The Salaryman paused and awaited for her vision to return in the formerly dim environment of the warehouse.

She then looked towards what had been revealed looking for information on what might have needed concealing before taking any other actions.

Not much can be seen from outside the room but the walls are all white, with light panels along the roof provided the illumination to the room. The Japanese man steps inside the door and waits for everyone to enter the room.

With nothing obvious to raise suspicions besides the whole oddness of the setup itself, the Salaryman decided it wasn't time to cut her losses yet.

So she took the Japanese man up on his invitation and stepped inside.

Giving their prospective employer a small bow of respect, the older Italian steps inside after the netrunner.

Prodigy quietly enters the room behind the others.

(Against his better judgement) Overrider enters the room without turning his back on Japanman.

The room is barren besides a large mirror, you'd guess two way, that extended along the wall opposite the door you entered from. There are no other exits to this room. As the last of you step inside the door slides close. You are now in the room with Japanese man who stands at Rest near the door and large Mirror with your own reflections within it. The light buzz of the overhead lights can be heard, those with enhanced hearing will hear an ASD system kicks in, the white noise filling the room, beyond that only your own movements are heard.

A moment after the ASD system kicks in and the door seals shot you here a disembodied voice begin to speak, flat and featureless English Accent,

"Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen... I hope that you are well. I am informed that you are persons of honor and of means. I hope that this is correct."

A pause for a moment before they continue,

"I have a need for companionship, and it would please me greatly to hear the conversation of a particular person who resides here.... his name Fargo Wells and I would like you to find him and bring him here to me. It is a task for which you will be paid of course. My Assistant has all the relevant information. Contact him when you have succeeded.

Your fee will reflect the level of your success... that is all."


OOC: The voice is heavily modulated, likely some sort of MRAM chip or similar voice modulation system.

The Salaryman waited for the presentation to be finished.  It was a lot, and she did take a moment to wonder if the task requested was consummate with the effort put into the formalities so far presented.

As such she then turned to the Assistant who was tasked with providing with additional information.

She also took a moment to recollect if she'd heard of a Mr. Fargo Wells.

The SalaryMan rolled 27.  Education & Gen Know

Prodigy remained quiet, as if anyone ever heard her talk to begin with from her mouth.

When the presentation was done, she then looked towards the Assistant, and politely motioned for him to give her the information.

[OOC: Is Education & Gen Knowledge the right skill to roll to see if you've heard of him? If so I'll roll it too.]

The Assistant tapped a couple plates along the wall near where he stood and a click was heard as a small section of the wall opened up. Nothing but a single folder was within that he took out and handed to the nearest of you with a bit of a smile on his face.


OOC: Feel Free to make a Streetwise, Streatdeal and if you were the one on the original call a Human Perception Roll

within the folder you find the following Dossier on Wells, Fargo:

http://wiki.rpol.net/?id=72735/Fargo%20Wells

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08:14, Today: Overrider rolled 29 using 1d10+12, rerolling max with rolls of (10+7)17.  streetwise roll.

Overrider reads the one page summery and passes it to the next person.

The Salaryman also read it, passed it on, then looked to the Japanese man to see if any additional instructions or information was forthcoming.

Phoenix takes the file next, and begins to study it intently, page-by-page.  When finished, he hands it to the next cholmba.

Prodigy takes it and reads it herself.


23:47, Today: Prodigy rolled 8 using 1d10+7, rerolling max with rolls of 1.  Empathy in place of Human Perception.

The Japanese servant his a panel upon the wall and the door slides open again for you. "You have all you need within the folder. Here is a cellphone when you find the man we are looking for, give me a call.... and I will give further instructions." The Japanese man states with an obvious pause, he pulls his phone and hands it to the first person looking to exit the room.



OOC: For those that made the General Knowledge roll, you know this. A Japanese man's honor is tied to his word, though less so to outsider. You believe he will pay you as he said he would.

Let me know what you will do next with the envelope and phone.

The Salaryman accepted the phone and slipped into the inside pocket of her suit coat.

She then turned to begin leaving, though allowed time if any of the others wished to convey any other questions before they left.
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Prodigy kept hold of the folder, and watched as SalaryMan took the phone. --Lets get going everyone. We our job.-- She said over the radio link with everyone.

The Salaryman continued on to exit the warehouse they'd been guided to.

Once the rest were outside she took a moment to assess what would be the most efficient way of getting to someplace they could go over the information they'd been given.

Following the others, Phoenix appears to be lost in thought, though his expression is inscrutable.

The rain had started up while you were all within the warehouse, coming down hard it was, the splatter of rain hid the sounds of the usual sirens in the distance. The door you had exited slid close behind you with the Japanese man still inside.

--We could head back to the Battalion.-- She said, over the communicators of everyone.

"That would be fine."  The Salaryman agreed.

Phoenix looks to each of them.  From the look of The Batallion, he does not really have any place that considered private.  Unless it is a closet, and I do not think we could fit in there.
He looks at each of them again.  I have a relatively secure location where we could go.

The Salaryman nodded in agreement to Phoenix.  His observation seemed correct from her brief recollection of the location.  The fact he had an alternative in mind as well also simplified things.  Worst case they traded one suitable location for another.

Having been decided you head to the nearest terminal and call in a cab, who arrives a good thirty minutes later that takes you to your intended destination.

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OOC: Phoenix feel free to describe the destination in mind. It'll be raining as it's always raining when you arrive. And use this thread for now.