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......

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.

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.

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.

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. ;-)

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.

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: 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.

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.

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.

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?"