Rain had been sheeting down across all of the metroplex for hours, the thunder rolled across the buildings causing them to shake even as the lightning cracked across the sky jumping from cloud to cloud.

Few people were out this night, even the various gangs seemed to have acknowledged that Mother Nature's fury should not be challenged and were huddled in whatever passed for their dosses within their own turf.

What did it say about yourself being out in this shit on such a brutal night?

Dwight sits in an old diner in Puyalup weathering out the storm at a window booth. His Growler is getting soaked, and washed, but his duffel is in the floor at his feet. He sips at his coffee and just passes the time making occasional smalltalk with folks and flirting with the waitress a little.

He thinks, "Doesn't look like this storm plans on letting up. Might be bad things about to happen."

Oscar stood under the partial shelter of a doorway in the Barrens. Behind him, music with a strong Bass could be heard reverberating the material of the door and coming through it only barely softened. It had been another few hours spent in the strip club looking for his sister. It was obvious he'd been looking for something in the place, but no one inside had mentioned anything about it. He'd nursed a few drinks for an hour apiece and sat through a couple of shift changes of the dancers. Still, no sign of his sister.

He looked out at the rain, hoping it would let up a bit but he knew it wouldn't In the short time he'd been in the city he didn't think he'd seen a full week with sunshine every day yet. He put his tophat on, and staying as close to the building as he could for some shelter, walked out into the mess on the way down the street to the next club.

Deathstrider stood at the window of his home. Goth music is blasting from a bedroom down the hall. His baby sister is having one of her private moments. Strider watches as the rain beats upon the window as thoughts run rampent through his mind. His thoughts are on his parents and what his baby sister told him. His thoughts are on who could have murdered them and if their murder has any link to his older sisters's dissappearences. So engrosed in his own thoughts, he does not hear his little sister step up behind him......

With windows awash in water just pouring down the pane, blurring what lay outside, it takes a moment for Dwight to realize what he is seeing.  What little light comes from one of the few street lights still functioning further down the block further throws things into confusion but...

Across the street two forms, most-likely human are bundled up against the rain but they are bent over another form or maybe it is a bundle but that doesn't seem quite right given...

Stepping out of another incessed doorway that leads into a clearly abandoned warehouse is a well-dressed man or woman.  Man would be the most likely gender given the cut of his rather expensive suit.  European, probably at least twenty-thousand nuyen given its tailored nature.  Through the pouring rain it is hard to be sure but one thing is clear as he places the hat upon his head, he looks at you then turns away striding away from the building heading across the street.

It takes you a moment to figure out what is bugging you about him.  The rain is not touching him at all and he isn't bothering to wear any type of overcoat to ward against the weather.

She speaks softly, almost a whisper but it seems to carry like the sound of thunder.  "It's coming you know.  They'll be here soon.  And nothing will ever be the same."

Dwight isn't sure what he's seeing, but he decides to let his curiosity get the better of him.

He pays for the soykaf and heads out the door in the rain. He slings his duffel over his shoulder as he walks toward the two figures.

[OOC: Dwight Oakhurst critically glitched using 2d6 with the Shadowrun 4th ed system with a target of 5. Perception.

Woo! Critical glitch on my first roll. Luv-lee...]

As Dwight steps out into the rain, the wind gusts and pushs some of the rain sideways driving it into his eyes.  Blinking rapidly, trying to clear his vision for a moment he thinks he sees someone leaning out the window across the street drawing a bead on him with something...

Dwight decides to see if this figure means him harm. He reaches out with arcane senses and then hopes his duster will take the bullet if he just shoots when he sees him casting.

As he casts, his shamanic black mask forms over his eyes as the spell goes off.

[OOC: Dwight Oakhurst rolled 1 success using 4d6 with the Shadowrun 4th ed system with a target of 5 with rolls of 2,3,3,5. Perception.

Cast Extended Detect Enemies, Force 4. 5 Magic + 4 Sorcery + 2 Totem bonus for Detection spell.
...and get no successes on 11 FUCKING DICE?! Really?! Spend a point of edge for re-roll.

Dwight Oakhurst rolled 4 successes using 11d6 with the Shadowrun 4th ed system with a target of 5 with rolls of 2,2,3,5,4,5,3,5,4,2,6. Casting Extended Detect Enemies re-roll.
Dwight Oakhurst rolled 4 successes using 10d6 with the Shadowrun 4th ed system with a target of 5 with rolls of 5,3,6,5,1,1,3,5,4,1. Drain.
1 point of Drain.
Anyone within 200 meters of Dwight wishing him harm has to make a Willpower (+ Counterspelling, if available) to compare to Dwight's 4 Hits on Detect Enemies.

Dwight has 1 point of Stun Damage (Drain). -1 dice penalty]

He gives a sharp inhale as his sister caught him off guard, yet again. Damn elves. He turns to her, "Who is coming? And what are you talkin about?" His deep elven accent appearent as he speaks in their native elven tongue. Kind of hard to imagine the language and accent coming from a human male. But more difficult to imagine a human male born within an elven family. But it happened. He looks upon his baby sister and sighs, "This ain't more of your matrix warnings, again. Is it?" He asks as he waits for her to explain. When it comes to the Matrix, his sister has no equal in the minipulation of the Matrix. All he can do is opporate it at the most basic of levels. He stands, facing his sister, waiting for her to reply.

The form in the window seems to have disappeared, after a moment's thought Dwight is almost certain it was a kid.

She seems lost in thought for a time, withdrawn.  "Yes and no.  That which comes is closer to the Father then I." she replies quietly, her words a thousand miles away reflecting clearly that her mind is far away.

Then abruptly she focuses, smiles brightly patting her brother's arm, "Expect a communique shortly.  Take what they offer.  Would you like a soda?" she asks as she turns away toward the fridge.

Dwight continues across the street toward the two figures hunched over something. As he approaches, he keeps up his Detect Enemies spell to give him some warning if they weren't friendly.

Strider blinks a moment and just sighs softly as he thinks, "Technomancers. There is just so much that is not known about them." He chuckles and nods to his sister as he speaks in thier native tongue, "Yes, thank you sis." It has been 6 months since he last worked and was nearly killed through trechery. He loves his little sister with all his heart. She has been living with him for 2 months now. But for the past several days, she has been acting strange. Now her strange message she has just given him as if she was speaking from miles away has really got him spooked. And that is saying much since not a great many of things can truely spook him like this.

He looks over to her, "What was that all about?"

The bundle suddenly seems to move, almost spinning in place, transforming into a form, humanoid lying on the ground as limbs seem to explode from out of the body.

The one figure that was swinging down to strike the prone form, screams clutching at his knee as a four inch heel is driven into it from the prone person's boot that snaps away as the person manages to kip up to their feet, their black duster billowing out around them.

Unbalanced now, a decidedly feminine voice rings out, "Dammit all to hell!  Do you morons know how much these boots cost?"

IGA: Oh ... I don't know you may want to give me a surprise test please. ;-)

Pulling out two sodas, she passes one over to 'Strider giving him a clearly baffled look.  "What was what about?"

She pops the tab, taking a long drink.  "You know brother mine, some times you are so strange."

Seeing a woman in distress thanks to two idiots, Dwight tries to get his Manhunter out quick, but his duffel and the rain makes that difficult. He draws the massive firearm and fires off a round near the not screaming assailant. He says, "Get out, or you can argue with Colonel Colt, hoss. You'll lose."

[OOC: Dwight Oakhurst rolled 2 successes using 5d6 with the Shadowrun 4th ed system with a target of 5 with rolls of 3,6,2,6,1. Surprise.
Dwight Oakhurst failed (no successes) using 1d6 with the Shadowrun 4th ed system with a target of 5 with rolls of 3. Surprise (extra die).

Dwight Oakhurst failed (no successes) using 6d6 with the Shadowrun 4th ed system with a target of 5 with rolls of 2,2,3,4,3,3. Quick Draw.

Just checked the damage modifiers, and I don't have any penalty yet.]

(OOC: Shaman, would you like me to post a character sheet for my baby sister too?)

Taking one of the sodas, he pops it open and takes a long deep swig. He looks to her, raises an eyebrow, "Let me recap what had just happened moments ago." He pauses a moment to insure he has her attention. Once he has it fully, he continues, "First, you actually managed to sneak up on me, then you started to spout 'It's coming you know. They'll be here soon. And nothing will ever be the same.' Your voice sounded as if you were miles away." He takes another swig of his soda then continues, "Whan I ask you if this is one of your matrix warnings, you only replied with 'Yes and no. That which comes is closer to the father than I'. Then you snap to your usual chipper self with a final, 'Expect a communique shortly. Take what they offer. Would you like a soda?'" He looks upon her with worry in his eyes. No matter how he tries to hide it, she can always tell how he is feeling and if he is worried or not. "I am really starting to worry about you. Your talants with the Matrix is extremely rare. More so than mine. It is really starting to spook me now." He ends up finnishing up the soda with one last giant swig. Usually he takes his time with the drink but this time, she can see just how worried and spooked he is as he killed the soda in 3 swigs. He lets out a long loud belch afterwards as he waits for her input.
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Wilde paused, smiling. The man seemed to have something interesting going on with him. Although Eugene knew the proverb about curiosity and the cat, he felt like knowing that there may be a trap at the end made him ready for it. He smiled and began following the man.

OOC: Shadowing the man as well as he can...
06:51, Today: Mr. Wilde rolled 3 successes using 10d6 with the Shadowrun 4th ed system with a target of 5 with rolls of 3,2,2,5,4,1,5,3,1,6. Shadowing.

None involved in the scrum seem surprised as Dwight moves in and begins fumbling for his gun.

OOG: Since no one is surprised, please roll initiative.

She shrugs, taking a sip of her soda.  Her body language seems relaxed, almost bored, no real worries in the world.  She purses her lips ...

and that is just when your commlink buzzes.

OOG: Oh don't worry, she's fleshing out nicely with what I have planned for her. ;-)

The man walks on for several blocks before turning a corner into an alley that is sandwiched between two decrepid, run-down, obviously abandoned buildings that are showing the wear of ages upon them.

The man steps up to a recessed door disappearing into its alcove part way down the alley on the left.

[OOC: Go with the above actions wherever I wind up in the initiative.

Dwight Oakhurst failed (no successes) using 6d6 with the Shadowrun 4th ed system with a target of 5 with rolls of 4,3,3,4,3,3. Initiative

Initiative is 6.]

(OOC: Sweet. Cool beans.)

Talis looks to her and just smiles, shaking his head. There is no denying just how much he loved his baby sister. Just then, his commlink buzzes to life and he sighs as he thinks to himself, -One of these days. Just once, I would like to get a suprise call.- He turns around and flicks on the viewer in his apartment so that both of them could see and hear. He then answers calmly with a smooth tone to his voice, "What can I do for you?"

As Dwight struggles with pulling out his gun, the victimized woman balancing on the damaged boot, kicks out with her remaining stiletto boot driving her foot against the side of the wounded ork's head.  There is a spray of blood and teeth.  The screams die with a sharp grunt as the ork drops hard.

The other ork takes one look at his comrade, his eyes growing wide, "Bitch!" but that is the end of his bravado as he bolts down the street, running hard with his arms pumping.

IGA: Dwight, you're up.

A smooth, cultured, deep voice greets Deathstrider but the video portion of the call is blocked.  Speaking in perfect Sperethiel, "Good evening sir.  It never hurts to begin with manners when greeting an incoming call.  A mutual acquaintance mentioned you might be interested in supplementing your income with a little freelance work.

"I decided it would be worth discovering if this is so..."

His voice trails off, his tone clearly indicating a question is there.

Dwight readjusts his duffel and holsters the Manhunter since there's no reason for it. He then asks the woman with his Texas drawl, "You hurt, darlin'?"

As he asks her, he gets on his commlink and does a quick check to see if the ork on the ground has a rap sheet.

DS smiles softly, then replies back in Sperethiel, "My humblest appologies on forgetting my mannors, good sir." He pauses briefly so the gentleman on the other end knows that his appologies are lagit, then he continues, "Yes, I am always on the lookout for freelance work. How can I be of assistance to you, good sir?" He maintains his calm smooth tone as he converses with the gentleman on the other end.

Eugene smirked  and mumbled to himself. "It had to be an alley, didn't it. Not a nice open street or drive. " He sighed and loosened the swordcane in it's sheath. He might be crazy, but he wasn't stupid to try to go into something like this totally unprepared.

He quietly followed after the man, keeping a close eye out for others to step out of the shadows.

She smiles, clearly finding something amusing.  "I am fine thank you.  And thank you for your intervention.  It certainly sped things up."

As Dwight pulls up his AR screen, he considers how best to go about that given this is a foreign city and he's no longer officially employed in his former occupation.

"I have need of an unaffiliated courier and investigator.  One who can handle themselves without necessarily requiring back-up to do so. There are some who say that you have the potential to be one such person."

Walking down the alley, Eugene approaches the door.  No one jumps him and there is no sign of the person he was following.  The door inside the recess is closed.  Furthermore, Eugene realizes he never heard the door open or close nor did he see it open as he should have as the recess is not deep enough to block it and the door opens toward Eugene...

Dwight smiles back at her, "I apologize for not being able to do more." The rain pours off his hat, but he does need to check this guy. He takes a quick pic of him and checks the Lone Star public database. He then tips his hat to her, "Excuse me a minute. I need to see if this fella has anything outstanding." He then hooks a thumb back at the diner, "If you want to get out of the rain while I look him up, I'd be happy to buy you a cup of soykaf as soon as I'm done."

[OOC: Do a Data Search. It'll be a Data Search + Browse (or just Browse) extended test. What's my target hits and interval?]
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In reply to Shaman (msg #32):

DS nods out of habbit and replies softly in sperethiel, "Yes. I do what ever I can to train myself to be more independant in case there are times where I am alone and need to rely on my own wits and resources to survive." His thoughts flash back to his days in the military as a Tir Ghost. Several times he was left alone by his team for one reason or another and each of those times, to their dismay, he returns alive. He blinks a moment to flush his mind of the flash backs as he returns his attention to the here and now where it belongs. "I am the one whom you seek. What have you in store for me, good sir?" He asks softltly in sperethiel as the last fragments of his past fades away back into the deep recesses of his mind.

She smiles, balancing for a moment on one leg then the other, she slips off her footwear, walks over and pulls the heel spike out of the prone ganger, frowning at the damage done to it.  She then starts walking toward the diner.

She stops dead in the street for a moment, her body tenses just as she vocalizes with extreme anger, "Sonofabitch!  That bastard!"  Then proceeds into the diner, pushing open the door hard enough that it bangs against the wall.

IGA: Datasearch + Browse.

"I have need of you to go to an address, pick up a security briefcase, and bring it to another address.  You need not be concerned with what is in the case but there are interested parties that wish to obtain the case and deny me its contents.

"This I will not have.  Succeed and you will not want for work presuming I like what I see.  The fee is non-negotiable at this point.  I will pay you one thousand nuyen up front which you may keep regardless of whether you choose to decline this employment, call it a listener's fee.

"I will pay another two thousand upon its delivery provided the contents are intact and safe.

"Depending on the problems you have with delivery, I will add an additional two thousand nuyen in hazzard pay if again I feel the danger or difficulties were significant enough to warrant it.

"Lastly, if a party does attempt to intervene I will pay a variable amount depending on what you learn about who these people are and why they desire what is in the case.

"Any other details must wait until I know that you find these conditions and the job acceptable." the voice replies smoothly in Sperethiel.

[OOC: Dwight doesn't have Datasearch, so I'll have to default it. I still need to know how many hits I need total (I assume it will be an extended test) and the time interval of each check.

One question, I assume since I'm defaulting the roll will be Logic -1 + Browse, correct?]

OOG: Indeed sorry.  Posting when I should have been sleeping considering I'd been drifting off on the couch.  Extended test (5, 1 minute intervals)

It takes a few minutes, but Dwight makes his verification. As he stands there,he's is glad his duster is treated for rain. He just hopes what passes for rain here won't ruin it.


[OOC: If he is in the Lone Star database, give them a call and report him. Drag him into the diner to wait.

Dwight Oakhurst rolled 1 success using 5d6 with the Shadowrun 4th ed system with a target of 5 with rolls of 2,4,1,6,3. Data Search.
Dwight Oakhurst failed (no successes) using 5d6 with the Shadowrun 4th ed system with a target of 5 with rolls of 4,2,4,1,4.
Dwight Oakhurst rolled 4 successes using 5d6 with the Shadowrun 4th ed system with a target of 5 with rolls of 6,5,6,5,4.]
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In reply to Shaman (msg #37):

DS smiles as he replies in Sperethiel, "Yes, the terms are acceptible and fair. You may continue with details at your leasure. You have my full attention." He speaks softly and calmly as usual. He waits for further instructions.

He is not listed in the Lonestar database for any public warrants but you do find link that leads to a posting for him on the KE public database.  He is wanted for questioning regarding an incident at the Damn Good Koffee Bar in Auburn.

Hauling him up, Dwight is forced more to carry him then anything else while considering the transfer of the Seattle law enforcement contract.  The woman looks up, catching sight of her assailant she frowns.  "You could have left him in the street, the scavangers would have dealt with him."

She has found a booth and seems a bit distracted, her lips and eyes moving but without a sound or any real focus once she takes her eyes off Dwight.
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"There is a parkade kitty-corner to the ACHE.  Go to the second level and park in the handi-cap stall, the second to the left of the doors to the elevator.  Go in to the elevator physically press both the up and down call buttons simultaneously for the elevator.  Return to the stall.  You will be approached within ten minutes by a person that will ask if you have the proper certification to park in that stall?

"Reply that your certification needs renewal.

"They will hand you a briefcase stating this is all the renewal you will need.  He will then proceed in to the elevator.  You should leave immediately.

"Once you have left, contact me at this number for additional instructions.  Do you have any questions?"
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On the way back to the diner, Dwight puts in a call to KE letting them know he needs a cruiser for a pick-up.

Hauling the guy inside and getting him in the booth across from the woman, Dwight shrugs, "He's someone Knight Errant is interested in. So I'll give 'em a call. Lord knows I need the NuYen, but he probably ain't worth much." He then lets his Texas drawl be a touch thicker than normal when he asks, "So what's a pretty lady like you doin' in a part of town like this?"

"Are you a bounty hunter then?" she asked, her tone curious.

Dwight smiles and shakes his head, "Naw. I'm just needing some money. Been here little over a week now."

Dwight motions for the waitress and asks the woman across from him, "What'll you have?"

"Let me treat you instead.  After all, you did come to my rescue.  What can I get you?" she asked with a smile.

"Recently moved.  When do you start your new job?"

The Ranger tips his hat to the lady, "Already eat before the dust up, but I'll take another cup of soykaf."
Dwight shakes his head, "Don't have any job lined up. Been on walkabout since I left Dallas a couple years ago. Just been wandering around out West."
Then he chuckles, "Momma would whup me for not introducing myself. You can call me Tonto."

In reply to Shaman (msg #43):

Talis listens quietly. Once the gentleman has finnished and asked if he had questions, he replies calmly, "Only one. What time do you wish me to arrive at the parkade?" He then waits patiently and quietly for his answer.

She raises an eyebrow slightly, her lips quirking slightly.  "Joan Caro.  Interesting name... that must have caused issues as a child growing up.  Pleasure to meet you Tonto.

"What sort of work do you do? I may know of some openings."

"As soon as possible, ninety minutes on the outside." the voice replies though there seems to be a bit of an edge in the tone now.

The Texan smiles, "It's a nickname. I'm a former Texas Ranger, Criminal Investigation Division. My former partner is Comanche. He gave me the nickname because I was his 'Faithful Anglo Companion' and his magical support. Didn't hurt that I'm a fan of the old Lone Ranger TV series from the 1950s."

Joan frowns, "I have never heard of it."  She pauses long enough to place her order via AR and adds a cup of coffee for Dwight before continuing.

"Interesting line of work.  Though I suppose it is not as glamourous as some of the trids make it out to be.  What sort of work do you think you would be up for?"

Dwight shrugs, "I'm not opposed to bounty hunting or bodyguard work. I might take a repo job depending on what I have to get from whom."

"I might know of something then in the way of the latter but I will have to check.  Do you have a number you can be reached at?" she asks.

Two coffees and a slice of apple pie ala mode are delivered to the table by the waitress.  Joan nods to the waitress.  "Thank you."

Dwight nods, "Alright. I'll hear a pitch for a repo job if nothing else."

After taking a sip of his soykaf, he shots her his number and then smiles at her, "So you say you've never heard of the Texas Rangers or the fact that the Rangers have a CID?"

"Well no.  I know of the Rangers and I am aware of CID.  I have just never heard of that show.  History and ancient entertainments of century's past are not my strong suit.

"Though I think I heard once about a famous Texas Ranger, he was a Walker or something, a guy named Chuck Norris."

Dwight laughs, "The Lone Ranger has been around for nearly a hundred-fifty years now. As for 'Walker, Texas Ranger,' that was...something. Chuck Norris was just an actor what knew karate. He was made an honorary Ranger for that show though. My daddy and uncle Eugene both talk about it once in a while, but they tend to laugh more about it than anything else. Course, both of them served as part of the holding action at the second Battle of the Alamo."

In reply to Shaman (msg #51):

DS smiles, "I am on my way. Out." He signs off and turns to his sister, "Keep your comm up just in case I need you. This sounds simple enough. Stay here though. I may need you to bring a thing or two for me. Bye sis." He kisses her on the forehead then dashes to his room. He quickly changes into his armored clothing, grabbing his L36 with concealabe holster, several shuriken, straps on his forarm snap blades, and 2 flash bangs. Insures his comm is secured and protected and that the items he took are well hidden as he throws on his secure long coat, he dashes out the door to his bike. He fires it up, places his helmet on and speeds out without a second thought. There are many questions running through his mind but he places them to the back for later. Now, concentrate on the job at hand. He brings up the navigation system of his comm and enters the address to where he is to go. The directions flash up on his HUD as he makes his way, following the directions.

She nods politely, taking a sip of her drink.  "I see."  Her facial features change, becoming serious and while her tone is polite still, cleaarly she is changing the topic with her next statement.

"For this job, it will likely take a fair amount of time since no one has yet to find it in all the years that have passed since the Crash, I am more then willing to pay a retainer for your services but I expect results and will not suffer being taken for a ride.

"Furthermore, you will likely need to assemble a team of specialists to cover your bases.  I would expect you to lead this team given your background unless you find another who you believe would be better suited to act as the team's spokesperson."

The drive through the city is calmer then most nights, the storm seems to be keeping people off the streets or those that must venture into the storm busy scurrying about their business, just trying to push through and get done.

The rain is hard enough that even through the coat, Deathstrider feels rather damp as he pulls into the parkade and begins looking for the particular stall.

As the cowboy shaman listens, he keeps an eye on the unconscious man and a lookout for KE.

He listens to the woman's pitch he thinks it over, "Alright. Soon as KE shows up to pick this fella up, we can take this conversation somewhere else. You got me interested, but the details can wait."

She nods, a small smile gracing her lips enough to turn up the edges.  "That would be acceptable."  She finishes off her drink.

"Now if you will excuse me, I will be back shortly." she states as she rises out of the booth, glancing toward the back of the restaurant.

Dwight tips his hat to the woman, "We'll be here."

PM

A few minutes later, a KE Patrol Car pulls up across the street.  Two officers, both human, step out of the car pulling up their collars as they do so.

They dash across the street entering the diner quickly, they begin looking around...

Somewhat lost in thought, Deathstrider does not notice anything out of the ordinary as he looks for the handicap stall mentioned.  He almost misses it, his mind being elsewhere and all...

DS stops and turns his head to see the handicaped spot that he nearly missed. Backing up his bike, he parks in the spot. He dismounts the bike and walks over to the elevator and does as directed, pressing both the up and down buttons at once. He then walks back to his bike, mounts it and procedes to clean off his visor as he watches for whom he is to speak to. As he watches, he sends a private text to his sister, "Got any floor plans of this parking garage? Do they have security cameras you can access? Would be nice to have just in case this pick up goes to hell."
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Dwight takes out his flashlight, holds it to the window where the KE officers can see, and then clicks it off and on three times.

When they come in he stands as he tips his hat to the gentlemen, "Evening, fellas. Got a guy that thought beating a woman was a good idea. She proved him wrong, but his buddy got away. I held him after seeing he has a sheet. The fact he also has a reward for his apprehension is a bonus. Not sure where the woman went. Didn't get the idea she wanted to press charges since she got the best of the fight." He then slowly takes out his ID and presents it, "Name's Dwight Oakhurst. Formerly of the Texas Ranger Criminal Investigation Division in Dallas."

"Ungh!  I have floor plans but there was a spider in the system.  They shut down the security cameras and pushed us all out of the system.  Watch yourself brother, something is not right there." she replies, clearly feeling the dumpshock.

Deathstrider's AR beeps then refreshes showing a flashing cursor labelled 'Floorplans'.

The older cop nods as he walks over.  "I am Officer Horton and this is Wallis.  You're far from home.  What are you doing in Seattle?"

His partner nods politely but Horton's tone is certainly one of professional courtesy and a slight tinge of jurisdictional suspicion.

The Texan nods and answers with a smile, "Pleased to meet you fellas. Been on walkabout for a couple years out this way. Come up through Pueblo, CalFree, Souix, and Salish country. Just wound up here little over a week ago." He then hooks a thumb over at the mook still out in the booth, "Like I said, him and a buddy decided to beat up a woman. I made a little noise, and she beat them up instead. I ran his face against the KE database. He's wanted by you fellas for questioning for a dust up at coffee shack, so I called it in as a private citizen. If I didn't, my totem wouldn't be too happy with me." Dwight smiles again, "I do like keeping the Ranger happy."

PM

He motions for Dwight to stand so they can have access to the perp.  The older officer doesn't appear to react to any mention of Totems, taking it seemingly in stride while the younger officer frowns.

"He's only wanted for questioning and there isn't really a bounty on his head but I had a friend involved in that incident."

Dwight sees a nuyen transfer flashing icon appear in his AR with a query to accept.

After a few minutes of waiting, Deathstrider notices something odd.  He can just make out what looks like a leg in a moderately expensive pant leg behind a nearby car.  Whoever the leg belongs to, they appear to be lying on the ground.

Dwight stands and steps clear for the officers to make the official apprehension. He declines the transfer and says, "Donate that to a charity in your friend's name then or give it to the family of your friend. They need it more than I do. If there is any sort of reward for him after the questioning, have it go to the family with regards from myself and the two of you." He then asks, "Can I get you fellas some soykaf for the road?"
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They both nod and the senior officer speaks again, "We will do that.  No but thank you for your offer."

He steps forward sliding the perp along the seat then lifting him to his feet.  The other officer steps forward to handle the perp out of the place.  They both look over their shoulders and nod once in thanks.

A couple of the customers watch as the officers leave but most mind their own business.

Joan returns a few minutes later, clearly having freshened up.  "May I offer you a ride to a more secure location where we can discuss the employment?"

Dwight tips his hat to the KE officers, "Have a good night, fellas. Hope this fella knows what you need to close that case or at least give you a good lead."

When Joan returns, Dwight picks up his duffel and says, "I have my Growler outside. I'd be happy to follow you."

Dwight steps toward the diner exit and holds the door for the woman as they leave.

[OOC: Unless you plan on anything happening on the road to wherever, we can skip ahead.]

DS sighs softly as he looks over to the elevator then back to the man. He dismounts his bike and slowly makes his way to the proned man. He shoots his sister a message, "Try to shoo that spider out. Something is not right here. I need eyes else where. I see a proned body. Expensive clothing. Will shoot you a pic soon as I can." He looks around more intently as he makes his way to the proned body carefully. His hand near his side arm, ready to draw at a moments notice.