| From: | Bruce Ford <shaman@*******.COM> |
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| Subject: | TOSSIT GROUP: Meet on the 14th |
| Date: | Thu, 19 Mar 1998 17:44:06 -0700 |
>>>>>[+++++Upload ARCHIVE.DAT <03-14-2059>
A series of video clips spliced together begin uploading:
A night blue phaeton rolls royce limousine pulls up in front of a
downtown club. The building itself is rather well maintained and
built from reinforced ferro-crete. A purple awning extends from the
doorway almost to the curb and a rather stylized sign proclaims it to
be the Purple Haze Restaurant.
A doorman dressed in a dark purple suit begins to step up to open the
door when a man steps from the forward compartment and waves him
away. Dressed in a grey armante suit, he stands just a shade under two
meters and bulks out at maybe a little under 150 kilograms. The way
his body moves and ripples, there is little doubt left that it is all
muscle though some it is more then likely enhanced but no obvious
cybermods can be seen.
His eyes are a deep blue and his hair is light blonde. He wears a
rather expensive pair of sunglasses and it appears that he may well
have a micro-receiver in his ear. An air of palpable menace seems to
hang over him and one could almost swear this guy was ex-FBI.
A second bodyguard steps from the other side of the vehicle. He has
a similar set of sunglasses and wears an armante suit that matches
his partner in all but color, for his is a rich black almost sharp in
a manner. He is shorter then his partner, around 1.8 meters but even
bulkier. This native american indian has muscles that would make a
troll jealous, there can be no doubt he is indeed enhanced. His hair
is worn to the shoulder but still styled to appear businesslike.
He takes the time to scan the area before stepping around the car
with such a fluid grace, power rippling with every step that it
reminds one of a large timber wolf. The second bodyguard doesn't
exude the same sense of menace but that very lack of it seems to
increase it. He joins his partner, scanning once more for any
problems that may be waiting in the shadows and then nods once.
His partner opens the rear passenger door and out steps a rather tall
oriental businessman, about the same height as the indian bodyguard.
Where the two bodyguards look to be late twenties, the businessman
appears to be about mid-forties. He wears a trim but distinct three
piece rich brown suit and walks with a confident stride as the
bodyguards take up position around him.
The doorman is almost forced to run to be able to open the door of
the establishment for these guests but he manages to do it without
appearing graceless.
The three walk and the hostess, a young indian woman dressed in a
rather beautiful light green dress that complements her eyes, smiles
at the trio, "Mr. Morningstar, gentlemen. Please follow me."
They are led through an almost posh, finally decorated restaurant.
Several pieces of Pueblo art decorate the walls and corners of the
dining area. A light purple haze floats along the floor, giving the
restaurant its name and providing a rather pleasing effect as the
soft light set in the floor diffuses through the haze.
Several well-to-do couples are dining here this evening but few take
note of the trio as they pass into the back and are led to a door,
which opens after the hostess enters a code, turning to the trio she
confirms what was about to be asked, "Besides myself, only you three
know the code. The wards are in place, you may check them yourself
if you wish."
The businessman nods once as the Indian speaks, "Escort our guests
here when they arrive. If they choose to order something to eat and
drink, we will pay for it all this evening."
The hostess nods her head in understanding, "It shall be billed to
Mr. Morningstar then. Shall there be anything else required?"
"Just some water." the indian responds.
The blonde bodyguard enters the room, determining it's safety prior
to the other two entering and disappears momentarily from view. A
few moments later the businessman follows, the video at this point
apparently spliced from a camera the other bodyguard must be using.
The room itself is rather uneventful. The floor is covered by a
plush gray carpet. The only furniture that is at first apparent is a
large polished oak table able to seat up to twenty around its oval
shape. The chairs are also fashioned from similar wood.
The oriental businessman, who appears to be Korean walks the far
length of the table which is perpendicular to the entrance and takes
a seat at what may well be the head of the oval as only one person
can sit at either end.
It appears that the indian is opening a briefcase as the camera
focuses on a case of some sort, from which he pulls a device,
moderately sized and places it on the center of the table and
activates it. "The generator is active and working within designed
parameters."
The blonde guards voice can be heard and the picture swivels to focus
on him as he removes the chair at the other end of the oval, forcing
anyone else to sit along the sides, "The ward is in place. No one
shall be entering astrally tonight."
A moment later there is a knock, the Korean taps a button on a
console in front of him and the door opens. A rather quiet and
apparently very nervous waitress comes in bearing water. She waits
until the Korean nods his head once and then quickly pours three
glasses and departs leaving the jug on the table.
The Korean takes a sip as he taps another button and a large screen
slides down from the ceiling, attached to the side appears to be a
mobile camera.
A few minutes pass and then the screen activates and focuses on what
appears to be two persona icon's of feudal japanese warriors. The
Korean speaks, "Welcome Kami Kazi. We but await the others to
begin. They should be arriving shortly."
"Thank you, we shall await their coming. We have waited years to
repay the debt we owe." The indian appears to be nodding in
agreement as the picture bobs up and down slightly.
The view switches apparently to that of the camera on the wall.
The two bodyguards take up position, the blonde behind and away from
the door, giving him an open field of fire while the indian stands
near the Korean apparently ready to either pull him out of the line
of fire or step into it to prevent the Korean from being hit.
They wait.
******
+++++ Include : POV ('Eyes-n-Ears' Simsense of the one known as
Prophet)
You are riding in a standard taxi which is just now pulling up to the
curb of the Haze. The doorman, suit all prim and permapressed, opens
the door for you, and you step out into the damp air that is so famous
in this part of the world. You pay the cabbie with a quick slide, and
the doorman waves you towards the doors, which are opened before you.
As you step inside, you realize that nature is calling you so you answer
it. In the men's room, the brisk, sterile, sound-sensitive-reduction
tiling makes the place feel almost 'posh' in it's silence. Cool, sandy,
earth tones trim the tourqoise latrines. "All this niceness for a
pisser" you find yourself thinking.
In front of the mirror, you do a quick prim-n-proper, adjusting
-everything- so it makes you look just right. A quick hand-comb of the
hair, and everything looks good. Even that scratch that "the barghest"
left on your arm while you were rough-housing the other night isn't
noticeable very well inside the sport coat that your temporary roommate
left you. Yes, definite delusions of appearance adequacy tonight.
Judging by the couple of female's, and silent male's, that give you the
once over, you are definitely 'eye-catching'. A quick drift across the
room towards 'the bar' to do a quick mingle (and a copped feel or two),
and you know you are going to have pay this part of the locale a return
visit afterwards. Especially that couple with the drifting hands...
+++++ Original Recording Continues
A rather large man, remarkably so is ushered in. Even his head on
his shoulders sits "brusquely." He bears himself with the confidence
of a powerful assured being. He looks old for a runner maybe 40 but
when he introduces himself his voice is penetrating. It's been
described as "the Voice of a God talking to Men" and it will reverb
strangely. It is NOT cyber, it's just a strange quality about it.
He introduces himself as "The Old One or Shivowtnoeh."
With a soft click the door opens. It is only open long enough to admit
the next guest, a man of average height and solid build. Everything
about him screams corporate executive; from the well-trimmed haircut to
the newest Armante business fashion line, "Shiva," fresh off Milan's
runways only weeks ago and custom-tailored for him. Top it off with a
gold-plated datajack at the right temple and he looks more like the
teams Mr. Johnson than Micheal Morningstar.
He quickly scans the room twice and the door clicks quietly shut.
His eyes slightly unfocus on the second pass over the room. Astrally
scanning?
He focuses on Micheal Morningstar.
"Good evening Mr. Morningstar. I would be the "shadowrunner" known
as the Dark Stranger. Pleased to be doing business with you." You
can almost hear the quote marks around the word shadowrunner.
He glides with an athletic and wholly natural grace to an open seat
facing the door. This is clearly a man that is in total control of
himself. As he gracefully deposits himself in his chair, the door
opens again, this time to admit a strikingly beautiful waitress, a
drink (scotch on the rocks perhaps?) in her hand. She quickly
locates the Dark Stranger.
"Your drink sir. Will there be anything else for you this evening?"
The Dark Stranger smiles; you've seen that same slick smile on any
number of corporate types. You almost have to wonder if it's part of
their corporate training or if it's genetics.
"No Khristy, this is fine. Thank you."
If Khristy hadn't seen that same smile hundreds of times also, you
get the impression she'd be weak-kneed right now. As it is, she
smiles demurely back and quickly exits the meeting room.
The Dark Stranger takes a small sip of his drink and grins with
pleasure, perhaps the first honest smile you've seen from him
tonight.
"I assume that we are waiting for the rest of the team? Let us hope
they arrive shortly; I believe we have business to discuss." Again,
the plastic smile.
+++++ Include : POV ('Eyes-n-Ears' Simsense of the one known as
Prophet)
You are found and then follow the escort into the 'the meet' area and
do a huge drinking in of the environs. Annoying buzzing let's you know
that someone's got lots of 'privacy measures' active tonight. Allowing
yourself to be seated at the table, you enjoy everything.
As the meeting goes on, you occasionally let your vision drift while the
trimstars keep recording. 'Shiv' is a -BIG- man to you, and you think
you understand why the Enchanter used to be such a 'fan' of the beast
once. You try and overlap an image of the truth, but stop to remain
more attentative to the host and his discussion.
'The Dark Stranger' is exactly as you've heard, clean cut, very sharp
dresser, and stylishly powerful. Most of the others are sitting
behind you, so only occasional glimpses of them are captured.
The dichotomous forces that Kami and Kazi represent.
The presentation of 'food' is nice, the choices you made were more
than appetizing, they were -GOOD-!!!
+++++ Original Recording Continues
Old One orders his food "as nearly raw as is appropriate", and he
almost fiddles with the vegetables. He also eats sizable portions
that he does get and he does so in a perfectly relaxed state.
+++++ Include POV Recording Xenon Black
The scene switches to the POV of the camera covering the front door.
Among the crowd outside, a grey fedora floats over the heads of most
on the street. It's supported by a grizzled troll head which leads in
turn to broad shoulders covered by a flat grey trench coat. The troll
shifts out of the crowd and moves purposefully up the walk revealing a
rough face, the right eye covered by an eye-patch with a heavy scar
tracing from the forehead to under the eyepatch and then down from
that crossing the right side of the trolls mouth. Most notable however
is the sheer physical size of the creature, even with the paunch of
stomach he carries. His hat nearly brushes the camera as he passes
under it.
The scene shifts to a black and white image of extremely grainy
quality. Obviously some extremely high compression was used. It
appears to be just inside the door of the Haze. The point of view
quickly takes in the troll's size and as he removes his trench-coat
to hand to the girl behind the counter, the view seems to focus on
his armpits, hips, the small of his back, and then as he turns around,
his inner thighs. Not noting anything worth more than a cursory glance,
the viewer approaches the troll.
"Can I help you?" The voice is cool, crisp, and amazingly smooth.
The troll's reply comes with a thick accent, probably caused by the
lack of movement on the right side of his face. The voice is deep and
with a roughness to it that sounds of gravel in an oil-drum. "Mr.
Black, here for the party of Mr. Morningstar." The troll is wearing a
dark suit that fits, if just, and it's apparant that he is mostly bald
under the fedora, with a ring of black hair almost like a monks cut
circling the back of his head.
The scene cuts again to the view inside the large room. The door
swings open and the troll steps in, reflexively ducking although it
isn't required in here due to the door being the floor to ceiling type.
As he sits at the opposite end of the table he speaks, "Mr. Black here.
Thanks for invitin' me, my time's yours."
+++++ Original Recording Continues
As Xenon walks in, the one known as the Dark Stranger does
not manage to supress his contempt as his lips curl up in disgust for
a half second.
+++++ Include POV Recording Xenon Black
The waitress presents the menu to him and mentions dinner is to be paid
by Mr. Morningstar, to whom Xenon nods in thanks. "Blackened salmon
then, if you please, and a rice tea." Glancing around the room he
notices the big human, "You must be the Old One.. which means you two
must be Prophet and the Dark Stranger."
His eyes run over them until he spots Prophet's datajack. He nods and
settles back in his chair.
"So.. just one more than business, neh?"
+++++ Original Recording Continues
The hostess leads a tall dwarf into the room. He is in his late
thirties, and has a heavily muscled build and badly scarred face.
The dwarf looks like he would be more comfortable in fatigues or
street clothes than the high-end suit he is currently wearing. He
moves with the controlled motions of one who has the older generation
reflex enhancements. As he rests his left arm down upon the table,
there is a metallic clink.
As he takes a seat, the dwarf nods politely to each of the group, while
giving them the once over. He turns to the hostess and asks for a
beer and steak, before turning back to the group and introducing himself
as "Irish" in a gravely voice.
******
Once everyone was comfortable, the Korean began, "This mission is
to liberate one, Kyle Blackwater, a 24 year old Sioux nation native
from his current employment. His true ancestory is Navaho. When he
was 16 he ran away from his home in Cheyenne to New York, where he
found work on the street as a decker.
"Being somewhat competent, he garnered quite the rep for awhile until
he took a job that was too big for him but his pride would not allow
him to admit to that. He tried to crack Renraku New York's Mainframe
in 2052 and failed.
"Captured by one of their response teams he was interrogated and
almost put to death but one of the employees discovering that his
father was quite high within the Sioux government spared him as
Renraku, like many megacorps around that time were trying to be the
first to find a way into the economic market of that nation.
"They tried to use Kyle to blackmail and pressure their way into
receiving government grants and special dispensation within Sioux
territory. They managed to receive some minor consessions but when
push came to shove, the father chose to forsake his son rather then
his country.
"That was in 2055 and it had seemed that they had given up. In the
meantime, Kyle had proved his worth in another way and had been
accepted into limited employment designing various matrix and decking
subroutines. Having apparently come to resent his family and nation
for abandoning him to his fate, he turned to Renraku as a substitute
means of acceptance.
"The corporation used that vulnerability and turned Kyle into a very
loyal employee, who eventually worked his way into a rather trusted
subsection of their Matrix R&D division. From the reports I received
from several psychiatric sessions, he apparently knew that he would
never be accepted as a true equal because he was not Japanese but he
felt that the corporation would at least make an attempt if he ran
afoul of trouble unlike his family and nation.
"Then in December of 2057, with things decidely heating up in New
York he was transferred to Renraku's San Francisco enclave. He had
earned a promotion and having realized the talent they had on their
hands, Renraku's corporate heads didn't want to expose him to any
undue risk, so he was moved to the SF Bay area in the Calfree State.
"Kyle Blackwater has since risen to assistant DH of the security
subsystem R&D department. He has become a loyal employee but certain
psychological profiles indicate that he may yet subconsciously yearn
to return home.
"The reason why my employers are interested in his forced extraction
is this. Renraku has once more started applying pressure upon the
Blackwater's to work various consessions in for Renraku to open
various projects in the Sioux nation. They are however, applying
pressure to his mother who had been under the impression that her son
had died years ago. It appears that she is about to agree to their
demands and my employers are against that corporation increasing
it's influence in any of the NAN countries particularly the Sioux
Nation.
"Now Renraku's SF enclave has relatively light security measures
because they feel that they are within safe territory, which only
makes sense as San Francisco and the Bay area are under Japanese
Imperial control. That is where the difficulty lays as you will be
operating in hostile territory.
"This is why, Kami and Kazi were recruited. They are intimately
familiar with the area. They have already arranged for three safe
houses that can be used. Two are within the downtown core and one is
in oakland or more affectionately known as orkland. This last is a
fallback if things get too heavy as they are well respected by the
locals due to their participation in repelling the hunting parties
that come into the area every year.
"Further, any land vehicles needed once you arrive, they will arrange
for before hand provided you inform them of what you need and it is
within reason."
Several monitors rise from the table before the runners as the Korean
continues, "If you would look at the screens in front of you, there
will be additional information for this mission. Included is
information on the San Francisco Bay Area geographical and political,
your target including his habits, the safe houses, and security
within Renraku's enclaves."
+++++Include KYLEBW.DAT
KYLEBW.PIC
KYLEPSYCHE.DAT
SFBAY.DAT
SFBAY.MAP
SAFE.LOC
ENCLAVE.DAT
SECURITY.DAT
PIRATE.DAT
"You will also note the payment notation, forty percent of which is
up front." the Korean continues.
Payments: For the mission - >>Extremely Sweet Sum<<
+++++ Include : POV ('Eyes-n-Ears' Simsense of the one known as
Prophet)
"Yes, this is going to be enjoyable" you find yourself notating in the
recording file for the sensory system. A bit taken aback at the
>>lucrative payment plan<< that is presented before you, but you knew
big days like this would happen in a more liquid style instead of 'the
Crews' more 'component oriented methods.'
+++++ Original Recording Continues
"Due to the operational difficulties based upon the political bias
within your area of operation I have also added an additional sum of
twenty percent of your payment to compensate for any difficulties
that may arise from the cultural bias therein, above and beyond the
regular payment.
"Furthermore, another fee equal to twenty percent of your listed
payment shall be released to you upon your agreement to complete this
mission to provide for the procurement of any equipment that you may
need to complete this mission. Most runners I know prefer to obtain
their own equipment and I will allow you to do so unless you have any
specific requests that you wish me to fill. However, I suggest that
you wait until you arrive in San Francisco as it makes it easier to
smuggle you in with less equipment and would be more appropriate once
you have determined the on-site viability for yourselves.
"Any money left over after necessary equipment is purchased is yours
to keep as you will.
"Finally an additional twenty percent of the payment bonus will be
provided if all deaths and disabling injuries are avoided and damage
to Renraku's facilities are kept to a minimum.
"As some of you may be wondering, I have provided for your
insertion. A group of pirates that own a submarine will pick you up
in the sound and then take you down to San Francisco where the twins
shall meet the submarine and take you into the city itself via the
docks. It will be tight but I believe this is the best way to get
the team into the area while raising the least amount of fuss. The
details of meeting the pirate submarine is the last file on your
monitors. They must be contacted within the week and you must be on
the submarine within two weeks of tonight if you wish to use this
method. You will have to coordinate with the twins no matter the
method you choose."
Kami chooses this moment to speak up and in heavily accented english,
"When the submarine surfaces, we will be there to meet you with a
Nightrunner to bring you ashore."
The Korean takes a sip of water, "Any further questions?"
******
Prophet: "What kind of environs are we going to need to operate in
exactly? I would believe that this would outline our requirements."
He looks toward the others for confirmation or discussion.
Korean: "You will be operating within the San Francisco Bay Area
Metroplex. The manner of your preferred extraction you will have to
let me know ahead of time. Your insertion has already been
explained."
-=-=-=-=-=-
['Eyes-n-Ears' DOWNLOAD, Mirror/Mirror Encryption Enacted]
-=-=-=-=-=-
"You will also note the payment notation, forty percent of which is
up front." the Korean continues.
Others may note a slight smile in Prophet's rich, latino eyes...
Payments: For the mission - >>Extremely Sweet Sum<<
Yes, a -VERY- deep smile in the eyes of Prophet.
Prophet: "I have a selected collection of my personal gear, and even
though it is not as "untracable" as some, I would still prefer to use
it. It is highly adaptable and should still work. I do have a few
other things that I would like to request, from my portion of
course..."
+++++ Include : Manifest.req
[standard things like a high quality laser-microphone, extra-dataline
taps again, high quality, requests for the equivalent of 6 reservoires
of DMSO (medical standard).]
"Any money left over after necessary equipment is purchased is yours
to keep as you will.
Prophet:
+++++ Include : PolitTHANX (sorry, had to be done)
Prophet: "This Kyle Blackwater, he is 'how old' again? I seemed to
have lost count of that somewhere. Does he have any social connections
that might be either exploitable or an obstacle that we may find
ourselves in the postion of dealing with?"
Korean: "He is 24 years of age. He has a few casual acquaintances
but is still to some degree an outsider, however, as with all things
in life that may have changed."
TDS: "I believe that I will handle my own insertion into San Francisco.
I've spent some time in CalFree and a simple plane flight down south
should be no problem. We will merely have to coordinate a place to
meet the rest of the team. I would suggest this route for any other
humans; metahumans flying direct into San Francisco would create some
attention. This should make it more difficult to link us all together,
at least before our run occurs."
Korean: "If that is what you wish, so be it. I will leave it to you
to coordinate with the twins."
TDS: "How much exposure is acceptable in this extraction? If we are
allowed the option of a public grab, it would expand our options
greatly."
Korean: "If that is how you prefer to acquire him then again that is
up to the team as long as my prior requirement parameters are met."
TDS: "Pay appears to be adequate and the information contained in
these files appears to be sufficient. My question, and perhaps it is
contained in one of these files, is where do we drop off Mr. Kyle
Blackwater? Do we attempt to return him to Seattle, or will we need
to get him to Denver, or elsewhere in the Sioux Nation? Do you, Mr.
Morningstar, have any plans regarding his extraction? I believe that
we can handle ours, but I have problems putting valuable cargo on a
submarine controlled by pirates. Any thoughts you have on this issue
would be appreciated."
A slight smirk creases the left side of Xenon Black's face at the
mention of the pirates.
Korean: "My employers wish him to be returned to Seattle. Releasing
him anywhere else and he may attempt to return to Renraku. He will
not be going aboard the submarine. That is for insertion only."
Shiv: "On the grounds of magical security, it would help me at least
to prepare my focus if I new what types of magic to orient towards.
I am certain that Wards, such as the one I feel around this place,
are in effect. But what about Watcher, Elemental and Patroller
Intensity?"
Korean: "It should be light given that SF is under Imperial control
but I would expect the team to do their own recon. Expect some
warding."
Shiv: "Do they use paranorms, such as barghests, Hellhounds or
Sirens?"
Korean: "If they use paranormals, it's a secure area that was not
able to be reconned. I would expect though that it would be light
again based on the area. They may keep some for research."
Shiv: "What of their site's magicians. Do you know if they sponsor
an advancement order or are the magicians obtaining their training
from other locations?"
Korean: "They do not sponsor any initiatory groups but they do have
at least three research magicians of varying grades that were trained
in their corporate offices in Tokyo."
Shiv: "Has Mr. Blackwater ever shown any signs of magical alteration,
mentally, emotionally or physically?"
Korean: "Not that my own intelligence was able to uncover."
Shiv: "I would appreciate obtaining some 'combat feti' for use if I
could. I have a Sterilize spell that helps from us leaving any
strange, usable, trailings behind on the site for the oppositions
later use..."
Korean: "That is what some of the pay has been ear-marked for. Do
you have your own channels for acquiring this or would you like me to
attempt to gain them and then remove that portion from the money
allotted?"
When no one answers the Korean nods, "Then I shall expect you to use
your own channels to acquire such material."
Shiv: "Elsewhere in the matrix, Prophet mentioned healing. I did
reply that I have a 'treatment' magic, and a stabilizing spell, but
not much in the recuperative forces beyond that. Dark Stranger, what
of yourself, could not we obtain some health feti for our use, as
gauging from your own reply to Prophet's statement, you are not often
accustomed to using such magic either. Or have I presumed
incorrectly?"
tDS: "Actually, I am too accustomed to it. As you no doubt know, the
use of magic does leave something of a...fingerprint as it were. I
would prefer leaving as few fingerprints as is possible. If magical
healing is required I would prefer to do it after successful
completion of our job, if at all possible. And I generally don't use
a fetish component in my spellcasting."
Shiv: "Of course, that is understandable. And since I don't use it
often, and so many times it seems the drain involved is so
devastating, I like to ensure my functionality at crisis times."
Shiv: "Additionally, should we encounter any astral guards, if we
cannot get by them using "stealth" and "silence" and we -must- engage
the opponents in the astral, I would prefer to be doing such. I have
found I have a natural ability that is superior than many have in
such things."
Shiv looks assured, not arrogant, though it might be misread as such.
Shiv: "I do have a 'team mask', which is an improvement in my
opinion, of the Physical Mask formulae. It can effect a number of
targets, but does require me to be astrally perceiving to some extent
while I sustain it. Elsewise, the targets I am modifying will slip
out the cover when they leave my immediate vicinity. That -should-
help those such as Xenon and myself get by without arousing as much
suspicion. I am often mistaken for an Ork from a distance, and have
had to educate others of the differences I and they have from each
other."
Prophet suddenly seems to choke on his drink, splashing water onto his
lap. He looks up at the group, his face tense with embarrassment.
The Dark Stranger rolls his eyes as Prophet quickly begins towelling
himself. "Sorry. Swallowed wrong."
Xenon: "Nothin' else here. Not until I go through these files anyway.
How're we supposed to reach Kami & Kazi to let you or them know of
needed equipment."
Kami: "Here is a secure >>>LTG<<< to reach us at."
Irish: "What kind of time restraint are we working under?"
Korean: "You have two months to pull him out and get him to Seattle."
Irish: "What kind of personal security measures has Kyle taken? Does
he have a personal bodyguard, and if so, how good is the guard?"
Korean: "Due to the nature of the area, it is highly unlikely Mr.
Blackwater has one. As it stands he has never been witnessed to have
one."
Irish: "Does Renraku appear to have any suspicions that Kyle may be
attempting to `leave the nest'"?
Korean: "They view him as a loyal employee and from his psych review
do not see him as a risk as he has no real viable options even if he
were unhappy enough to try to leave."
Irish: "Does Kyle have any exploitable vices?"
Korean: "None, that are exceptionally high."
The Korean pauses for a moment: "I would make one last request though
that each of you provide some form of documented recording
preferrably visual at the end of the run to collaberate your actions
while under employ."
Xenon: "Heh. No matter where you work, there's still work performance
surveys.."
Korean: "On a further note, if you are interested I can have three
score doses of Laes waiting for you at the safe house of your choice
when you arrive in San Francisco?"
Xenon: "Interested? If you can get it, yeh. Y'know, a fella could get
to like workin' for you, Mr. Morningstar.. could get to like it very
much indeed."
Korean: "The Laes shall be there and Kami & Kazi can distribute it
upon your arrival. Then I can consider you all interested in
continuing on this minor endeavor?"
As each person nods their agreement, the Korean stands, bows his head
and the bodyguards take up positions around him.
Korean: "I am glad we could do business together. I hope you find
this arrangement satisfactory and that this be the beginning a
mutually profitable partnership. Please enjoy the hospitalities,
this room is booked for as long as you would make use of it. At the
bottom of your screens you will find a number to phone for final
arrangements when Mr. Blackwater is back in Seattle."
The Korean seems to glance ever so briefly at the Sioux bodyguard and
the bodyguard inclines his head.
Korean: "I will take my leave of you then. Please enjoy your evening."
The three make there way from the chamber.
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