SR#1: A job offered - Finally

[Zed]

Another day, another struggle for survival on the mean streets of the sprawl. It�s raining, Lone Star�s running a high-profile �serve and protect� visibility campaign lately, and pickings have been a little lean for you and your team. Occupational hazard, omae�newbies gotta make a rep before they get the good jobs, but they gotta get the good jobs before they can make a rep.
Ever heard of Catch-22? Congratulations�you�re living it.

You�re awake one night pondering where you�re going to get next month�s soymilk money when a familiar number pops up in the corner of your AR display. Your fixer�s on the line, and that can only mean one thing�a job. Cred. A way to keep the wolves off your back for a couple more weeks�if you survive, that is.

�Yeah, I got a job for you,� the fixer says. �Looks like something you guys should be able to handle. Meet Mr. Johnson at 21:00 at Infinity. The meet�ll be in one of the private conference rooms�tell the elf bartender chica that you�re with the Johnson party and she�ll show you where to go. Oh, and dress like you know what you�re doing, willya?�

Actions? What you going to do in prep?
Assumption: you 3 know each other from previous runs but are still new and strapped for cash. also each of you has approx 450nuyen left tp your name

 

[Sorontar]

*See if I can get a copy of the plans of the building to study in case things go Pete Tong (try and find the private suites and exit points)

*Clean my meet and greet suit

 

[Medivac]

I'll do the same as Sorontar, just incase I can turn up anything different. Also I want to see if it's possible to jack into their security system, to view the cameras.

 

[Requiel]

Jimmy Onefeather wakes and gets out of bed. Actually he mostly falls out of bed but he chalks that up as a win these days. He spends a few minutes rummaging through a pile of sharp-smelling dirty laundry before triumphantly coming up with a packet of smokes. With a grunt of disappointment he realises it's empty, crumples it in his fist and throws it in the vague direction of his window where it bounces back into a precarious heap of empty noodle cartons, soy-juice packs and crumpled fax sheets.

As he's pulling on his combat trousers, he realises the AR is blinking. Half tripping he reaches over and closely inspects the number.
"What does this clown want now?" he mutters as he hits the redial.
"Yeah, hey, this is Jimmy. You called? Make it quick I got places to be." he lies as he jams the remains of yesterday's soybeef ramen into his microwave.

After hearing the brief, he spends ten minutes with a knife scraping off whatever it is that got stuck to his armourjacket before hitting the streets.

It's never been easy being the best.

 

[Zed]

SR #1 Gaining information

Sorontar

The Insight club is well a fairly well known establishment in seattle. In fact its one of THE hotspots to be seen at. A lot of people go there to see who they can see and generally be noticed.

You can easily hook into the Matrix with your Commlink and get access to the basic overview of insight, what they offer, their address etc. Though getting a full blown map isnt something they offer outside of their own PAN. <Personal Area Network>. One of the things though you do see is the door policy which makes it clear all patrons are scanned on entry for firearms and these must be checked before entry.

Medi
You hook up to the Matrix yourself but this time dig somewhat deeper. <A thing about SR4. Decks are no more. You just use your Control Rig and commlink to access and start hacking the Matrix>

Skill Check: Data Search + Browse (9 Dice) = 6,3,5,2,4,1,5,4,2 = 3 successes + 4,1,1,4,6,3,3,3,3,= 1 success - Total time taken 2 minutes. The target node gets a chance to spot you using Analyse + Firewall Vs your stealth (4D6 vs you stealth of 5 - result not possible)

<success is always a 5 or 6 on a D6. The concept of exploding dice (on 6's) is gone bar using Edge only>

You pick up the slightly more private node representing the Insight club buried away from the public face of the club after a couple of minutes of searching. You load up your hacking tools and attempt to break in: Skill check: Hacking + Exploit (10Dice) = 3,4,6,1,5,1,4,2,1,5 = 3 successes - enough to success. Succeeding in breaking in you quickly scour the node for relevant information via personall account level access. You could take more time to learn more information but that would take you longer and give them more chances to pick you up.

The Entrance to the club is protected by a Magnetic Anomaly Detector backed up, according to the personell files, by a couple of rather large trolls who like to flex their muscle on troublesome punters.

The building itself has two floors. the main dance floor and bar area on the ground floor, upper area, accessed by a metal walkway which surrounds the dancefloor and has doorways off into what appear to be private suits. Its standard fayre for an upmarket club and should'nt pose much trouble on a pure meet.

Looks pretty much like a standard Meet Mr Johnson set up and rings no alarm bells for eitehr of you.

As you both finish you get an AR Call from Jimmy, your friendly neighbourhood team gunslinger letting you both know hes on his way to Insight.

 

[Sorontar]

Wraith - Preparations

"Okay Jimmy, you cleaned up and chromed as usual I take it. I'll meet you in the bar downstairs"

Turning off the AR, Wraith turns to her wardrobe and walks over to it pawing through her small selection of clubwear.

"Hmm no weapons, just a basic meet. I may as well try and blend in"

She reaches in and picks out a ankle length red number she bought last month when she had the nuyen to splash. It had enough flare in the bottom half to allow concealed items which was a big selling point, not the beautiful fabric the shop assistant kept droning on about.

"Matching bag, boots and hair and I'm ready to go"

She Leaves the dress on a hanger whilst she gets the sweaty job of braiding some red into her raven black hair done. A quick application of simple make-up and the messy bits done, but she can't help but notice looking in the full length mirror that the weeks without work had softened her up a little around the waist.

"I'll have to start working on that tomorrow" she says with a smile. She had said the same thing last week.

Reaching over for the dress Wraith carefully slides the dress over her head, trying not to disrupt her hair too much. Strapping up her red knee length combat boots, she checks the it hangs correctly over them and then carefully picks out a few items to go in her small shoulderbag.

"Lockpicks, Maglock passkey, smoke grena .... nah better leave the smokes at home"

Turning she sets out for the meet.

 

[Medivac]

Gruk grunt's an affirmative, then kills the call.

Looking around his room, a smile of satisfaction crosses his face, "Work!"

It's been awhile, but old habbits die hard, go soft, and buggers will eat you alive. placing his Hammerli in it's chest holster, and a couple of clips into his thigh pocket, he prepares himself, "Now for the hardest decission, which play list?"

Most people look at an Orc and see a big hulking power house, Gruk always thought he was above that, a keen lover of music, a sharp mind, and a dance floor master, although piss him off and he'll quite happily snatch your head from your shoulders.

Whith a spring in his step and tune in his ear he sets out to meet his partners...