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Old May 20th, 2021, 08:27 PM
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Episode I: Delivery Day

Delivery Day
Station 45 wasn't the most well-known of bars, after all, most people outside of CZ Gangers are smart enough to not go into the old NC metro stations... Except for one lunatic gang who turned one such station into a bar. Station 45 was the kind of place you knew about before you went and if you do happen to go, you're certainly not there for the booze or the atmosphere. The air inside would be clean if it wasn't for the haze of smoke that gathered up and rose around the booths and climbed the stools of the bar like a snake climbing a knotted tree. In the corner was a screen playing whatever junk the local Datapool was spewing out, light flashing from its little corner as bright colours exploded across the screen and the eyesore of a yellow banner with pearlescent white letters popping into sight. Yellow sparkles exploded out from the words, if not for the screaming announcer loudly declaring "JUST_PRINCESS!" across from this insult to graphic design there was an audible groan from the bartender, whose face was decorated with extensive dragon tattoos and the expression of a man who has seen this intro far too many times in his life.

In the far back of Station 45, safe from the assault of visual sins and (relatively) safer from the screaming announcer was a booth nestled comfortably on the end of the tracks, or at least where the tracks used to be. The booth was occupied by three men. In the center (and closest to the domed wall of the rotunda-tunnel) was a mohawked and battered-looking man, to his left was what a person who would be aptly described as looking like a rat of the human race: scabby patches of hair on a bald head, virtually no body fat, deep-sunk eyes and a long surprisingly pink nose with a shoddy pistol openly holstered across his anorexic chest and two poorly self-rolled cigars hanging between his teeth as he chattered and twitched. Both cigars were lit. The rodent man was sat opposite the antithesis of himself, who was the man on Theo's right: This guy was big, his forearm had been replaced with a synthetic alternative that was visibly decorated to represent his gang colours, one might describe his stature as herculean if it weren't for the obvious fact that his muscles were plates.
"That is absolute Дерьмо!" declares the Rat-man, who stood up with his arms raised outwards in some awkward fashion to make himself look larger.
"It's simple turf rules, Nagetier." retorted the man opposite, his german accent coating every word as he calmly sized up the skinny guy before him. "You lost the warehouse to those Malestrom Psychopathen, we took it from them. We now have your product and you sad, sentient mŁll men are lucky we are offering to sell you the product back."
"For thrice the price! But you know that isn't why we want the warehouse back!"
"You want it back because you produce your dirty low-quality synthcoke from the labs stuffed inside. Labs which now belong to us, kopf knacken"
"What are you even going to do with them?! You don't even know how to distribute smash, let alone synthcoke!" the Rat-man hissed, his pale skeletal face now turning a dark shade of red whilst the pitch of his voice began to ascend. "You're all a сброд идиотов! I bet you can't even read English you big, stupid kraut!" the ratling screeched, at this point, even the tip of his pink nose was going a strange shade of red. All of this commotion had attracted several heavily armed men who had gotten up from their own seats and walked over to the booth, all of them wearing the same dragon that decorated the barkeep's face on their persons.
"Everything alright, arkadaşlar?" one of them asked, the Rat man turning his attention to the newcomers.
"Хорошо?! Хорошо?! Нет, не все в порядке! Я пришел сюда для справедливого и нейтрального слушания, а вместо этого получил этого тупого придурка, который не сказал ни слова за десять минут, и этого большого механического людоеда, говорящего мне, что я должен заплатить втрое больше за свой собственный кокс!" the rodent screamed, his cigarettes bouncing on either side of his lip as he spewed his fury and vitriol at the armed men, who simply looked at one another, then to Theo.
"Want us to kick him out, seraşvan?" one of the armed dragon-decorated gangers asked, the question poised towards Theo.
"Kick me out? What, do you think you're tough? Think you're a большой парень?" the twitchy rodent-man asked, within seconds his hand was zipping to the holster, pulling the handgun free and sliding a single bullet into the chamber, the next second it was cocked and the barrel was pointed at one of the guards faces. "This большая обезьяна идиот thinks he can muscle in on our business? Нет! Нет happening! We smuggled all that gear in! We set up that lab! We produce the coke! Not them! Это никогда не будет и-" there was a crunch as the german ganger reached up and gripped the significantly skinnier man's wrist, twisting it on itself with a simple movement of his hand. The gun fired as it fell from the rat's fingers and cracked the display in the corner.


Despite the visual display of the immaculate and curvaceous avatar of Just_Princess flickering and producing an incorrect colour spectrum, the sound system was still polluting the atmosphere with her over-excited voice, she was giving a 'The entirety of which, could be disproven as nonsense and drivel by anyone experienced in the violent cultures of the various Combat Zones.Princess' Lesson' about the Combat Zones of Night City and preaching about a new charity she was supporting, unaware of the violence happening before the playback of the datapool's recording "So remember my royal subjects, if you donate a minimum of 150 Eddies to 'Screamsheets for Scavs', you can get access to my True Fans private data pool and I'll even give you a super special shout out at the end of the next episode! Now, I'm going to take a dip in my lovely new pool with a special thanks to Aeon Entertainment for providing us with a brand new studio and living area, ciao!"


Elsewhere...There came a clacking of metal against metal in the dimly lit room, screens surrounded the inhabitant as they tapped away at a keyboard, looking up from time to time. The buzzing of electronics and the clanging of pipes rattled throughout the small domain. A list of contacts came up on the left-most screen, the smallest of the ten mounted before the clacking metal. Four numbers were selected.

An icon appeared on the main, central screen and the figure adjusted its shoulders and the distorted audio was recorded.

[Listen up chooms, you've got your first job. A client of mine needs a package delivered to the attached address in the CZ of Old Japan Town. The pick-up is at Sǐ yŠo gān avenue, on the outskirts of the Little China CZ, you'll be meeting a Biotechnica representative who will hand over the goods.

This is a regular delivery, normally someone else covers it but they got shot up something awful in a fight over a warehouse or something like that. The client is on a need-to-know-basis, so you gonks don't go opening up the package and taking whatever is inside for yourselves. I've heard the usual team sometimes get into scuffles with local Scavs. The direct route would be best taken in a vehicle - car or truck or something; Though I've been hearing chatter of a 'Murdertruck' prowling the roads of Old Japan Town with some new gang moving in, even Maelstrom has been talking about it, so maybe you'd be better off hoofing it.

Anyway, I'll know if you don't turn up, so you better get to it. The handover is happening tomorrow, at 14:25 PM. 2,500 Eddies each, yes, that's after my cut.

- Arachnid
]

The voice was distorted and heavily edited as usual with no footage or video feed to identify a caller from and a number that seemed to change every five minutes. Arachnid had put out his first call to action and without knowing it, had set off a chain reaction of events beyond the scope of even his own planning.


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SkinWatch marked the time to the tenth of a micron. Taps later, countdown clock established. X hours until 14:25.

"Thanks, SpiderDork. Chooms and gonks plural. But two...seven? Who knows?"

The room was clean. Checked thrice per sundown. Safe to talk to anyone, self included. Storage pod, near an arcade. Yeah, the one with the pins and Pongs older than everyone you know.

"No meet greet ahead of it? Even the Res Dogs had breakfast before the heist. Flick didn't hold up, but at least Cabot at the chalkboard gave a proper plan."

Speaker was sorting sockets, trying not to twitch. No one could see or hear him lose his Cool, but still now was no time to fuss. Yet he was fussy.

"Car? No car? What are we gonna do now, just walk around being Ferguson mimicking Lansbury saying Has there been a murder truck? What? Brenda Lee Sedgwick gonna pop up saying There has been a murder truck?"

His slang of the month was VCR player fueled? Heard of them? Tapes. Recordings of programs from decades pasts. He had fixed a dozen of the players found in a pod in a bunker found last spring. Watched a hundred tapes. Kept one of each. Tape had some footage of his uncle's cousin's uncle
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with mutual friends. He decided slashed his repair fee by half right around the thirty seven minute mark of the recording, provided he could keep the vid.

He was, is, known as Cauldron. Also known as A Mediocre Tech by someone he used to know. Repair guy by others. Jorge, his relative what was seen on heard on the tape, did not know him, and that's maybe the last mention you get of that uncle. If Cauldron couldn't stop fussing over UnSubs at a pick up on Zero Hour, the assault rifle he was working on might fail to fire. What, you gonna go to a drop without a gun, without being the driver of the soon to be considered fabled Truck-Oh-Murder, with only half a share of unbridled Cool? Wake up, Junko Pardner. No rat a tat tat to return with, no more mentioning any family, any friends.

"Fix this. Go get a clean glass of clear sasparilla. Where? Too more hue man than gue man for Metalstorm. Besides, they don't even know of the history of the name. The movie was even in 3D. Guess paper glasses don't work for the Colossals."

Cauldron has a cybernetic eye. Did you know that? Going on as if metal everything was bad was a bit dumb in this moment, what with him being a partial metalhead. There's a Chromer joke somewhere in all that.

"Guess we gotta go where the Down Boys go "

That was said after the rifle was back to perfectishness. It's as much a word as as Choom is, Junko. Chromer joke was right there if you too saw the tapes, heard the audio on them or at least knew your second generation Empty Vee.

Cauldron checked the X. Y minutes had passed. No follow up calls from RackNerd. Time to leave, judging by the ammo being counted and the tool bag, socket filled, being closed.

"To Station 51, then. Chet was a good fireman. "
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Cassie doesn't watch the recording right away. She needs to relieve herself, and grab a drink first. She needs to decompress. Direct Action is always easy for her. You've got a mission, the adrenaline is pumping, and you're actually DOING something. It energizes her. She's always ready for more! Staying in character for the regular shows is more draining. She's not naturally outgoing - it's a skill she's had to develop. Her (Datapool-famous) cat, The Chairman, hops next to her with a mraow as she flops down to watch the recorded message. She has to watch it three times to get the full gist.

regular delivery .. others got shot up... new gang... hoof it.

Cassandra rolls her eyes, throws her Agent onto a cushion, and rubs her face in weariness. She's had too much of psycho gangs. Too much of Night City telling her what she had to do. To much of pre-determined contracts to do heinous things.

But...

She's also had too much of living in obscurity. Too much of not having the influence necessary to make the changes that REALLY need to be made. Too much of using low-rent gear to produce her broadcasts. Cassie has had her eye on a Cyberaudio Suite for a while now. Maybe even a braindance recorder, to deliver the real visceral connection to Direct Action. But it all takes money, and money remains in short supply. So she's been picking up some side gigs. Cassie has been hopeful that they might produce some usable Collie content, in addition to revenue. She's been disappointed so far. It's all been shady dealings for profit-grubbing monsters of one variety or another. This one doesn't sound any different. She sighs and rubs her face again.

"Money is money, Meow," she tells her cat. "Good jobs will come. Then we can start getting picky, and making our own jobs. Until then, I guess we just gotta answer the squeals and keep our heads above water. " She glances at her agent, and repeats its contents with resignation. "Sǐ yŠo gān avenue. Biotechnica rep. 14:25. I guess Collie will be coming."
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Theo always smoked with his left hand even though he was right-handed and the reason for that decision was for times, just like this. Leaning back with his spiked boots on the table, Theo took a drag on his cigarette, causing a flair of light in the dim bar and seemingly calm at the prospect of violence from the little rat-like man. Chef Cola of the PartyТусить Rats gang seemed to only grow more agitated as the bouncer disarmed him. Inhaling the warm nicotine, Theo calmly exhaled the smoke before raising his eyebrows in a slight facial shrug before nodding faintly towards the exit. The bouncer was already moving the small man towards the exit as Theo called out,

"We'll reschedule for next week. Same time."

As Chef Cola disappeared out the exit, Knux of the Combat Boosters stood up, and Theo did likewise. As he did so, the old dry seat leather made enough noise along with Just_Princess's babbling to cover the sound of him reholstering the large Sternmeyer P-35 pistol attached to his right think Han Soloupper thigh. Nodding to Knux, Theo said,

"Just my opinion, but I think Chef Cola would have agreed to double the price. <shrug> We'll see what next week brings."

Theo wasn't going to hold his breath on the Тусить Rats and Combat Boosters settling this peacefully, at least not right away. And though he only got paid once a deal was successfully negotiated, Theo thought there might still be a potential payday here. So, as he extinguished the stub of his cigarette in a full ashtray, he added,

"Since the lab was off the table, I'm guessing the Combat Boosters have plans for it. If you need a chemist or distributer, I know some people."

With a nod in Knux's direction, Theo turned away and headed to the bar where a glass of scotch was already waiting. Sitting down, Theo nodded at the bartender before shrugging at the cracked display where Just_Princess was still shaking her expensively biosculpted butt,

"Sorry about that."



The next day found Theo in a sour mood. Having your strings pulled by some invisible person was not a pleasant feeling, and keeping that fact quiet while rescheduling his meetings was putting a definite crimp in Theo's life. Gang members, no matter the flavor, never liked being jerked around any more than he did. Still, he had a job to do. Until Theo came into any information on the whereabouts of this Arachnid, he would do as he was directed. Luckily, Theo had a few companions to help in that endeavor if they ever did find that bit of data. Nodding to his companions in blackmaildom, Theo said with a faintly amused smile,

"I'm guessing since we're all here, no one has found the location of that Arachnid fella yet."

Shrugging, Theo pulled back his armored jacket to rest his hand on the hilt of the Sternmeyer strapped to his thigh and nervously tapped the holster. He also had a smaller Mustang Arms Mark III pistol hidden under the jacket in a shoulder holster. Theo had gotten the weapon as a backup after the Iron Sights gang started harassing him for exclusivity to his services. Now that this Arachnid made his or her move, Theo was thinking about carrying around a few grenades in his pockets for backup to the backup. Shrugging his paranoia away, Theo said nonchalantly,

"Lets get this over with."




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  • After thinking about it, I decided Theo would be slowly and quietly looking for information on this Arachnid person.

Action list and Stat Bar yet to come...
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"Hijo de puta!" The agent was in her hand and she nearly flung it across the room, but thankfully stopped herself short. Gritting her teeth she practically snarled as she watched the recording back again, rage bubbling and threatening to boil over. It didn't, which was a good thing because it was bad enough that she'd just had an outburst out in public. At least it was in a Netrunner bar where it could conceivably be... any number of reasons for her to be cursing someone or something out. Bruja had a reputation for having a short fuse and little patience, and with reason. Shifting in the seat she had claimed for herself, she was going to snap off a reply, but once again her better judgement got in the way of her doing something stupid. At least she had that to fall back on.

After several moments more of that boiling rage she got it down to a simmer and started to put together a plan of action in her head. Sure, she was rash and impulsive, but that didn't mean she couldn't put together some sort of plan. Even if she knew deep down that it'd go to pieces the moment the rubber met the concrete. Pulling at her leather jacket she fished out a fresh cigarillo from a small case and lit it, taking a long drag while she thought. This Arachnid had to go. She was going to find whoever they were, and she'd make sure that he found out just how stupid it was to force someone like her into doing their bidding without a choice. She had to do some prepping. Get her things in order.



Surely this would be a cake walk, right? No problem, just deliver the thing. Just pick up the package, take it to the spot, pass it over. No problem at all, it's not like she had to get through however much of gang territory, with a 'murder truck' patrolling the streets. Right, yeah, no problem at all.
It was the fourth time she was having that particular train of thought and just like the previous three times, it brought about another string of expletives muttered in English, Polish and Spanish. There was even a couple of words of Russian and French thrown in here and there. Did she speak those languages in any way? No, but spending a lot of time with a Nomad family taking in all sorts of people from all kinds of ethnic backgrounds meant she was fluent in cursing. You know the old saying "curse words are the first things you learn in a new language?" Bruja had taken that to heart.

"Joder. Let's just get this mierda done." And she hadn't even met the rest of the team! Not properly anyway. Who were these people she was supposed to work with? Did they even know the business end of a gun? Who knew. She'd find out soon enough.
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Delivery Day"Next week?! This gorilla just broke my wrist! There'll be no negotiations with these Мразь! I'll have your head on a platter, Янки!" squealed the Rat as security hauled him out of the Station 45.
"Boss said triple. If they don't like triple, they don't get lab. Simple as that, arrangeur. If Nutzlos Vermin want to try again next week, we may try quadruple. They may think themselves to be men of business, but despite the charade, they are very much dumme SŁchtige." the German ganger said before rising to his feet and giving Theo a polite bow of his head. It was wise not to shake the hand of someone like Knux in case he accidentally crushed your hand.

The bartender looked at Theo then to the display with a shrug. "Truth be told it's an improvement, never did like that brat, spouting a bunch of drivel like that, can you believe it? 'Screamsheets for Scavs' what're they gonna do with a screamsheet? Scav's can't even read."


Meanwhile Cauldron's attempt to insult Arachnid was met with the usual response:

[NUMBER NOT AVAILABLE,
YOUR MESSAGE WAS NOT DELIVERED.
ERROR F0253-A2-G7
]

This message popped up everytime Arachnid's number was sent a communication of any kind.




The team may not have known each other personally, there were a few IDs shared around by the gracious Arachnid to each member of the team about street names, what they did, and a photograph for good measure, but other than that? It was slim pickings.

Sǐ yŠo gān avenue wasn't the real name of the street, roughly translated it came out as 'Dead Rocker Avenue' which was a nickname for the street after the Night City Holocaust, where a surprising number of scavs attempted to form a Poser Gang mimicking the style of the then recently-deceased Johnny Silverhand. The result was a bunch of barely threatening homeless people wandering around screaming bad covers of "Chippin' In" and only Chippin' In. The posergang would still be around if they hadn't tried to declare themselves a new branch of the Willow Sisterhood two months into their existence.


Sǐ yŠo gān avenue was located just outside the Old China Town CZ, nowhere in a CZ would be considered a 'good bit' but it wasn't quite the 'Turn the wrong corner and get blown up by several different Combat Zoner squads bit' bit, so it's not like the bar was set particularly high. The street for the most part is relatively still in piece with only five buildings being ruined. The person the crew were arranged to meet with wasn't hard to find, they were surrounded on both sides by armed guards, who immediately raised their weapons in the direction of the approaching group.
"Thank you gentlemen, these are the people." the well-dressed man spoke as he approached the team of edgerunners and reached up to his ear, turning his head away and listening for a moment. "Bring the goods, the errand boys are here. Thank you... Sher- Sylvester." the suited man said, a particular distaste in his tone when he corrected himself on the person's name. "Let me tell you, if that intern tries to complain about me calling them the wrong name again they'll be lucky if their hands are recovered... Now, I can see clearly from the ID your fixer sent me that you're all the couriers. I heard about the usual group and it doesn't surprise me in the least that they got shot eventually, everybody knows they kept trying to tamper with the seals." rambled on the corp, who turned their attention to the road as a surprisingly plain-looking car pulled up alongside them. "The cargo is inside, feel free to take a look just don't open the satchels, please."

On the back passenger seat of the car there were four Each of them were clearly sealed with an electronic lock of some sort, the satchels were visibly luxurious in quality given the reinforced straps lined with synthleather for the comfort of one's shoulders.large carrier satchels, each one had a logo on the front, betraying its corporate allegiance. "Sher- Sylvester, give our friends the legalities they are entitled to, will you?" the man said, inspecting his suit with a rather bored expression. The young man stepped out from the vehicle and nodded "Y-Yes sir!" responded the similarly suited driver, who straightened up his posture, inhaled and then began:
"By partaking in the delivery of the aforementioned goods, you are acknowledging that Biotechnica is not responsible for any of the following:
  • Workplace Hazards,
  • Combat Zone Related Incidents,
  • Injuries To Ones Person,
  • Injuries To Second or Third Party Persons,
  • Liability of Any Crimes Comitted During Your Service.
These aforementioned crimes include, but are not limited to:
  • Assault of Any Degree,
  • Assault with a Deadly Weapon,
  • Posession of Unauthorized Weapons, including but not limited to: Illegal and or Unlicensed Firearms, Swords, Hammers, Crochet Mallets, and Knives,
  • Arson,
  • Murder,
  • Breaking and Entering,
  • Larceny, Theft or Grand Theft,
  • Breaches of any and all Datapool and Digital Services and or Protection Acts.
Biotechnica reserves the right to refuse you financial assistance with any and all medical bills received during your work time hours. Any references made to the Biotechnica Corporation regarding this job will be met with legal repercussions from the Biotechnica Corporation.

Thank you for deciding to work with us and we wish you a pleasant shift.
"
"Jesus Christ Sher-Syvlester, I meant send them the paperwork, not give them a goddamned briefing." complained Sylvester's superior, who shook his head and looked at the Edgerunners with a smirk "Interns, huh? You can't do your job without'em and they can't even do your easy jobs for you. Useless bunch the lot of them. Alright boys, call the Hovercraft, I think the Radiation is messing up the colour of my suit." was the last thing the suited man said before he turned his back, lit up a cigarette from what looked like a gold-plated lighter and inhaled, the tip glowing with bright embers before he exhaled with a sigh. "Bring the car back here if you decide to take it... Though from what I hear vehicular travel through that area's a bad idea if you aren't a skilled driver. Murdertruck or somethin', not like I care." the man was drowned out by the sound of rotors and shouting between armed guards, Sylvester quickly passing the edgerunners by to catch up with his superior. A few seconds passed by and the Hovercraft lifted up from the street over and began its ascension into the air.


OOC [ Out Of Character ]@Silk if Theo wants to put some feelers out to try and gather more information on who, what, and where Arachnid is, I'll need you to roll your Core Ability; You likely won't be able to find them this early, but the feelers could help you gather more information that could help later down the line to find them.

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Between locking the pod and heading to the meet cute, only a few blipverts worth of anything became clearer to Cauldron about the mission. IDs, maybe faked. Photos, best side shaded. Names, likely self chosen. W minutes before Zero Hour, a street with no one paying attention to him, was where he resumed stereo-monologue. " What did you share with the class? Security grab of my curly hair and shiny eye? Bio that says Fixes broken cars. . . Drives fixed cars... Can't Dance?"

Quiet again as SkinWatch gave subdermal warning. Cauldron hastened down the lane, best his not at all tall frame could take him.

He looked aways down Yao Gan Avenue. Shiny eye went magificent with magnification to better spy the scene. Almost familiar faces. Definitely familiar armors and arms. Cauldron decided what would be the best bits to salvage out of the cybers if things didn't turn out well. And ammo. Always grab a feader's ammo if you can before bug out. Eye returned to normality. He stepped to the actual coordinates of the meet. Another subdermal signal. He was on time to the micron.

Cauldron, all five foot less than nine of him, looked like one out of every four tryhard to diehards in Night City, what with the armorjacket and the helmet and rifle. But the designer smog mask, the hint of pre-millenium gray shirt, and pre-Carbon blue jeans marked him as a relic before his own time. A minor lack of Cool could be spotted, and thus be potentially troublesome, but at least he was punctual.

No words offered before or during the biotech honcho's opening remarks. When the intern intoned the no-faults, Cauldron just sort of muttered to himself. "Crochet Mallets? A Clockwork Heathers? Really."

He could barely keep still. Gave up trying at one point, took four little paces to get better vantage point on the back seat. For sake of his normal eye. Car in full, security on the satchels, that's later for review.

Hovercraft. Of course there was a hovercraft. Just had to have a reminder of why he was in Night City in the first place.

"Your pilot has skill."

Words cut off by whirlybird. Cauldron looked directly at where the best scope in the aero would be placed. He raised one hand. Extended pinky and thumb, pressed the other digits into the palm. It was tech talk for when there was too much noise. Ground crew signal for Thank you for not crashing. A true show of respect, at least where he came from.

Only after the Bioboss had up-up-upped did the young aspiring fossil actually address the other couriers to be. "So, ah...you all want me to drive?"
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Theo was probably the only one who automatically paid attention to the legal babble spewing from the intern's mouth. This was a natural reaction for Theo as any information could save his life in this business. Unfortunately, all the Biotechnica suit said was what wouldn't affect them from his or his companion's actions. Theo did have to refrain from snorting aloud because, as far as he was concerned, Assault with a Deadly Weapon was already included in the Assault of Any Degree category and didn't bear repeating.

Still, this wasn't his first corpo encounter, and Theo ran his eyes over the suits and their entourage with only mild interest. The fact was, Theo wished Biotechnica smooth sailings and a hefty profit margin due to his own, albeit secretive, connections with the company. No, as the corporate drone/intern finished, Theo's attention was more upon his new companions than the corpo's.

As the hovercraft departed and the questionable security of the Biotechnica security detail disappeared with it, Theo shifted his attention to the area around them. When the one known as Cauldron offered to drive if somewhat hesitantly, Theo turned to face him and the other two, Collie and Bruja, before shrugging and saying,

"It's leap of faith time!"

Theo smiled with little amusement as he stood there looking each of his companions in the eye in turn before looking back at Cauldron and said,

"If you say you can drive this vehicle good enough to outmaneuver this rumored Murdertruck, then I'll take a leap of faith and believe that you can."

Theo raised an eyebrow in question at Cauldron. The fixer waited for the man to get in the vehicle or reconsider his hesitant question. Frankly, the way Cauldron spoke pinged Theo's insane-o-meter but in this day and age, who wasn't verging on the insane just a bit?




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Getting to the meeting wasn't too much of a problem. Bruja still wasn't happy about the whole thing when she arrived, perhaps two minutes ahead of time, and being one to usually wear her heart on her sleeve she wasn't hiding it. Still, at least she'd get paid for this whole thing. She had spent some time to check out these new compatriots of hers to be and... she wasn't sure how she felt about them all. At least Theo - or was it Thermopauze? (what kind of name was that anyway? She'd had to go digging into the local datapool to figure out what the hell it meant) - seemed like he'd be competent with a gun, but the other two? Yeah, she wasn't so sure about that.

She was dressed more or less fully in Nomad leathers when she showed up, leather pants, leather jacket, the whole thing, even the boots. Something hung under her right arm underneath, bulging out the jacket a little as a consequence. It wasn't difficult to figure out it was a weapon of some sort. The threat of a weapon was sometimes just as good as actually waving it around she'd found. Your average wannabe ganger was less likely to try to jump you if you looked like you would be able to put up a halfway decent fight after all.

While the intern went on his little legalese rant, Bruja spent a moment eyeing up the... rest of the team. If they could be called that. Cauldron seemed to only kind of pay attention, much like herself, although she was still listening. She wasn't stupid, although disinterest was still clear on her face. At least it was all over eventually, even if it wasn't soon enough.
"Si, si, cabron. We get it." She rolled her eyes and waved a hand dismissively, as if shooing away a dog. She didn't exactly like corpos. The fact she'd muttered a handful of expletives under her breath while he'd spewed his... whatever, perhaps made that clear. She wasn't really into the other guy either, with all that swagger and everything. Once they actually left - naturally on an AV - she spat at the ground where they'd been standing a minute ago, then looked to the others.

"You a Nomad, hombre? You drive as good as one? Y'really think you can get us safe to where we goin' if this murdertruck finds us?" Clearly, she looked doubtful.
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CollieCollie shows up last, of course. Her upbringing had been rigid in many many ways, but the whole 'early to bed, early to rise' thing had never quite taken root in her brain. If her dad had been at the destination, she would have been prompt. But for a bunch of fascists? No sir.

Collie, in her public persona, would take no time for any of the gathered group to look up on the Datapool. She can't help her reputation proceeding her. Hopefully they had gotten their scoffing and condescension done with in the privacy of their own home. Edgerunner dick-waving is always so tedious to deal with. If they're expecting the Collie avatar, the watchers are disappointed. Cassandra is wearing her full helmet and Urban Flash overcoat. They're turned down now, barely sparkling at all, much less projecting her hologram. As a result, no one can see her face, or even get a solid sense of her build. She's definitely a woman (you never know who's behind any given avatar), a little on the short side, and probably too stringy for the current unreasonable-body-type expectations.

Some sort of argument is happening among the suits by the time she's fully paying attention. She signs the documents they provide with another pseudonym... Colleen Ackers... and hands it back. She gives one of the briefcases a short lift, as if to test its weight. She says almost nothing while the suits are around.

Once they're gone, she doesn't open up much, hiding behind her mask. As the others begin the conversation, she takes out a video camera and starts to fiddle with it. She points it in various directions, and presses an array of buttons. Apparently, it's in good working order. She keeps it out and in hand, but lets it hang to her side and She is, in fact, NOT recording, in case any player is inclined to be paranoid. doesn't appear to be recording.

"I... didn't the message say that driving was BAD? I'm all for staying on foot, unless one of you is hiding a couple gun emplacements I'm not seeing."

The group seems split on the matter. Not a great start. Without her persona dialed up, Cassie isn't much inclined to argue.

"Or, I guess, we could drive MOST of the way and then get out before we're murdered. By truck. Murdertrucked." She pauses awkwardly for a moment then adds, "I'm Collie. Well. I mean. Often am. Close enough." She's still not how to deal with the strange liminal state of edgerunning , where she is definitely not being Cassie, but hasn't yet turned on Collie, and isn't sure when to begin. She absentmindedly fiddles with the buttons on the camera, subconsciously anxious to put the persona on.
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Cauldron liked the enthusiasm from the first verbal responder. Looks like the team had an MC, a proper Hype Man.

"If it has wheels and a motor, I can likely drive it. Can definitely fix it."

The second rebuttal was challenge plus questionnaire. Fair enough.

"No... Mad. No. Not enough yahrens on the road."

Cauldron was being honest in rebuttal to his newest crew chief. Honesty was important. Still is. He knew some true Nomads, knew enough to know he wasn't close to being one of them. He wondered if any of the ones he knew had just went skyward a minute ago.

"But the Nomads I know say I'm better than average at driving. And I... think... that if we leave this Autobahner here... it'll get boosted. And we'll get blamed."

The reasoning was that The Ride was too nice to be ignored. Nice as the camcorder what caught his eye. He knew the make and model. The assembly instructions popped into his brain as if a holovid advert pressed play all by itself. Cauldron had to address its owner, especially after she became cross examiner.

"Murder Trucks have limits... there's a Maximum Overdrive to them. But yeah, could corpsify us we'll enough. That idea...take The Ride mostof the way oh way oh. I like that."

Cauldron looked around at everyone. Looked past them and behind them for desperado eavesdroppers. Took a second to tell himself they were clear.

"Any of you know a safe place to stash these wheels near the drop site?"
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BrujaBruja shook her head. It was part annoyance and part dejectedness. She'd heard the whole 'oh yeah, I drive as good as a Nomad' and 'the Nomads I know tell me I drive real good' to find such claims dubious at best. Sure, she'd heard actual Nomads complimenting others on their driving, but usually they were still leagues away from being on their level. Hell, she'd been practically raised by Nomads and she didn't have any delusions about her being anywhere near as good a driver. Still, she knew her way around a car at least.

Still, she wasn't about to say no. The idea of walking all the way over there didn't appeal, and especially not through all of the bad neighborhoods they'd have to cross to make it there. "If you wanna drive, I'm not gonna stop you. Let's get this party started. I guess a murder truck is just as bad as a bunch of gangers hopped up on whatever crank they've found." Bruja shrugged, grimacing. "Can't help you with that, kumpel. Wrong end of the city for me.

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Theo's eyes flicked between Cauldron and Bruja, feeling the tension build in the air only for it to be resolved when Bruja didn't press the issue. Nodding, Theo said with a nod,

"Then we have a course of action."

Even so, Theo did not get in the car right away. Instead, he pulled the large Sternmeyer P-35 pistol from its thigh holster and quickly popped the clip. Catching the full clip of large-caliber rounds, Theo replaced it with another clip that was filled with armor-piercing rounds and shrugged before saying,

"Just in case."

Reholstering the large pistol, Theo got in the backseat behind the driver's seat, where he promptly rolled down the window before pulling out a pack of black and gold cigarettes. Pulling out a single cigarette, Theo quickly lit the end before blowing a cloud of smoke out the window. Sighing in relief at finally getting his nicotine fix, Theo spoke with the cigarette still in his mouth,

"I know of a place where we can park the car close to our destination. By the way, that was a good idea Collie."

Taking another drag on his cigarette and exhaling a cloud of smoke, Theo admitted his reservations about his parking spot,

"Let us hope the Combat Boosters gang is receptive, and let me do all the talking when we arrive."

With little more to add, and not willing to add to what he knew about the Combat Boosters gripe with the Тусить Rats, Theo enjoyed his cigarette while shrugging off any additional questions about the gang.




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Gone unseen behind a marvel of a mask went the flash of a smile. Stash place sorted out. Driving privilege allowed. "If ah, my driving isn't fetch, just tell me. Thanks. You all everybody just Lizard Spock up a replacement." Cauldron suddenly remembered something his father said, how when he was a kid, they only used paper, rock, and scissors to settle disputes.

He faced the car, crouched down, tilted his head. Cybereye back to work. Looked for security measures. Faults in the metal. Bombs. Anything.

Crouched up, moved a few paces. Repeated the process. Made sure not to bump into anyone. Fished a gizmo out of a pocket. Flicked on. Reading taken. Flicked off. Gizmo put away. Smiled unseen again.

"Wait till we're clear of this street before saying where to...you know." The logic was that snoops with cyberears might be near, could pick up safe house clues spoken outdoors. But said in the car, where it's safest of all, address stated would be picked up by Biotech bigwigs' bugs. They'd appreciate the team's consideration regarding theft of property.

Cauldron got in the car, placed his gear just right, examined the controls. Measures, cracks, and bombs still a concern. Gave everyone time to get in, to put gear just right. Time to counter Theo's offer to be the only one to talk when they got to the destination.

 
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Delivery Day: BewarehouseWith Cauldron driving and Theo's directions, the fixer led the crew somewhere that might be able to not only stash the motor while they carried out the rest of the journey on foot but also keep it safe from any attempts to jack the car. Theo's directions led the vehicle-bound couriers from Sǐ yŠo gān avenue through the relatively still ruined Old Med Center and down the streets that formed the border between Little China and Old Japan Town CZ; Ten minutes past the ruins of Colonial Studios and along what few buildings and walkways were left of a pier.

Down the road was an old industrial district, one particular A grenade in the shape of a skull, with the bottom jaw jagged and blown out.gang symbol dominated the walls and ruins of this area, visibly marked by its bright red and yellow backing. One spray-painted billboard in front of the largest remaining warehouse had been visibly Streetwise or Perception check, for those trying to identify the difference between the overlapping motifs. Alternatively repainted multiple times. The surrounding area held the gutted remains of buildings, barely even skeletal due to the sheer lack of stray bricks or rubble Perception or Tactics checks could be useful here.in most of the ruins.

The warehouse itself would be relatively unassuming if not for the fact it was the only building in one piece in the area, though it was a Frankenstein's monster of metal sheets, mismatching bricks, and tarp. There was a group of armoured gangers wearing the same yellow-and-red colours as their symbol's backing, patrolling the area around the warehouse, which had some The causation of the odd smoke colouration can be identified with either a Science: Chemistry, Criminology, Education or Streetwise check.suspiciously colourful fumes pouring out from a collection of makeshift chimneys that lined the buildings mix'n'match walls and roof. Off in the distance gunshots could be heard, a typical afternoon in the Combat Zone.

As the car came to a halt one of the patrolling groups stopped and looked over at the parked edgerunners, then to one another whilst one of them reached up to their Likely using an earpiece to communicate with whoever was in charge inside.ear. A few minutes passed before an entirely new squad appeared from the warehouse and directly approached the vehicle, led by a woman whose heritage lay in the Pacific Islands, the Ta moko on her chin being a dead giveaway. The squad of four stopped within arms reach of the car, the two gangers on the tattooed woman's flanks made sure their guns were pointed at the car the entire way there.
"Was haben wir hier?" the woman said on her approach, her left hand positioned firmly on her holstered pistol and her eyes darting between the four passengers inside.
"You have a lot of courage to turn up in this part of Night City, Unterhšndler. Streetwise check for anyone who wants to try and recognize the streetname.Chef Coke's been trying to put a bounty on your head. Says you fickte ihn pretty hard in the negotiations, crazy addict thinks you're trying to help us push him out of the synthcoke business." she continued, her gaze finally turning from the car to the warehouse on the rundown docks then straight to Theo. "So what is it you want, Unterhšndler?" she asked as she fished a surprisingly expertly self-rolled cigarette out from behind her ear, lighting it up and taking a drag from the glowing vice, motioning with her free hand at the two men behind her. The two gangers slowly lowered their weapons in response with "Kopieren Sie das, Stretch."


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@Zevonian Normally I would ask for rolls regardless as even the most hardened of professionals can make a mistake, but it's really not necessary as the scan alone would reveal the car has a lack of bombs, tampering, or bugs. Though the wheel is a bit stiff and the engine stalls a few times, but this model has been out of production since the mid-2030s, it's a cheap fixer-upper for a disposable corporate delivery vehicle. It also didn't arouse much suspicion in the CZ as the main difference between it and the wrecks of cars littered around this particular Combat Zone is that this car still had windows and wheels.



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