"We could formalize arrangements, draft bylaws, and outline areas of responsibility and objective ownership if that would offer additional assurances."  The Salaryman offered in an attempt to help shore up the working relationships that seemed to be, if perhaps somewhat precariously, in place for the moment.

"Otherwise it may be most efficient to resume outlining our current goals and submit resource allocation proposals, before finalizing work teams and setting achievement targets."

The Nomad nodded to The Salary man. "I'm gonna delta then, get some eyes on that poolhall..." Rip took a few steps towards the back door, turned mid stride and started walking backwards. "I'll be up on Comms, let you know what I got." this was mostly to Prodigy. "You need anything else hit me up" he turned and slipped his helmet back on, then flipped down the visor with a solid metallic clack to cover his eyes.

A few moments later the tinny, somewhat gutless sound of his bike revving could be heard before he pulled away into the night.

Lady Koi waved good bye to Rip with a familiar smile.  When he left, she addressed Prodigy.  "Teams, then.  I who comes with me to the pool hall?"  Now that the chain of command was established it was time to gt going.

Rip has already headed that way, comes the emotionless response from Phoenix.  In fact, the closest he has come to showing emotion has been when Lady Koi arrived.  You may need to get moving.

"Right then, Artemis, shall we go?  We can meet up with Rip at the pool hall," Lady Koi says as she heads for the door to catch up with Rip.

"Sounds preem to me." Despite the tension, Artemis was still smiling. This seemed like a decent level job for once with a good paycheck: assuming it didn't get botched or she didn't get flatlined.

But hey, if you cared a lot about getting flatlined, solo was a gonk career choice, anyway.

She put on her helmet and threw on her pack as she headed to the door.

"I'll check out Caitlin Jones then. Starting at her Baker Street address."

This message was deleted by the player at 16:25, Tue 20 July 2021.

Going to give Artemis a chance to reply before posting.

In reply to Lady Koi (msg # 106):

OOC: She did above. msg 103

OOC: meant to post that in the caboose about the pool hall thread.

As folks headed out, The SalaryMan got herself ready and sent out messages across the array of communication devices the various members of the group had available (or assumed word would be passed to those who were without anything at all).

I am standing by if you require assistance.  I will be able to field most information requests, and reference the available known information if needed.  If anyone would prefer to have a hard copy of that information, please locate a Dataterm or Screamsheet box and I will initiate a printout.

If I am needed on location, please submit a request with accommodation for travel time.

Jonno sighs as half the assembled people get up and go, leaving him with a console cowboy (cowgirl?), a suit who claims to be dead and a kid who cant talk to him.
Checking the time on his phone he spies a discarded screamsheet and picks it up, leaning against the wall and reading through idly.

Killroy's eyes flickered as data ran across the TSM installed in them.

In reply to Killroy (msg # 111):

01:25, Today: Killroy rolled 18 using 1d10+9, rerolling max with rolls of 9.  Family.

A message rolls across your TSM with a near by corner and time. You likely know it won't be a pretty car, you're calling in a favor, and it better return in the same shape it was provided. But you got yourself a vehicle for a short window.

"Alright Phoenix, I'm out."


Killroy headed out on foot in time to make the pickup. No point in being late when someone is doing you a solid.
This message was last edited by the player at 17:49, Thu 05 Aug 2021.

The rain was coming down hard as you made your way to the street corner, you see your nomad friends waiting by a beat up compact car and a motorcycle, the one holding a newspaper over his head. "Hey choomba, Boss said you need this. Bring it back in one piece. My Number is ---x---x----"

The rain didn't really bother Cal but it did create some hassels.

"Gotcha. Wilco. Tell him I said thanks."

He accepted the keys.

"As always, call if you need me."

Lady Koi sends a text message to Phoenix and Prodigy.

Text Message:
Fast Eddy's was not very helpful; circular lead back to the girlfriend.  Hanging around a bit to see if they do anything interesting.  Status of Baker Street gang?
This message was last edited by the player at 23:21, Mon 13 Sept 2021.

Phoenix listens as the text comes in over his cyberphone.  The electronially recorded voice is nothing like LK's, the point 8s gotten across.  He responds with a dictated text of his own.
No word yet.  Sit tight for now.  Keep watch.  Maybe the target will make an appearance.
He then sends a text to Killroy.  Have you arrived at the home of the target's girlfriend?

Jonno finishes the screamsheet and looks at the clock on his phone, then around the room. He can probably catch train back South and be home in time to catch the match.
He fires off a quick text to Lady Koi, picks up his gear and walks out.

Killroy responds with a text of his own, "Just pulling up now. Update ASAP."

Phoenix awaits reports from the recon groups.