inc. Building Ladder Platform | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 1:38 AM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.) Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

Waiting quietly Casino made sure to remain alert, his eyes always moving, scaning the area around him. Then the big solo spotted Bloodbank as the medic broke into a run, trying to avoid both the piles of rotting garabage and the larger puddles of soiled water.

“Do you know how close they are to getting in?"

Bloodbank asked quietly as he reached the slim cord dangling beneath the large Solo

“Hopefully close as we need to hurry this up. Grab the rope I got you.”

Bloodbank nodded as he began to climb the cord, giving it a quick tug beforehand to ensure that it was secure. To his embarrassment, however, he only made it about three feet up before his grip slipped and he fell. Thankfully the fall wasn't high and he landed on his feet. With a wry grin hidden behind his battlemask, he made another attempt, barely making it halfway before he slipped again and fell.

"Rope's slippery,"

Casino watched as Bloodbank,gesturing in a noncommital mannner, grabbed the rope and tried once more.

“Grab the rope I’ll help by pulling you up with it”

This time, to his immense relief, he made it up high enough to clasp Casino's hand and get pulled the rest of the way up. With a murmered thanks Bloodbank moved away from the edge of the fire escape, waiting for the solo to collect his rope before leading the way up the steep metal staircases.

With his rope back in his bracer Casino took one last good look to see if they hads been spotted then quickly followed Bloodbank to catch up with the rest of the group............

Outside the Upstairs Downstairs Inc. Building Ladder Platform | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 1:38 AM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.) Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

As Casino watched the rest of the group below him gather themselves to climb up to join him he smiled as Echo was the first to reach him. The athletic nomad quickly, after a brief smile, continuing past him to gain the lead on Blossom, taking the advanced position. Fixer was next up the line making it, to Casino’s surprise, look easier than any of the others.

~Bloodbank here. I'm coming to you guys. If you're in before I arrive I'll wait a little ways outside. I've got a bad feeling that you all may need me more than Ghlahn will.~

“Hurry,” the Frank Sinatra look alike says into the mists as he watches back down the alley, producing the radio from his own pocket and keying the mic. “You don’t have much time, Bloodbank. Don’t take the straight approach. Go around back. Copy? I repeat. Go around the back way. Casino will be here waiting for you.”

Returning the device to his pocket, Vegas climbs up the cable as well, joining his partner on the platform. Wiping his hands on his coat, the smaller man turns to Casino and says, “You wait for Bloodbank and then come on up. We still need to get inside without tripping an alarm, so you got time. You good with that?”With a nod, Vegas continues past him and makes his way up the ladder after the others.

“Yep no problem see you in a few.”

With a nod, Vegas continues past him and makes his way up the ladder after the others. Keeping an eye out for the street medic he hears Ghlahn’s call about the riot and unconscionably finds himself nervously rubbing the trigger guard of the HK under his arm. Riots were never a good thing, though they did need a distraction, and this riot could work out for them. Just as quickly it could turn ultra-violent and more out of control then it already was. For the moment all he could do was wait on Bloodbank to reach him…….

With Asher and the Doc ok, time for Fenris seemed to pass slowly as he tweeked an engine part here and there. However time moves on and before long it was time for to head for the fights.

As they entered, Ma and the Doc staying behind, Fenris could see that the main ring was set up on a platform high enough above the main ground but not high enough that people could not see the fight. Lights were set up to illuminate it well, and screens going up so those who can’t get close can see the battle. It has a large open area around it for the crowd to gather and then in the four corners of the Warehouse, there are smaller rings set up for other side fights for the hands that don’t want to fight Bart. The betting on these fights seems less “controlled” with many different bookies available with mostly similar odds.

The air smells of popcorn, grease and smoked meats. The “Main” bet placement area is surprising non-busy with only one name down to fight Black Bart at the moment – Dawes man – Jacob. Fenris thought to himself eithier this town is so afraid of Bart no one wants to fight him or Patience has rigged it so only this Jacob fughts him. Well she was in for a surprise tonight if every thing went as planned.

As he scanned the crowd trying to pin point Patience's hired guns the big mechanic could see it was very busy and more people coming from all around and trying for the best view. Moving off to the side where he be realitvly out of sight but have a ghood viwe of the ring he smiled when he was approasched by Eagle.

“You want me to put you on the board?” Eagle asks Wolf, “Or do you want to hold off and do the surprise challenge thing. Up to you. If you go up now, people gonna be curious, wanna check you out – including Patience.

Wyatt looks askance of his mechanic. He's not keen on Wolf getting his face smashed just before they take on cargo and risk (at that), but he also doesn't care to interfere with his crew's personal lives... at least most of the time. In this case, however, Eagle's commentary sparks an immediate response from the captain

"Don't put 'is name on the board," Captain Sung intercedes. "I want no reason fer Patience t' be any more curious 'bout anyone of us than she already is."

”No like the Cap’n says lets wait, I want to check him out this fight then you put me forward as a a challenger. Lets see what this guy has the most of the people in this town seem afraid of” With that Fenris settled in to watch..........................

Its listed on Roll20 it was a 14 should I list all rolls on my posts? I know Espatier does it that way but did not think of it.

 

TannTalas: To Hit: 14

I apologize to everyone and our DM for my lack of prompt posting. My life has gotten quite stressed these past months and I have not been at my best. I'll try to post better. Again my apologies.

Outside the Upstairs Downstairs Inc. Building | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 1:38 AM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.) Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

Having found really no good way in Casino and Fixer moved back to the rest of the group. A short wait and the group, for the moment minus Glahn and Bloodbank, were once more together, all of them coming up empty.

“What do you think?” the crooner poses to his companions while staring into the misty rain at the metal platform above them. “Looks like it could go all the way to the eighth floor…”

“The ladder is on the side over the—” Blossom waves her dainty hand towards the bow in the face of the building’s wall wherein sits the door. “—place where the door is. How’re we going to get up there?”

Looking at the height of the door from the ground Casino knew what to do next, However before he could voice it to the rest,Vegas was cursing loudly for all to hear.

“Sh**!” he hisses into the toxic air.

“What?” Blossom reacts with a startled tone.

“Cred Stick Charlie sent a message some time ago and I’m barely seeing it now. Got one from Starlight too. Looks like we may have another team to deal with. Santa thinks we’re moving a bit slow. Dammit!” Looking up to peer upon his companions, the solo continues with the bad news. “Starlight’s message confirms Charlie’s. She’s also pushing that Charlie is on our team and we’re to make good with him. Cred Stick Charlie says he’s procuring vehicles for us and then will be linking up.”

Though he wanted to voice once again his mistrust of the fixer it was clear he actually was working for Starlight and thus not some wanna be runner. Holding his tongue and thoughts to himself he just listened his idea.

“Ya,” Blossom adds quietly, “he made a request of me to research LEO’s and their schedule to our area just to be sure. Haven’t had time to handle that request yet, though.”

“Just what we need,” Vegas snarls. “Not like we weren’t already painfully aware of the clock we’ve got with the kidnapped kid, but now we’ve got to look over our shoulders for a clean-up crew?

“We’ve gotta wrap this, choombattas,” the well-dressed solo sweeps his eyes over his teammates. “Whatever reservations we’ve had about Charlie’s gotta go. Whatever hang-ups we’ve had about each other’s gotta go. We’ve got two objectives now: stay alive and find that kid before the cleanup crew finds us. That means we’ve gotta work together, keep our heads on a swivel, and be sharp. So, now’s the time to really step up our game. How’re we gonna get our asses up to that office?”

Nodding his head in agreement with his partner he finally moved to get them into the building

“I got this” Moving to stand to the side of the ladder he quickly brought forth from a bracer under his long coat a line of nylon cord with a grappling hook at its head. Aiming for the lowest rung he fired it at the ladder. 

( I assume I got it needing a 7 or lower on a d10 = 2)

Quickly using the now attached cord he moved up easily to the ladderrs base and getting a foothold he uncliped the cord from his bracer throwing the end down to the rest of the party.

“Care to join me anyone?”

Outside the Upstairs Downstairs Inc. Building | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 9th, Day 3 (Sunday), 1:38 AM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.) Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

Exiting the tight van to stretch cramped muscles, Casino quietly listens in on the sounds around them and on the various idea’s being discussed, watching through his new combat mask as his teammate strolls off. Vegas follows him into the rain and the broad-shouldered solo picks up his partner’s uttered curse, but just barely.

“Brother,” the dapper solo places a hand on Casino’s soaked leather-covered shoulder—not the wounded arm, thank goodness, though the blonde gunman’s Pain Editor is still functioning. “Call me paranoid, but would you mind keepin’ an eye on that fella?” he dips his head towards Fixer’s retreating back causing the collected water on his fedora’s brim to cascade before his iconic fae. “No knowing what kind of trouble might be lurking about.”

Looking in the direction Fixer had moved off to, Casino quickly nodded to Vegas in acceptance and set out to follow the young man. A quick look to Echo, a smile sent, and he was quickly following behind the techie trail. It was easy for Casino to catch up as even though The techie wasn’t standing still and staring but moving along at a normal rate the big solo moved fast and found himself watching as Fixer checked out the walls and building.

Knowing nothing of architecture Casino had no idea that the walls were made of dingy gray New-crete, stained by the rodent and pigeon population, weather, and street gang tags, it was once a grand edifice to the construction AI’s brilliance. The software controlling the nanobuilders had decided on the Streamline Moderne architectural style which means a lot of long horizontal lines and curves. Then with Fixer and himself having successfully navigated the small but steady stream of humanity, delivery drones, and service bots to the end of the block, they both could see that there was at least no visible outside security measures for the building, Seeing Fixer glance at him he follows the techie as he flips around to move back to the group with a shrug of his shoulders as if forgetting something.

Keeping his eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary he pondered on Fixers last words before coming here and his acting almost on his own. Could he be trusted, Casino wanted to, but yet he had his doubts. Reaching the rest of the party he awaited to report what everyone had found..................

Aletheia is MIA due to work and I have not heard from Keeper who lives here in town so we could be down to 3 players Brom. Main reason I put Trilogy on haitus, not enough players at the moment.

Dudeeee..........

As Fenris, Sam and Wyatt grabbed their weapons and got ready to ride to the kid’s rescue the big mechanic quickly found himself hanging on for his life in the back of the mule once more. With his gaze on the road Sam behind the wheel and Wyatt beside him, Fenris gripped tighter as the pilot pushed it to its max speed. So intent was Sam on getting to town that he almost passed Asher and the lady Doctor walking towards them on the road.

"Is that them?" Wyatt furrows his brow and looks over the hood of the mule with no small amount of dismay. Asher and Dr. Young are walking down the street as if nothing unusual is underfoot. A morning stroll in a town with no armed men chasing them or anything by all appearances. Seeing the same Fenris reacted in surprise as Sam slammed on the brakes, an oof from the big man in the back, the Rocinante’s pilot pulled up next to the so called “rescues”.

“Oh good!” the Doctor calls out, “Thank you for coming, Captain. I wasn’t looking forward to the walk back to the ship. On the plus side, I can let you all in on what is happening with having to repeat myself over and over. Does anyone have any food? I’m starving.” She says as she climbs into the mule. Looking at the stares she is getting, “What? I did not eat breakfast.”

His eyes wide in total disbelieving Fenris could only watch as the two climbed into the mule finding seats, Wyatt giving up the passenger seat to the lady and he and Asher joining Fenris in the backWithin moments the mule was turned around and headed back to the ship Fenris no wiser to what had really happened. He was sure it be a story worth telling…...

Edgerunner Enclave | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 8th, Day 2 (Saturday), 11:34 P.M. PM PST

Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.)

Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

As they argued over trading this skill for that bonus item with Charlie, Fixer was the one to steer the conversation back to the main focus of the run.

“Ok, folks. As Vegas said, we need to act. If that means trading a bit on our skills, then so be it.” At this point he looks directly at Vegas and Charlie, “But, I do want to know what we are promising. Yeah, I can fix things. Stuff. Gadgets. And sometimes ‘things.’ But I want to be sure we know what we are promising. I’m not signing on for a long-term gig on this thing. I’m in for the trade, but only enough to cover 1/8th of two days rental of two vehicles. And cash at the end may cover it. Plus...” and here he looks at the medic, “my trade is clean. If I’m doing dirty work, I want to control when, where, and for whom I do it. In other words, if I’m jacking a ride, it isn’t to pay off renting no damn ride. Right?”

“Ok, we need to get there and get moving. Also, we still have those walkie talkies from earlier. Let’s make sure those going by public transit and those arriving later with the rides can all communicate. And both vehicles need one. This is our best lead yet – we actually have reason to think this might lead to info. We need that data.” He rubs his hands together a bit. “I’m in. Let’s move.”

"If you all are set on a break-in, you are gonna need a lookout,” Ghlahn adds flatly. “Sure, I’m fine to stay outside and keep my eyes open. Bloodbank can join me so we have two sets of eyes."

“How long will it take to get those rides, Charlie?” Vegas asks, assuming that Casino and Ghlahn are now on board with the reality of their situation having been fully explained.

“I can get you guys that Air Jeep in about 3 1/2 hours, maybe sooner if I seal the deal with these other guys. As for the Bedouin Truck, in maybe about 12-14 hours... maybe sooner, yet again no promises... No promises,” explains Charlie as watches the group for reactions. Reading people is difficult enough when they aren’t wearing masks, but this group is geared up and only Vegas and Blossom are without a mask and Echo is the only other one with visible eyes.

“I’ll be in touch via agent, texting with potential drivers where to meet your vehicles when they come in. Besides, I need my rest and I have long day ahead of me tomorrow morning.”

“Damn!” Vegas looks around in frustration. “OK, I say you get to work on those rides and we’ll use public transportation to make our way to the offices. No more wasted time, savvy? You’re with me, right, Casino?”

“Yeah better then sitting on our asses doing nothing but arguing over ‘trade issues’” With a look at Charlie he hoped his massage got through.

“All right,” Vegas nods, “Where’s the nearest terminal?”

“Two blocks south,” Blossom replies instantly. “This enclave’s got a hold of it but there’s still public access. We can take the train and it’ll put us within a block of the office.”

“OK, one last time… Everyone on board?”

“I’m good,” Bloodbank replies.

“Count me in,” Blossom remarks with a charismatic grin.

“So for now... you’re on your own and it’s very late. That light lev-rail is ran by NCART and they stop running close to midnight or slightly afterwards, so you might want to consider getting there by other means. I would suggest you find a way to procure wheels along the way. But I will leave the kid’s life in your hands, I’ve made my offers and that, for now, is the best that I can offer,” Charlie remarks as the group mills about. “Well, that kid isn’t going to rescue himself, so you guys better get started. God’s speed to ya.” Charlie tips his hat to the ladies and gentlemen, then returns to his agent and tapping away at the keys as he makes his way to the Giri board

A short time later Casino found himself crammed into a black City Traveller van, and he WAS crammed! With his weapons, armor, overcoat and just plan size there was just not a lot of space for him. A look of understanding from Echo helped ease the feeling of claustaphobia but it was still tight.

Catching a look from Vegas he moves as best he could closer to his partner.

Now that the group is underway, Vegas glances towards his counterpart and bites the inside of his cheek as he considers his next move. Something has been eating at Casino ever since they took this gig and the crooner knows he needs to get to the bottom of it sooner rather than later. Sure! He'd made his mistakes over the past few hours, but they had seen worse together and the big viking-like man had been willing to split their partnership already. Whatever the problem, Vegas has to resolve whatever he can as soon as he can or their chances of success on this run are slim to none. Drawing in a stinging breath, the well-dressed solo leans closer to his friend and says in a very low voice,

"What was that back there?"

Looking at his longtime partner and friend he could not help seeing the questioning concern in Vegas’s eyes. With a sigh the big solo started whispering and explained himself

“This whole job seems, I don’t know, wrong. Main issue I don’t trust the wanna be johnson, something just does not click. When he first joined us, he had nothing like what he is offering now for this trade of ‘services’. Where did all this sudden ‘wealth’ come from, whose suddenly backing him, and who is the asian girl?”

"Brother," Luke shakes his head just a bit and counters with his lopsided grin, "do you remember Southern Belle? Whitefish? What about Boss Blood? I'd think that with as often as you've been in bed with fixers, you'd be used to them not laying all their cards on the table...and I mean, like ever. You gotta chill, blood. Starlight hooked us up with Charlie. Her neck is still on the line despite him coming in to take her place and I seriously doubt that she would put someone she doesn't trust in this position."

Looking at Vegas Casino knew it was a good chance he was right yet how well did they really know Starlight. After all this was a first time job situation and in his gut something still felt off about the guy.

“Yeah she is but maybe just maybe this time with him she got it wrong.”

A deep sigh and he was for the moment back to business.

“So whats up with Fixer and Bloodbath, they gonna be a problem?”

Vegas shrugs, "Law-abiding edgers? Always a problem. But..." breathing out a blast of hot air, the crooner raises his eyebrows in consideration and continues, "It's a bad rep to have, eliminating team members, I mean. Besides... we need their skillsets. With this being Starlight's show—now under new management—it ain't our call anyways. We just see what we can accomplish under their noses."

With a nod the big solo let the matter of Charlie and the two edgers drop and moved ahead. Though he still had his doubts about the group around the two of them, except for Vegas and maybe Echo. He did feel that they could succeed at this thing and for the first time they all needed to work together.

Drawing near the destination, Vegas orders the AI driver to drive around the block. Peering through the rain-slick windows, the solo observes the street and the traffic thereupon. No exterior security that I can see, the crooner observes. But he’s never been the keenest eye so he turns to his companions.

“See any sign of security out there?” he asks with a nod of his head to the outside.

“The offices we’re looking for take up three floors,” Blossom explains, coming out of her virtual world. “I couldn’t find the actual floorplans for the place but I was able to get a directory. The floor we’re looking for is the eighth.”

“Twenty-three-thirty-and-some-odd-minutes…” the medtech chimes in with little humor to his voice. “I doubt that the building is open at this time.”

“I agree,” Vegas acknowledges. “We need to get up close. Ghlahn, you need to find yourself a perch that will provide proper support for those going in. We also need to find out what else is in the building. What’s on the main floor? How can we gain entrance? Ideas?”

“There’s a garage, if that helps,” Blossom pipes up around her lollipop stick.

Jumping out of the van Fixer turned to them. "I want to quickly scout for some security systems. See what is out there." He took off quickly into the darkness only to return a few minutes later with a shrug of his shoulders as if he had forgotten something.

Having also exited to stretch cramed muscles Casino not saying much quietly listened in on the sounds around them and on the idea’s being discussed................................

Charlie turns to the solos: Vegas, Casino, G and Echo

“You three work the mean street and don’t take alot of drek, right?...” So... from time to time, I'll need something delivered, picked up or... a friendly reminder that someone is owed something. In return, I’ll then be able to get you rides, and even meals from time to time, would this interest you?

Before Casino could give his reply he was beaten by Ghalen.

“You want me to be your attack dog in return for a ride. Not gonna happen. I may be many things but a low level flunky is not one of them. I’ll walk”

As Ghalen finished getting in his two cents, Casino made sure to get in his.

“Wow, I admire a man who is confident in being able to get and give what he offers” Looks to the china girl who acted as if she was not listening. “However your lack of ability to read the people at this table just shows your lack of street smarts and plays heavy on your credibilty. I work for cash, not a ride, not for a meal, and sure as hell not for you.  If you think my partner and I will act as your on call little errand boys, then your living in a world of dreams.”

His hands on his H&K, the big solo stood and looked to the rest of the group, his gaze holding on Vegas, Echo, and Ghalen the longest. Then without a word he started heading away from Cred Stick Charlie and his bullshit…..

Ok I added my part of to rob or not to rob to my earlier post.... Enjoy... 

Glass Bottom Bar & Grill | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 8th, Day 2 (Saturday), 7:52 PM PST Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.) Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

Watching as the others besides Charlie and Casino filter into the sleep pods, Echo moved over to stand by Casino.

“Aren’t you going to get some shuteye, Choomba?” she asks quietly, indicating the pods. “I can keep watch over you all, unless you’re not tired,” she said, “Or I can just keep you company so we have two sets of peepers keeping track of the team?”

Turning to face this young shadowrunner, Casino thought to himself as he smiled, what had caused such a young girl get into this type of scene.

“Sure, i’d like that” my god I’m falling for a kid the big solo had to be honest with himself that he in fact was falling for Echo. However as his thoughts moved forward he had to ask himself was she really a kid anymore? He had no way of knowing what she had been through and what brought her to this run, but knowing Starlight and her rep, Echo was no slouch. Casino had to admit even though he was 35 he felt years older from all that he had been through. From getting shot more then once, the wound in his arm sending a spurt of pain to remind him of his latest, to the number of people he had been forced to kill in the course of a run. From the number of skills learned and trained better over time and the smarts and ways of the street that had kept him alive this long. Who was to say how many bodies lay at Echo’s feet, or knowledged learned, for just like he and Vegas she was muscle on this run. Only way to find out more about this dangerous beauty was to ask, and Casino always sucked at asking.

“So ahh tell me, what got you started as a runner?”………. 

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 2-1/2 HOURS LATER

“Damn... you all look like hell...warmed over,” Charlie muses and changes the subject as he looks over the group. “I know that we as a collective don’t have too much and we have even more questions. So, I’ll make my part quick so that you guy can figure out what your going to do.”

“I would like to recommend that if you’re going to go through all of this mess that you should get a little something more for it, right?” Charlie smiles, “And what I mean by that is, my next proposal…”

Charlie leans into the group with hushed tones, “Make your move on Upstairs/Downstairs look like a 211, you know...a burglary, and that way if something goes awry, then the kid doesn’t get moved or hurt. Anything that you guys take from the offices, you can take your time analyzing at your leisure later and make a few credits along the way.

“This is the part where I come in again.

“Anything that you take, you drop off to me and I’ll fence everything off for you. Look...you’re going to the home office, they also have several vans and maybe a few cars too. Load one up, or two...then I’ll help you get a clean pair of tags, registration, and a new ID if you wanted one. It will beats sleeping outdoors.

“Anyways...think about it. But I’m sure that everyone here is tired of walking, am I right, yeah?”

“I don’t mind making some extra dough, choomba,” the crooner smiles his crooked smile. “But, do we have the skills to jack a ride?” He looks directly at Fixer as he says this.

“Any objections?” Vegas looks around.

“Yeah,” Bloodbank folds his arms across his chest, his battle mask facing the two fedora wearing men. “I’m not averse to breaking the law in the course of doing good—like finding Jace—but breaking the law solely for the sake of profiting is outside of my comfort zone.”

“Cool yer jets, Goody-Two-Shoes,” Blossom grins at the medic and pats around in her leather jacket before producing a wrapped lollipop.

“The man has a point. Makin’ our little B&E look like we came for some goods and not information’ll throw any bloodhounds off our trail. It’s a good’ne an’ I’m for it.”

“Think of it as an additional safety precaution for the kid,” the dapper solo adds, but the medtech is having none of it.

“No deal. If you choombas are heading to the LZ to rob innocent people—because for all we know that’s what they are—then you’re doing it without me.”

“OK, Ok,” Vegas holds up his hands. “We’re not heading into a possible hurt situation without a barber, so you win. No stealing nothin’. We good?”

“Yeah…” but the tone of Bloodbank’s voice is cautious.

“Good,” turning to the rest of the group, the crooner continues, “So, we good? Everyone on board? Fixer? Blossom? Echo? Ghlahn? Bloodbank? Casino? Charlie?” He waits to receive an affirmative from each of them before laying out the plan.

Casino quiet the whole time up to now looks directly at Bloodbank.

”Well choomba way I see it you hired onto this run the same as we all did, to get the kid back, and I don’t remember Starlight putting limits on how we do so. If breaking into the place and stealing some petty shit to make it look like a robbery is not to your taste then ok pull out and you can tell Starlight yourself. But trust me your street cred with the fixer’s in this town will go cardo and you’ll be damn lucky to get another good pay run. Only jobs you’ll get will be cheap ghetto trash ones for self styled Johnsons. But hey thats your call Choomba." 

Turning to the rest.

“I’m in with Charlie to making it looking like a snatch and grab, however in difference to Bloodbank, we only take things a bunch of drugged out crack bangers would want. Easy money, shiny things, the easy to sell in pawnshop shit. Nothing major that could hurt these people too bad if stolen. If its as easy as you say Charlie to retag a vehicle, we can steal one someplace else on the way there so the lack of transport we all face is gone. We need to find the kid and soon and playing at being a bunch of goodie two shoes ain’t gonna get us there. I’ve already killed more people then all of you on this run and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna start playing F**king nice.”

With his voice and choice heard the big solo sat back waiting on the possible fallout with the Medic or any of the rest of the group.......

Day 2, Whitefall - Necessity, Rocinante, 10:00 AM PT

*Thump* *Thump* *Thump* comes the heavy metal knocking of someone at the cargo bay door. Sam frowns and runs to the cockpit to check the camera to see an older man staying there, grey hair, short cut, clean shaven. He holds his firearm up dangling on his index finger before the camera – clearly denoting he means no harm. He says “You got audio on that? I’m Captain Hewlett Stewart of Morgan Creek. I’m here on behalf of a young man named Asher Talhone. Got a message for Captain Wyatt Sung.”

Getting up quickly a questioning look on his face, Fenris made his way to the hatch and opened it. Fenris could not help but be surprised that Morgan Creeks Captain waited outside the door of the cargo bay his hands already holding both his gun and magazine separately. As the big mechanic was about to ask him to hold his arms up he already had them up.

“Ahhh thanks” Fenris said as he patted the Captain down.

“No problem, it is what’d I would do.”

“Follow me please sir I’m sure the Cap’n will want to hear what message you say you have from Ash”

“Captain Sung.” Hewlett nods a greeting to Wyatt, “Nice to meet you. I won’t waste your time. Seems your Doctor Young has gotten herself into a situation involving a young man with injuries. Petrie Tubbs? Anyway, she is doctoring the boy in the offices of a Dr. Amber’s office in town – he was the closest doc with an operating room. She caused a bit of a stir, in the church of all places. Drew a lot of attention to herself in the process. Well the Governor is got the doctor’s office held tight, yes, Patience, that Governor, and your man Asher is there as well. He won’t leave her behind despite her telling him to, seems to believe she needs protecting. Might be right too, hard to say. I get the feeling people around here don’t see many people stand up to Patience and they liked the first act.

“Ok not to be a skeptic but why are you helping him out? Whats in it for you?”

Fenris could not help asking. This guy could just as well be working for Patience and this could all be a set-up.

“Asher did my crewmember a … favour last night so I wanted to return the gesture. My man was drunk, looking for a fight and Asher could have laid him down hard, but he didn’t. Right honourable man you got there. Anything else I can do for ya?”

A firm but not so much a hostile look from Hewlett made the big mechanic nod his head in acknowledgment and relax down from his aggressive stance.

“Patience has four men around the office and two within. Her and the Rev were in for awhile but left as I did looking none to happy. I get the impression your Doctor doesn’t really care who she makes friends with. Asher had made his way inside the office as I left. One against six, I don’t like them odds but he didn’t look worried. Oh! Asher said the Doc had her ear comm in but I also heard Patience tell one of her men to block all comms.”

“Listen, “Hewlett says as he is leaving. “We are on channel 1742, be here until late tonight. If you need anything, give me a call. I can’t stand by and watch a good man stand alone.”

With Fenris once more leading he walked the other ship’s Captain to the cargo door once more.

“Thank you for bring’n us Ash’s current status I owe ya one if not the rest of the crew”

Closing the door he made his way back to his room and gathered his Beretta's and the Desert Eagle and strapped all three on joining his knives and other gear. Then moving to Ash’s room he went to the Kid’s arms locker to take hold once more of the Justice Arms JC39 kept there. However to a growl of dismay he found the arms locker to be locked and he did not have a key. Once more rejoining Wyatt, Sam and Ma Fenris looked to them

“Ok Ash locked his gun closet but I’m geared up with mine, so lets go get the Kid!”

Already working on a post though its in my head right now

I did not read or see any referance to where Fenris is at this time. Does he also know about what's happening with the Kid?

Thank you Ody for keeping this thread alive every year.

Glass Bottom Bar & Grill | Night City Integrate | Midcity | UrbanZone - March 8th, Day 2 (Saturday), 7:52 PM PST Weather Conditions: High City (Thunderstorms, 15mph winds from the NE.) | Midcity (Rain, 10mph winds from the NE.) | Undercity (Fog and Rain, no winds.) Air Quality Index: High City = 25 | Midcity = 42 | Undercity = 75 (masks required)

As Casino listened to all the catch up talk, then the talk of resting, the big solo could not help but feel a bit guilty. Afterall he'd had a nights rest at Hightowers and was no where near as exhausted as the rest of the team must be. It finally came to a head as Bloodbank spoke up.

“Now hold on,” Bloodbank sets his beer down and leans forward. “We’ve been at this for no small amount of time and I’m willing to wager that not many of us are operating on much sleep. So, we either proceed with a lot of stim, or we catch an hour or two of shut-eye, and an Enclave could allow us some solid downtime while putting this man in his element. I know Jace doesn’t have a whole lot of time, but we’re no good to anyone dogged out and foggy.”

“Personally I’m not tired but I could always use some down time.” Casino put in looking the other team members over. Yeah it could clearly be seen that Blossom, BloodbankFixer and Ghlahn were dead on their feet. Interesting enough Echo seemed fired up and ready to go as did Vegas who once again made his voice heard.

“We don’t have that kind of time to waste,” Vegas argued while spreading his hands, palm up.

“I agree with Bloodbank,” Blossom mumbles, the charge seemingly draining from her as her shoulders slump with the realization of how tired she is.

Luther looks upon the group, “Well... if anyone changes their minds I can be reached on my agent.” Rising, he tugs his overcoat about him and reaches for his drone case.

“Now, hold on,” the Sinatra look-alike shakes his head and looks down at the table. “I don’t like the thought of us not being able to take action quickly when needed, so I’ll concede. How ‘bout the lot of us soft-shoe our way to this Enclave and everyone can get some rest while Charlie, here, does his song and dance routine. A couple of hours tops, and then we are back at it. What say you all?”

Luther turned and leading the group from the bar they gathered up their things and followed, Casino finding himself next to Echo. Within a space of minutes not even an hour they found themselves at this Enclave, better called a morgue Each coffin unit was stacked on top of the foundation units and clamped down using electromagnetic locking mechanisms to keep them from being knocked over by any event short of a cataclysmic one. Elevator platforms sit in front of each column with very little space between them and a CredChip Reader installed right on the platform. A holographic woman in a nighty hovers over the top of the whole assembly beckoning passersbys with an enticing gaze and a crooked finger while lounging seductively on her side. A much less attractive Asian man stands just in front of the temporary domiciles yelling in heavily accented English, “Get rest! You do it now! Cheap. No rats!” while a mangy looking, real-life dog, sits forlornly at his muddy, booted feet.

“This work for everyone?” Vegas turns and addresses his team. “Two hours enough time?”

“Two hours is better than nothin’,” Bloodbank nods and wearily walks past the crooner to board one of the elevator platforms.

“You no regret!” the Asian man grins exposing rotting teeth and blackened gums. “You sleep like baby.”

“Well,” Blossom stifles a yawn with the back of her hand. “That’ll keep me up.”

“I can think of other things much more pleasant to keep you up,” Vegas sweeps in with a roguish smile.

“So can I,” Blossom quips, tossing her soaked platinum hair over her shoulder with a deft turn of her head as she glides past the solo. “But I think I’ll try my luck with the nightmares for the time being, choomba.”

“She don’t know what she’s missing,” the fedora-wearing gunman grins at his partner. “You gonna try to get some shut-eye?”

Turning his head to his friend and partner, a glint of humor filled his eyes. “Yeah well maybe you don’t know WHAT your missing choomba”.

Moving away Casino moved to stand watch. He no longer had the NCD to even rent a coffin so he’d stand semi-watch as the rest of them slept. Once all were rested they’d head back on the trail of young Jace........

As Casino listened to the various idea's he caught himself looking around at the other runners, his gaze settling on Echo. For better or worse there was a bond growing between them.

"I think Blossom and Vegas are on the right track so I'm in, lets as Fixer said check out this Miss White." 

For my absense from the Inn. During the week after Easter I started to get sick which took a bad turn during that next week thus leaving me bed ridden for most of this month. Though I am not near 100% I do plan to try and keep up with my posts in this game. Please know I will try my best.

For my absense from the Inn. During the week after Easter I started to get sick which took a bad turn during that next week thus leaving me bed ridden for most of this month. Though I am not near 100% I do plan to try and keep up with my posts in this game. Please know I will try my best.

That was very good I loved it, still wiping tears out of my eyes from laughing so hard. Thanks guys that was a much needed laugh.