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Old Nov 25th, 2022, 07:21 AM
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Chapter 3. No Color

Tuesday Morning, 2080.05.07 - Club Teruel, Sants-Montjuïc, Barcelona




Club Teruel, Sants-Montjuïc, Barcelona
Torracollons. An information broker and fixer. It is not a lot, but at least you know she is somewhere in Eixample. It is late morning, the world is awake and active again, the sun is out and you guys have been up all night. You guys are awake, but you know you are going to crash sooner or later. Chances are, if you closed your eyes to take a little break, sleep would probably be not too far off. But you have a name.

The club is relatively quiet with only a few hard core runners doing business here. Most of the social elements of the club have died off until night comes again.

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[Early, Tuesday 7th May, 2080; Club Teruel, Barcelona]

As they debated the tempting thought of a rest and possibly a shower after their late night excursion Cypher quickly checked the time… Seattle were nine hours behind Barcelona, Madds would still be up and the niggling guilt at leaving her to trek across to pond on a, so far, enjoyable working holiday played across his mind

> Heh little sis, how’s things?! The sun is actually shining here if you can believe it? Still, I’m sure that new sim module has taken you to some nicer places even than this?! I’ve got to get some sleep, been up all night, but I thought I’d check in…

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> Yeah, the pod is great, but then you knew it would be! Still rather have you here but there’s a new portal in the Citadel that I really must show you… and he let her prattle on about the newest VR game that had taken her fancy until it really was time to get some shut eye

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Boris wavered outside of the club, considering. He would need to sleep soon, he could feel the weight of it tugging at his eyelids, but first...

He made his way to the bus stop, taking the public transportation to Montjuïc hill where the Jardí Botànic de Barcelona was located. The garden was massive, and would take many days to explore thoroughly, but today was a good day to start.

He could feel it, the morning sun warm on his skin, the scent of the earth and vegetation. It was a feeling of peace, contentment that nothing else in his life had ever brought. Following the map on the pamphlet he'd retrieved at the entrance he made his way to the bonsai exhibition. Excitement and awe rising up with each new species. One by one he went through them, studying the shape of each branch, marvelling at the blossoms. And when he returned to his warehouse, settling in on the scaffolding with the old sleeping bag and lumpy pillow he smiled to himself and patted the cred stick that sat at the bottom of his pocket. One step at a time.


 

 
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Grinder received the creds with a smile and noted the contact Elmsley provided. While listening to the team recollect the events of the run, and sharing his own perspective, he couldn't shake the idea the Jornic was here. Tapping his cred stick on the table
while deep in thought Grinder puzzled over why he would be here, and what purpose he had trying to derail the run.

Acknowledging Elmsley's trust in complete strangers Grinder spoke up "Thanks for giving this team a chance, I believe with our combined skills we'll open a few more doors."

With that being said the rigger stood from the table and gave everyone a nod of approval, "It was a simple job and all of you preformed in a professional and predictable manner, I look forward to moving ahead. If you wish to collaborate on this new contact we can meet at this address." Sharing the address of his town house to the team, Grinder straightened his jacket sleeves and exited the club.

Back behind the wheel Grinder took a slow tour through the Gothic Quarters and along the sea wall. Making his way through Sants-Montjuic and finding a route returning him to Les Tres Torres. The drive helped the rigger decompress from the job, but the primary intent was to observe the traffic patterns, identify bottlenecks, and locate escape routes.

Pulling into the drive, with the automatic garage door closing behind him, Grinder slid from the car. Exhausted, he found his way upstairs to the sparsely furnished pad. Tossing his jacket onto the table and loosening his collar, Caber found himself comfortably sinking into a bulky brown sofa chair. His thoughts drifted away from the days events as his heavy eyelids over took.




 

 

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Passeig de Joan de Borbó, Barcelona, Spain

Ángel was relieved that they were on retainer, or the low-paying intro-level jobs they had to do to make a name for themselves wouldn't go very far. And she wasn't quite ready to live in a slum...not yet. After accepting Grinder's information and bidding a weary but relaxed farewell to her companions, who were all drifting off to catch some much-needed shuteye, she made her way back to Hotel 54.

Once she reached her room, she divested herself of most of her gear and switched to a fashionable swimsuit. Not her most risqué outfit, perhaps, but there was nobody in particular she needed to impress. Besides, she would probably fall asleep while sunbathing, and she didn't want to draw too much attention while she was unconscious. Hence, she kept the Predator with her.

Grabbing sunglasses, a sheer coverup, a towel, and a bag with some essentials like a bottle of wine and snacks, she headed to the rooftop terrace. Swinging the roof access door open, she noted that the place was well past its prime, though it seemed decently maintained. Scanning for potential trouble and finding none, she strode over to claim her turf for basking in the bright morning sun.

Between a few sips of wine and the warm Barcelona beach weather, it wasn't long before she'd drifted off.




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With a startling wake up Grinder looked around the room, "Where the drek am I...???" Even talking out loud to himself took the seasoned runner off guard. Collecting himself and slowing his rapid heart beat Grinder acclimated to his surroundings realizing he was in a safe space, and hours past since he dozed off. Focusing more on his empty stomach, and wiping the drool off his chin he rubbed the soreness from his neck. Caber went to changing into some thing a little more casual and prepared himself to engage with the culture, This grey silk shirt, pressed denims, and a sport jacket should do.

"<<<Angel... are you up for a drive? I may need a tour guide...>>>" the rigger grinned at the message, waiting for a reply.


 

 

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Ángel smiled up at the handsome man hovering over her. She could smell the ocean, the sand, his hair. His brown eyes danced, nearly reflecting her own nightingale eyes. She reached up to trace the strong jaw with her forefinger, purring slightly as she shifted on the chaise lounge.

""I love you", but you probably knew that much, at least. It's right up there with "Una cerveza, por favor."Te quiero, Juan Cantoral," she breathed, though it was strange that she would feel the need to say the actor's full name. Surely, having been married for...however long it was, certainly a long time...she would simply call him Juan? No matter...

He simply smiled down at her dipping down just enough to nearly brush her lips, though she arched her back to meet his kiss. She'd imagined such a kiss for so long it almost felt familiar, yet she felt as though they hadn't truly connected. He shook his head, and water droplets fell from the ringlets framing his sculpted face. Odd, since he hadn't worn that hairstyle since his last film, a remake of his grandfather'sabuelo's work, "Rubí". Honestly, a ...she didn't like the film. Nobody did. Let's just leave it at that.pedazo de mierda, but he was so handsome...

"¿Darling, why don't you say anything?Queridam, por qué no lo harás?" she asked, thinking it odd that he hadn't said anything...ever. Perhaps she'd been so enamored with his beauty that she hadn't bothered to pay much attention to his voice. Meh...probably better that he didn't say anything anyway.

Juan looked down, caressing near her head, which was odd. Locking eyes with her, he opened his mouth and said...

Bzzz...Bzzz...

"¿What was that, my love?Lo que mi amor?" she asked. She apparently hadn't heard him.

Bzzz...Bzzz...

"I don't understandNo te entiendo, Señora Espartero," she said, which was odd, since that was the name she'd checked in with. Why would she call Juan...?

Bzzz...Bzzz...


Ángel's eyes flashed open, locking on a very nervous-looking cabana boy holding a tray of empty drinks and pointing hesitantly at her comm. "Sorry to wake you, Señora Espartero, pero your phone is ringing," the boy said, backing away with fearful glances at the pistol still by her side.

Resisting the urge to brutally murder the boy, Ángel thanked him and collected her comm. Her eyes narrowed as she read the message from Grinder, though it was not only a perfectly reasonable request, it also aligned with what she'd hoped to accomplish. Still...how dare he ruin her date?!

Taking a deep breath, and a final sip of what remained of her drink, she collected her thoughts and woke up a bit before responding.

<<<Perfecto. I'm at the Hotel 54 in Passeig de Joan de Borbó, if you want to pick me up in 20 minutes. Gracias.>>> No sense in being rude to a colleague. She'd have to deal with her failed imaginary romance in her own time.

Making sure nothing had been pilfered, she was pleased to note that the residents were either on the up-and-up, or...more likely...canny enough to recognize a professional and not risk any foolishness. Snatching up her belongings, she stalked back down to her room with a vengeance, and god help anybody who stumbled in front of her.




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Barcelona
It's a new day and everyone was able to caught up on some much needed sleep. You have made some local contacts and now have a name of an information broker that might have some of the answers you are looking for. It is not much and definitely not enough for a status update to your Johnson, but it is a start. If there is going to be an assassination in Barcelona, an information broker would definitely be a good bet.

It is midday and the city is alive with the natives going about their daily routines. The stores are open, the streets are busy, and there is an orchestra of city noise that seems to have its own melody of horns honking, birds chirping, and just general chatter of random people talking.

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[Early Afternoon, Tuesday 7th May, 2080; Youth Hostel, University District, Barcelona]

Thanks to the Qi focus tattooed across his stomach Cypher woke quickly fully refreshed, his eyes flicking open as a shaft of sunlight found its way through the filth on the window and the slightly ratty roller blind to play across his chest. Stretching out the kinks caused by the rather lumpy mattress he wondered again at his choice of this down at heel establishment when he arguably had the funds for something nicer.

He shrugged to himself, reminded that he’d chosen the low-profile option because the outside surveillance budget was as about as up to date as the décor in this room.

Flicking on his ‘link he was somewhat startled when the AR display showed him an impeccably dressed white rabbit swinging a pocket watch like a martial arts weapon

> Oh my paws and whiskers, you’re late! it said crossly

Cypher couldn’t help smiling as Summer’s sprite berated him, presumably that meant she had returned from whatever mysterious errand had stopped her answering before he’d crashed. With a sigh he slipped a set of trodes over his temples and settled back onto the bed, wincing at the permanent depression in the mattress that his body slumped into. In VR his avatar appeared as a faceless humanoid form made up of stars and whirling galaxies but out of respect for Summer’s preferred paradigm he swapped it out for a grinning orange cat

> Lead the way then

The sprite did something that generated a silvery looking glass and then it unceremoniously pushed Cypher through it…

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[Early Afternoon, Tuesday 7th May, 2080; Matrix Host Somewhere…]

Cypher’s Cheshire Cat persona stepped out of the rabbit hole he’d fallen down to reach whatever host Summer was waiting for him in. He found himself in an impossible garden that Lewis Carrol would have been proud of. Summer’s Alice persona was kneeling by a small brook that seemed to be flowing up hill. With an involuntary purr Cypher coiled himself around her shoulders (which felt both a bit weird and very right at the same time)…

> Hello sweetheart, I’ve missed you! he purred

> I missed you too Cy! How is it going in Barcelona? her soft voice thrilled him and almost made him wish he could abandon Europe and fly back to her immediately, but the VR experience, particularly through the hot running trodes would do for now…

> It’s ok, warm at least. We’re just feeling out the situation for now, getting to know the locals… we’ve got a lead on an infobroker, goes by Torracollons if you happen to have some time for a spot of digging? Maybe Silk will know of them? I don’t know how far her circles cross with her European counterparts…



 

 
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Boris settled down on the rooftop across from the stretch of buildings that housed Garco Imports. From here he had a perfect view of the alley before him, and, if he turned just so he could see the Tres Xemeneies, the 'Three chimneys,' what was once a thermal power plant several streets down that towered above the roof line.
The afternoon had passed slowly and he'd wondered over to the local fast food, gobbled enough burgers that the kid behind the till was looking a bit green around the gills, and then spent the rest of the day here,
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watching and waiting. The Barcelona sun had been hot when he'd settled into his place, but now it sunk toward the horizon, the air cooling to a much more agreeable temperature.
Now the nearby shops were closed and most of the street pedestrians had left for more exciting places. The time was perfect.

He slipped from his perch, descending the stairs on the fire escape and
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sneaking toward the warehouse he'd been casing. This one was easy, as far as security went. It had camera's, but they were an older model, and the employees had left with a manual key-lock system. Exactly what he was looking for.
The street was empty, his only company the long shadows the buildings cast into the alleys. He tried the side door first, it was out of the way and simple enough to access without putting himself in an exposed position.

Once there, and out of danger of being caught simply for lurking around, he pulled out the lockpick set he'd been gifted by master Yukichi, and went to
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NARROW ROADS OF LES TRES TORRES
The garage door rattled and creaked a bit as it slowly lifted, exposing a hot sunny day for May. Backing out of the cool space the shadows from the Plane trees above danced across the metallic paint. The trees were planted on each side of the street creating a canopy above the narrow road way. The houses in this part of Barcelona looked hundreds of years old, retrofitted into semi-modern two story town houses. Their stone structures were weathered from years exposure to the elements and pollution. When cleaned they would be sandstone in color, but these particular building are streaked with varying degrees of browns and blacks. Even rust stains protrude from metal fixtures.
Pulling out onto the street Grinder found it narrow, some places barely wide enough to fit a single car through. This seems to be what a lot of the alleys and roads are like from what little he has seen of Barcelona so far.
”Maybe it would be a smart idea to trade the old girl in for something smaller, or possibly some street bikes” Squeezing between a group of shrubs and a wrought iron fence branches could be heard rubbing the lower doors.
With the windows rolled down the rubber tread could be heard gripping the irregular cobblestone as Grinder accelerated forward.
Enroute Grinder felt a rumble in his gut, his stomach was demanding a detour.
"Hmm there was a small café not far from here, along C-16 I think?" Grinder questioned himself out loud. The name of the place wasn’t coming to him but he did remember something about real coffee in the window.




A NEW CAFÉ
It was a five block distraction, but it was a good cause.
Maneuvering the car up to the curb amongst the mopeds, bicycles and pedestrians the rigger was greeted by a small café nestled into the corner of a newer, larger grey building. The store front was mostly glass, encased in chunky black metal frames, and above read “5°PINO” in large, orange, block letters.
Grinder felt confident this was a quality eatery, it was mid afternoon and the dozen outdoor tables were three quarters occupied and the interior was a buzz with customers coming and going. With a brief pause approaching the door Grinder tapped out a quick message.
"<<<Angel… Making a quick stop.>>>"

Stepping through the open door the aromas overtook him. Grinder embraced the smells of fresh ground beans, baked goods, and sizzling burgers on the grill. The place was full of chatter and conversation, drown out occasionally by the grinding of coffee or the steamy hisses of the antique espresso machine.
After a short wait, and perusing the pictures on the menus, Grinder grabbed the attention of one of the baristas. Awkwardly making his order by pointing at pictures of a simple looking burger and a cup of coffee, he indicated “two” with his fingers.
The young dwarven barista shifted her curly red locks from her face as she nodded, turning from Grinder she barked a couple incomprehensible orders to a greying hunched troll working the grill. With a salute of his spatula he gave out a grunt, and with expedience slapped two fresh patties on the searing grill.
Grinder tapped the pay terminal with a cred stick as he watched the order was quickly quickly completed. Burgers dropped into separate bags, then a generous amount of thick fresh fries poured loosely on top. With the food waiting on the counter the dwarf approached with two to go cups, shouted sharply towards Grinder and went to taking more orders.
" Dos Café con Leche, Dos Hamburguesa con Queso de Cabra y Mermelade Tomate!"




HOTEL 54
Finding a good shaded spot to park wasn’t too difficult, there was a large group of trees strategically planted in front of the hotel. Hotel 54 looked tidy and well kept, it wasn’t as big as some of the major resorts along the beach front, but it did boast a great view of the marina just across the road.
Grinder waited out front watching the traffic and the boats come and go. Slowly sipping his coffee while he waited for Angel the car filled with the aromas escaping the two paper bags on the passenger seat.
With a quick message Grinder alerted Angel of his arrival. "<<<Out front.>>>"




 

 

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Ángel replied to the message about the pit stop with a simple thumbs-up, though she was anxious to be on their way. At least she didn't have to rush, packing her pistol but leaving the heavier hardware behind, and settling for light makeup and comfortable-but-fashionable clothing. She didn't necessarily anticipate trouble, but they were scouting out an unfamiliar city. It paid to be prepared.

She was getting a bit antsy by the time Grinder showed up out front, making her way down to his vehicle. Getting in, she noticed the two paper bags in the seat before crushing them. "What's this?...oh!" Her question was answered by the aromas that still filled the car and she displaced the bags to make room for herself, being careful not to get any grease on her pants. "Breakfast for two?" she asked with a smile. It wasn't really within her usual diet, but sometimes she liked a good burger, and the smell was promising. "Gracias, my friend. Eat on the way, or find a pretty spot to eat?" There was certainly no shortage of scenic picnic areas, to be sure.

Once breakfast was finished and they had done a little cruising around and exploring, sometimes driving, sometimes parking and doing a little footwork, Ángel began noticing something. "Don't look around," she warned Grinder while looking at other things, "but I keep noticing the same elf nearby wherever we go. I noticed him when we were eating, because I recall thinking how obvious it was that he was a tourist...his shirt still has creases in it from when he bought it. I saw him again at Plaça de Catalunya, then again at the Cathedral. And now I just noticed him again. I haven't caught him watching, exactly, but he always seems to be turning away when I see him." Stopping to examine a display in a shop window, she said, "It may be nothing, or it may just be gathering information on the new players in town. It might even be someone watching out for us." Glancing over at Grinder, she asked, "What do you think? Ignore him, split up to see who he follows, or 'introduce' ourselves?"




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With thoughts of introducing themselves Grinder flashed back to when he was a young boy. His grandfather would approach new comers with confidence and acceptance every time, even if the folks appeared sketchy. A lot of times it was a ploy to get their guard down, hoping they might slip some information that would reveal their true intention. The old bugger truly had a silver tongue.

" I say we invite him for a chat over some churros from that street cart over there." Pointing to the corner of the street where a local was serving his treats to numerous people. " We just want to compare experiences between "tourists" right? " With a mischievous grin Grinder looked Angel in the eye, stood up, and nonchalantly strolled towards the target. Scanning the area for anything suspicious, Grinder hoped Angel was close behind. She was surely better in a fight if things escalated.



 

 
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[Early Afternoon, Tuesday 7th May, 2080; Youth Hostel, University District, Barcelona]

Armed with a the underbelly of Barcelonadossier that Silk had graciously compiled for him Cypher stepped out of the matrix, rubbing his temples where the trodes hadn’t quite been aligned. Silk and Summer had both pointed out that the local organised crime outfits would have the pulse of the city, perhaps even better than the infobroker contact they’d been given (assuming the infobroker was an independent and that wasn’t certain).

Cypher flashed a quick message to Z3R0-D

> Can you do a quick background on this infobroker contact please?

With those wheels in motion Cypher levered himself up and stretched out the kinks, all the while morphing his body into the woman he’d decided would be his face for the next few hours at least…






Shrugging on some comfortable unisex joggers and a sports bra she picked up her jacket and instructed the program to render it in a nice off white with Spinrad logos swirling over the back. Her throwing spikes nestled nicely into the lining and she was good to go.

> Grinder, Angel, if you’re planning on meeting the infobroker I’m in. Where are you now, I’ll come and join you…



 

 

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