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Frank wrote:You got a yes and a yes to shop use from me. If you can pretty much guarantee that my cyber isn't fucked with unless it's an AI, an otaku or some super clever shit, I'll gladly hand you dead presidents.

To be posted on an out the way message board

To: SINSmith
From: BlindTrogs Guidedog

Tails got the message. Need some work done.

Got time in the shedule?

ttfn
Lugositron.

Al wrote:Sure. Shoot me up N-Zo. You're an arrogant bastard, but you know your shit.

Once we're in the bar, relatively secluded, and not drunk enough for Frank or Chopper to lay me out;

Al wrote:This felt like it came close to a huge fuckup guys. Subtlety does not seem to be our friend, and I think we got lucky. Either that or the Yaks have something nasty planned for us in the future. I reckon the former, but I'm not a big gambler when it comes to anything I can't put on a credstick. I know you adrenaline junkies get piss bored when we're doing our Sam Spade thing, and I appreciate that you've saved our asses a few times, but we don't fuck with your chi when you're doing your thing and the polite thing to do would be not to fuck with ours.

I'll raise my glass.

Al wrote:That said, we batted this one out of the park at the end of the day, and every fucker we'll be working for will be results driven, take it from me. Good work everyone.

After which, I'll get some drinks in, take any criticisms to come my way, and enjoy myself.

I was working out the karma properly, but everyone was getting within a point or two of 20 anyway, so to save time: Everyone gets 20 karma. Rejoice!

I'll put together a debrief tomorrow. As most of what has happened this run is pretty self contained, it will include a "what the hell was really going on?" section, which you may find interesting.

I believe Petes run is going to start in the next few days. Im all ready to go with my next one as well, once I have downtimes for you all, so I'm probably going to start it roughly the same time.

Frank roars in anger and picks up Al so his boots are a good couple of feet from the floor.

Frank wrote:The fucking cheek!!

Then he smiles and puts him down and gestures for a waitress to fetch another round.

Frank wrote:You're right and it's better we sort this shit out between jobs.

It's good you've got the balls to speak out, sometimes I've worked with guys who are all mouth and no trousers, can't fuckin' stand them. We did behave like kiddies on cram and we did fuck up the meeting, so sorry 'bout that. Next time I'll keep my mouth shut or stay outside. I suggest we leave that gobshite outside though, unless you want to piss people off on purpose.

Gotta admit it was boring though, sitting in those shit chairs with all those slaves about! And that tea tasted fucking terrible, mine still had leaves in it.

Franks points a stubby digit at Chopper as he says gobshite. (In case you didn't guess that

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N-zo, if it will make my shit more secure, have at it. I hate those things, it's a shame we have to have them in the first place if you ask me.

As for the yaks I think we did alright. No one lost any limbs or extremities so they can't be all that angry with us.

But enough about that shit. MORE BEER!!

N-zo wrote:But if we didn't have them Leland, I couldn't do this...

N'zo snaps his fingers, and Gary Numans 'Cars' starts blaring from Franks Com...

Jon wrote:Yeah so I got a bit bored, but I'm a racing driver, not a cabbie. And N-Zo, please turn that off as I might feel the need to pull this sword out and cut your arms off

Jon winks at N-Zo

Jon wrote:I'm all in favour of more secure comms, take what you need from my pay, secure is all good

Jon raises his glass

Jon wrote:Cheers gents, here's hoping we see a bit more action next time

Chopper leans back in his seat and finishes off his beer. He shouts over to the waitress:

Chopper wrote:Hey beer wench! Can we get some more refreshments over here, sugar?

Fuck it, Al is right. Doesn't necessarily mean I'll do what he says, but but I'm sort of willing to give it a go. Just keep me out of the talky stuff - to much sissy footing around the topic for my liking. Why don't people just say what they want?

Similarly I admit that my forte is breaking and entering and hitting things. You fuckers can do the planning, but for Christ's sake take some decisive actions now and again - we'd have died of old age if we'd hung around outside that building any longer. Deal?

Anyway, mad props to Leland for saving ass back there - I owe you a beer. I won't promise to stop calling you a poncy mage though. However, you can do another favour for me - check out this little fucker that was in the box the Japanese gave me. Any mystic aural funk coming off it?

Beer! God damn it where is the beer?!

Chopper discretely passes Leland his present, wrapped up in a beer stained paper napkin.

Well N-Zo, you can have the comms, I'll stick with auras and spirits and all that shit. I guess we'll have to keep working together.

*in sperethiel*: Cheers and drink up!

Frank wrote:What he said, except none of that piss weak beer! Bring me a bottle of vodka and some hurlg made from a good animal!

N-zo opens the small box, upends it and a small datachip halls into his hand.

He slots it into his Com, and his jaw drops.

N-zo wrote:Drek! This is better than any bonus, these things are bloody hard to code and get out

He starts tapping away at what you guess is his AR display

N-zo wrote:This should help out a lot on any future work I do, Kitsune has sourcedme quite a nice Agent prog to run along side my efforts.

What did you guys get then? As long as it's Christmas, show the goods

Al wrote:I got a blind date with a rather useful Yakuza contact.

Nikolai fishes in his pocket for a datastick and presents it, holding it up for the others to see.

Nikolai wrote:Two targeting autosofts. Lenin and Stalin will be getting shooting-brains of their own. Not too bad.

I don't want to interrupt the rather lovely post-action RPing, but I'm aiming to start the next run Saturday, so I need all your downtimes by Friday night. If you don't get it in, I shall presume your character is sat in his bedroom wanking for a week.

Now that's done, carry on!

I have a spell of some kind, not sure what it is, these damn things take a while to figure out. Maybe it makes scotch?

Oh, and for those of you that need to know such things for the purposes of downtime, the next run will be happening a week after this one ends, in game terms. You have a full 7 days to do your extended tests and suchlike.

I now has 4 new spells!

The spell I was given was Sterilize, which means if we leave Biological traces, I can essentially erase any forensic link to us, among other similar things I also bought Stabilize, so I can stop you from buying the farm. I also bought Punch and Blast (touch and area of attack) which are Indirect combat spells as the new Drain rules in the 20th Ed. book mean that Direct spells cause lots of drain.

Very much so on the drain. Anyone who is running a mage would do well to get a copy (there's link in the waugh) and read up on the changes or risk snotting their brains out.

Frank wrote:I got a name and number. Dunno who or why. I'm hoping he's some sort of crazed inventor of fucking huge guns, that would be sweet.

Frank downs the bottle of vodka and the hurlg. Looking almost instantly messier as a result. You can tell this because he looks round amongst the glasses for a place to put the bottles down, but then just smashes them on his head and carries on talking.

Frank wrote:So, we moving on yet? I know a great place in the underground, it's got tits and roasted meat in bbq sauce, all animals! There's only a small chance things will kick off too, cos the guys on the door are possibly dinosaurs.

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