As you guys step into the taxi back to the Batallion another down pour of acid rain hits the pavement. You cram into the vehicle, slide the credstick and make your way back... The holographic sign of the Batallion comes into view as the taxi turns the corner, on the street a couple of boosters lean against a wall watching things, somewhat covered from the building's overhang..



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The only movement on the dead streets of this district is the tail lights of the taxi turning the corner, the sound of it's engine fading off into the distance. To your west sirens can be heard before they fade into the distance as well. The constant hiss of the rain bouncing off cracked asphalt is now the only sound you can hear. Not far ahead is the warehouse you seek, a battered and rusty door of the warehouse sits next to the large cargo docks. Number 214 Writ large in fading white paint.

The Salaryman stepped from the cab and took a look around as she checked that her tie was straight and tight.

She then ran a scan of the area to see what was active on the net, if anything, that may be either new or had been missed when she'd checked remotely.

A Phoenix slips out, he stays close to the vehicle, using it as cover, while he scans the area.  While he does not have a hand near any of his weapons, he remains alert and ready for an attack.

He rotates through his visual options:  low-lite and thermographic.  He also listens for anything that could be out of the ordinary.
19:19, Today: Phoenix rolled 16 using 1d10+11 with rolls of 5.  Awareness/Notice

Prodigy slides out quietly, taking a look around to see if she had missed anything now that she was closer to the building.

Quick stepped out and took a look around with the same feral grace as a lion sniffing at the wind. Things were about to go down, and however they went, he was ready for them. He hoped that he didn’t need to do any patchwork. But if he did? Well, that was part of what they were paying him for after all.

“You got the plans, you call the shots.” Smooth said as he stepped next to Prodigy. He doubted that he would need to fast talk anyone at this point and while he could call down a nomad pack, a few boosters, and odds and ends other contacts if things went south, all of that would take time. The plan was to get in and get out, so that is what Smooth set his mind on. He checked his AMT 2000 and waited for the game to go down.

Overrider scans the area constantly. Rotating 360 from time to time to watch all angles.   His pistol is drawn and plugged in but in his jacket pocket.

Salaryman crosses the street over to the nearest data term, pulling out their cable and jacking in to the data term to get a quick view of the area, finding nothing different then before.

Phoenix will note there is a couple people down the alley way to his left his thermographic along with the usual rats scurrying about. One of the folks begins to move away quickly outside the range of his thermographic. Within the warehouse they are approaching is a single hot form.

We've got two figures down the alley to my right, one moving out of visual range.  There are rats.  There is also one person inside the warehouse, Phoenix reports to the others.  It is possible the person now out of view is going to report our presence to someone, so we need to be on guard.

"Then, inside?"  The Salaryman suggested after rejoining the group.

"At least then we will not be seen so easily, and can receive clarification from the one we're scheduled to meet whether what we have expended our budget on is as described, or a scam of some sort."

Prodigy's voice is suddenly heard over everyone's communicator. ~You all will have to be my voice, unless she brought her speakerbox again.~ She motioned to Salaryman, as she started to walk towards the entrance. She was a kid, how did she end up like this again? A small shake of her head as she shook a thought from it.

Smooth nodded. “Sooner we are in, sooner we are out.” He had no problem moving inside. Whoever was booking the job was waiting, and so was his money. It wasn’t like Smooth wasn’t armed and willing to take a shot against anyone who was willing to take a shot at him.

Prodigy walked to the door with a bit of pressure pulling it open, the scrapes of the door opening echo off the empty warehouse. Everyone slides into the building, their eyes scanning the empty interior. As everyone finally enters, an older overweight man steps out of the shadows, rumpled black leather armour and leggings, a militech crusher strapped to his right boot. His ugly face breaks into a dirty smile "Hey Chums, Johnny's the name." He's a bit slow on the walk over towards them.


OOC: Give me Awareness/NOtice Rolls for anyone that heard the original conversation earlier.
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03:38, Today: Prodigy rolled 18 using 1d10+11 with rolls of 7.  Awareness/Notice.

The Salaryman offered the man a shallow bow of greeting.

She was not planning on leading the negotiation, such things weren't her area of expertise, so she left it at that simple courtesy.

Her eyes narrowed as she suddenly grew a bit suspicious. She then pointed to one of her teammates comlinks, then to him. Indicated that she wanted to know if he had a communicator. ~Ask our friend if he has a communicator. I have a question for him.~

Johnny nods to Salaryman a big smile across his face as he walks forward to everyone. He extends his hand in greeting to any of those that take it. "Worry not choombas. I got ya. Johnny's on the job and means everything is gonna be smooth and easy. I've been around a bit. I know what is what. That's why they picked me to lead this mission. I'm always on the ball." He looks anything but someone that could lead anything, a few years late, a few drugs and drinks too late, but he seems like a decent guy.

Looking over to Prodigy and nods his head. "Yeah I got a comms radio unit in my pack." He nods his head over to the corner where a small duffle bag is laying against the wall near where he stood before. "What of it? You mute?" His eyes continued to roam the others as he smiled.

She looked at him a moment, then nodded. Then motioned for him to get it, so they can converse.
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Phoenix watches and listens to the exchange intently, having none of his weapons currently in hand.  Let others seem threatening.

02:59, Today: Phoenix rolled 15 using 1d10+9 with rolls of 6.  Human Perception + Voice Stress Analyzer.  What does he pick up about the contact?

Overrider stares at his hand for a bit and continues scanning the area.

Johnny looks to everyone and shrugs "Silent bunch you are. All about business. I like that in my team. Keep it short, keep it sweet." He turns and heads over to his duffle bag, pulls out an old comms unit, this thing must be antique, "What channnel?" he asks as he begins to place one piece in his ear, wrapping it around his ear and then attaching another piece just below his chin along his throat before plugging it into the radio box that he puts in his inner jacket pocket.

"Seventeen."  The Salaryman offered.

She did not know what sort of question Prodigy had, but at least getting everything in order seemed to be going simple enough.

Johnny is all smiles, whistling a quiet tune as looks down at the receiver and adjusts the channel. Looking back up to the others "Okay I'm set." He looks over the others "Hrmmm, so what kind of team they set me up with. She's the tech, he's some muscle" he looks over the others thinking about what each of you can do.

When he finally got his communicator she finally spoke, sorta. --I am Prodigy. I'm the tech, but I also have a way and habit of getting out of places. You can ask these two about that later.-- She thumbed towards SalaryMan and Overrider. --Before we go on, I have one question. Your voice in not the one that was on the phone. Care to explain?--