On the Verge - Meeting the Crimson Crush

Gunslinger walks down the street rain pouring off his hat which after a few storms he learned the necessity of protecting his clothes from the acid rains which predominates this part of Seattle. As he is walking down the street in his normal gasing hard at everythign infront of him, the beggar on the side which Gunslinger had dissmised quickly as not a threat spoke up and asked him

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"Cred for an old man? Cred for an old begger?"

gunslinger stopped and looked down at the beggar no emotions showing on his face he pulled out a credstik with a few nuyen on it, he didn't even bother to check exactly how much he was giving the man nor did he really care, anyone who spoke to him without showing any fear was worth giving some of his time to. as he spent a few minutes with the beggar exchanging very few words and not much of a conversation Gunslinger moved on towards the meet. as he approached the shady troll dealer tried to pawn his wares off on him

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"Free samples, omae. A new system, pop the pill and the brain-bug, instructions for more are at the e..."

You talk to much gunslinger inter-ups the dealers schpiel with his throaty, harsh voice and continues on his way brushing past the troll ((ooc: if the troll tries anything physically with him, Gunslinger with pull out a weapon and ready a shot on the troll.)) As he moves away from the two and approaches an intersection as a cabby screeches to a halt in front of him. Gunslinger glares down at the cabbyYea, ill take one and you got any Cigars? ill play extra if you do

As he steps out of the Cab he glances at the line then skipping the entire thing saunters straight up to the bouncer while watching the entire scene play out before him the only visible part of his body being his eyes with everything else covered up by his hat and the breather he shows no emotion or anything at the nartaki getting tazed. His attention is brought back to the bouncer as the question is asked, Gunslinger casually looks up and back to the bouncer yea, i'm here for the meet

When the bum ask for some cred, Azrael looks at him, and at the sandwich in his hand, "Chummer, I'm broke, but take this instead" Azrael then hands the man his sandwich. "Sorry I can't do more for ya." He heads a bit closer to where he keeps his bike, coming across the troll and his companion, Az sneers at the troll, "Frag off before I turn you and your poison into so much ash." After the Cabbie pulls up, he leans over and smiles, "No need, but I'll float you fifty to soak the troll when you pull off." He pays the cabbie and gets to his bike, climbing on and starting it up, heading for the club.

When he arrives at the club, he parks the bike, and heads for the door. When the narataki gets leveled, Azrael laughs and smiles to the orc. "Yeah, Sambo called me. Tell him his big brother's here."

Jaeger crouches next to a small fire in an empty apartment on the corner of the 7th floor of what used to be a luxury condoplex. If the windows hadn’t blow out years ago, it surely would be teaming with at least five families of squatters right now. But Jaeger is alone and in one of the few dry spots that hasn't been drenched by the whipping rain. He’s looking out at the Barrens when his comm vibrates.

>>>>>>[Be at Chrome Club in 2 hours. They should be expecting you. You are doing important work, Jaeger.]<<<<<<
-- Greegree

Jaeger is making his way through the back alleys of Redmond when he hears a cough to his right. He turns and a beggar man asks for some charity. Jaeger pauses, then hands the pathetic creature the last of his devil rat jerky. There goes dinner, Jaeger thought. But as Greegree always taught, help the helpless whenever possible. Except for fragging elves of course, because those conniving dandelion eaters can slot themselves six ways from Sunday.

And as if his thoughts had conjured one up, Jaeger rounds the corner and sees a keeb slitch hanging off the arm of a troll. His meta-brother speaks, but Jaeger doesn’t hear the words, because his thoughts are filled with the revolting image of the troll fragging that skinny, pointy-eared filth. Jaeger doesn’t care what this race-traitor is peddling, and ignores the troll when he flashes a small bag.

Jaeger grunts with scarcely concealed pleasure when a taxi soaks the elf in gutter water. The driver offers Jaeger a ride, but he grunts again and shakes his head no. Jaeger prefers to walk.

About two blocks away from Chrome Club, Jaeger finds an abandoned office building and pops the padlock off an alleyway door with his chisel. He conceals his longbow, claymore, shield, and pack amidst some debris in what used to be a cubicle where a wage-slave earned his creds before the Crash.

With his gear secured, Jaeger sets out for the club. He spots the line of patrons and begins to ogle their chrome like a teenage boy who’s found his father’s Ares Arms catalogue. After fully indulging his cyber-lust, Jaeger heads for the door and reaches it just in time to see the bouncer drop a blue-skinned spider man. The ork turns to Jaeger and barks, "So you here for a job or what?" Jaeger responds in Or’zet (2) “No ‘job’. Greegree sends me to help my brothers and sisters in their struggle.”

The bum gives Gunslinger a knowing nod. "Yes, aren't you the solemn one. Perhaps you need to cheer up a little." He pulls a small red balloon on a string out of the bottom of the front of his coat, revealing his figure to be actually quite gaunt. He then covers the balloon with his hands, and then opens his hands, revealing a small folded box made of glossy red paper. He then slaps the box between his hands, and it is now a red business card. "A business card for a business man." When Gunslinger looks at it, he sees that nothing is written on it. "Don't worry about the credentials, child. They will become apparent when they are needed." He then slides down on his side and goes to sleep.
When he brushes against the troll, he "brushes" back, planting his shoulder into Gunslinger. However, he suddenly finds himself off balance when Gunslinger sidesteps away from him. The troll falls roughly on his palms, and when he turns around to look at his aggressor, he finds himself staring down a barrel full of steel. His escort falls on her own ass, laughing hysterically. "Jeezes, Grinner, you's fell on you's, uh, face! Pffft!" "Sh-shut up, Mandy! Look, bro, I don't have beef wif you. I just, um, tripped is all. You know how it is when it rains, it gets all slippery!" The girl named Mandy lays down and wriggles herself around in puddle. "Slip-ree, slip-ree, slip-a-ree!" Gunslinger holsters his gun and turns away from the thug without saying a word. While the cab soaks Grinner and Mandy, he manages to avoid the wave.
The cabby winks at Gunslinger. "A business man, ay? Straight shooter. I like that. Yeah, I got a couple cigars. Imported from the Azzies, if you'd believe it!" You have earned a C1/L1 contact.
The bouncer nods and says, "Right to the point, eh, chummer? We're waiting on a couple more of your co-workers. Looks like they're approaching now..."

When Azrael gives the bum his sandwich, the homeless man chuckles. "Well, wouldn't you know it. I'm broke too! Heeheehee!" He takes the sandwich with his left hand and slides it into his right sleeve. He then uses his right hand to pull a small jade turtle from his left sleeve. "If you listen closely, it talks to you! Sometimes. It's not completely reliable." He stifles a chortle before tossing the object at Azrael and immediately runs off on all fours. He calls over his shoulder, "The password is Zip-a-dee-doo-dah!"
When he threatens the (slightly damp) troll, he gives him a look that says, "You'll regret those words", but he seems unwilling to do anything about it.
The cabby glances at the dealer after he hears Azrael's request. "I like dee way you tink, omae. Deal a deal, mon. An hee's my commcode if ya eva need da ride." He peels off, splashing the sketchy duo. As Azrael walks away, he hears a line of expletives from the guy and merry laughter from the girl, followed by the troll growling, "Shut up, Mandy!" You have earned a C1/L1 contact.
The bouncer laughs at Azrael. "HA! You're Sambo's big brother, eh? He told us you were a smoothie but, man, you smoother than smooth. We've got one more on the way. I think I can see the knuckle-dragger now..."

The hobo takes the jerky away from Jaeger and greedily stuffs it in his mouth. He suddenly starts to cough violently, and abruptly coughs up a fortune cookie, still in its wrapper. "Hmm. I was saving that for later. Oh well, you take it." He tosses it at Jaeger and begins coughing again. He then coughs up a live devil rat! It promptly scuttles off, and the derelict runs after it shouting, "Come back, Jonesy! It's too cold outside!"
The dealer sighs when Jaeger refuses his offer. Jaeger thinks he hears him mumble something along the lines of "Not my day."
The cabby shouts to the sky with anger. "Who een the hell wants to walk een weather like this?" He then rumbles something in some foreign language before accelerating away. When the troll is splashed once again, he starts shaking and shouts out, "Son of a SLITCH!" He storms off, pulling the elf along with him. "I think I wet myself, Grinner. I feel all soggy." Even though Jaeger has walked several meters away, he can still hear the trog's response. "SHUT UP, MANDY!"
The bouncer responds to Jaeger in Or'zet. "Skraa, cerri," (Hello, friend.) "Good to know we have 'one with knowledge of our throats' (Jaeger is unsure of the phrase, but he thinks it translates to "An Or'zet speaker") with us." Jaeger has earned a +1 social modifier during the interview.

The bouncer unhooks the red rope barrier, the patrons don't protest. After the ordeal with the Nartaki, they probably plan to stay in line. He nods and says, "Alright, looks like the gang's all here. Brandy will show you to the dome." Before explaining what the "dome" is, he gestures to a beautiful woman leaning against the doorframe. She looks remarkably like the girl who was with the drug dealer earlier. Before you can task her about it, she is walking into the club. She calls over her shoulder in a sensuous voice, "Watch for the lights on the floor - they'll lead you more easily than my ass. Keep your eyes peeled; they're easy to miss. The lights, that is."
As you to step in to the club, your senses are bombarded. You find it difficult to find your way, at first, but as your eyes adjust to the flashing strobe lights, you see Brandy wiggling her finger at you in a "come hither" motion before turning around and walking through the dancing crowd. The bass line threatens to stop your heart, and your nostrils are filled with the stench of sweaty bodies and automotive oil. Suddenly Brandy appears next to you. "Smell buggin' ya? It's the smell of thousands of gyrating cyberlimb systems. Plus the wet meat connecting it. Most of the patrons got simsense overrides for it, but you guys don't seem so lucky." A flash of a strobe, and she was in front of you again, leading the way once more.
You finally reach your destination: A steel door in the back of the club. Brandy places her hand on the door, and, after a moment, it swings away, revealing a small chamber. You all step inside, and Brandy shuts the door behind her. The cacophony immediately extinguishes. "Sound-proofed, dontcha know. The dome likes things quite; says the music bounces around in his skull. Weird fella, but he gets the job done." She steps past the group and opens another door on the other side of the chamber. "Network's killed, too. The dome's all kinds of paranoid. There's a ward here, too, so squash 'em if you got 'em." The open door shows you a white-walled hallway that leads to a single door. "That one belongs to the dome. Catch you later, boys." She turns and walks away, but before leaving, she glances backwards to see if you were watching her go. She closes the door behind her, and you hear a hissing noise. It sounds like you've been sealed inside.

The hallway goes on for quite a few meters. You have a chance to converse a little before you get to the door.

While they follow "Brandy"(like anyone is stupid enough to use their real name in this biz) Azrael examines the item the bum gave him[6d6.hits(5) → [2,5,1,4,6,6] = (3) three hits on Assenssing], "Brandy"(yep, that is suspiciously like the hoop on the druggie with the troll)[6d6.hits(5) → [1,4,4,1,2,6] = (1) one hit], then Gunslinger[6d6.hits(5) → [5,4,3,5,5,3] = (3) three hits again], and finally Jaegger[6d6.hits(5) → [5,1,3,4,4,6] = (2) only two hits on the troll]. After he watches her go, he looks over the rest of the crew gathered again before they start walking, "So, three magically inclined people, and one's a magician. I'm beginning to wonder what the job is." He glances back to the door "Brandy" left through, "As well as what Dome's game is."

Gunslinger nods at the bouncer then glances at the elf, no expression on his face but he chomps down on the cigar he got from the cabby and lights it while following into the club. the sound and smell hit him hard but he doesn't show any sign of it affecting him, He glances again at brandy as she appears besides them again and comments about the smell. after pushing through the crowd and into the chamber, he notes the lack of sound and brandy's astute ability to point out the obvious though he refrains from commenting on it, the social aspect has never been his strong point, more blunt and to the point not wanting to deal with the roundabout ways. He never was able to pick up on that to well but he could work with it if absolutely necessary, he preferred to still find out about his past than anything else, and this job might point him in some direction of who he was prior to two years ago when he woke up on the streets of the barons.

As brandy turned and walked away he pivoted to one side to prevent anyone from getting behind him leaving a wall at his back, also so he could catch a better look at her as she left. He didn't pursue the matter as it meant little to him if she was the same elf or not or perhaps a sister was more likely. once the door closed and hissed as it sealed shut he went on edge within the split second after he flung his coat back and drew his pistol while readying another. he backed off from the group to put some distance in while keeping his back covered by the wall I don't like being set up he makes that one statement in his harsh deep raspy voice as he lowers his weapon at the closest person and ready to draw the other pistol if someone else just as much as flinched. why did you set me up when i was here to do a job for you that you asked for me for? he didn't so much as as a question as demand

Intimidation 1 hit

"Chill, omae. No set-up, but I think it might have been a test. Now, kindly put the hardware away, so we can go and meet the Johnson. Just because the wireless is disabled doesn't mean there aren't cameras. And just because a chummer's got the office warded doesn't mean there aren't watchers outside it."

How I end up here?, Jaeger pondered as he stood in the middle of a hospital-white corridor watching a human try to talk a wacked-out elf off the proverbial ledge. Just a few moments earlier, Jaeger had been walking through a chrome heaven, scoping out the parade of garish cyberware like a pervert at a peep show. He was being led by an unusually attractive woman who was the spitting image of that elf he had seen earlier in the night . . . “Mandy” the troll called her. He kept trying to get a closer look at “Brandy”, but the scene was overwhelming and he kept losing her in the crowd. Finally, “Brandy” led Jaeger, the elf and the human into a small, sound-proof chamber, and he used that instant of quiet to get a careful look at the seductive smoothy (4).

Then the situation suddenly went to drek, as things usually do when elves are involved. The mental case with the guns was fast on the draw, but Jaeger knew instantly that he was faster and dismissed any physical threat. The bigger concern to Jaeger was that he would be associated with this unstable moron. Seeing that the human has the premature pistolero under control, Jaeger gives the human a knowing roll of the eyes and begins walking down the hall towards the door that belongs to the dome.

Azrael opens his third eye to examine the astral forms.

Spoiler:

Jaeger gets an eyeful of the disgusting pointy-eared wench. He notices subtle details about her person; her jewelry, her hairstyle, and her blameless alabaster skin. Make a Memory (LOG+WIL) (2) test to remember details about Mandy.

As soon as Jaeger begins walking down the corridor, Gunslinger draws his other pistol and aims it between the troll's shoulder blades. He warned him, "Do not take another step." Suddenly, a voice came from nowhere and everywhere. It was reminiscent of a surfing teenager, like the ones depicted in Karl Kombatmage and the Honolulu Heist. "Hold on, dudes. Let's all chill out. Before you can meet the dome, ya gotta be sterilized. Squeaky clean, brah, squeaky clean. I'm just running a UV slide for the dome; can't have any bacteria in there. Take a deep breath and cover your coconuts!" Speakers seem to be providing sound for the narrator. You hear a crackling noise come through the speakers, almost like laughter. "Just kidding, dudes. These rays aren't much gnarlier than good surfing weather. We're all really stockaboka about you coming, so we wouldn't want to make you aqua boot already. And hey, "Mr. Guns-a-Blazin'" - don't be such a hodad. We don't make you check them at the door, but that doesn't mean this place is some old western saloon. The dudes didn't pull out a couple of bad aces or anything." A few seconds pass before the voice returns to the speakers. You may have a quick chat or take a quick action before the voice returns, but I'm going to forge ahead. "Yeah, bros, everything's way radical now. That troll needed a couple extra passes, but you're ready to see the dome."

The door at the end of the hallway opens with a hiss. It's dark at first, but lights slowly brighten up to reveal an interesting sight.

The room was 5 meters wide and 3 meters deep. The walls were lined with trideo screens that currently displayed an image of a beautiful beach scene. If you were to take a sniff, you could smell the salty foam of the sea. A small hemispherical table slowly ejected from the back wall while brushed steel stools slowly raised from trapdoors in the floor, in time with the lights. Most of these details probably went unnoticed, however. The overriding detail that most likely consumed the viewer's attention was the cybernetic skull that emerged from the back wall. Wires and tubes connected the head to the wall, and the shoulder blades were the last part of the "body" visible before it melded with the wall. The facial features were androgynous; the construction did not reveal any gender. It could have been mistook for an elaborate piece of decoration had it not blinked in the brighter lights and craned its neck to see its guests. Once the furniture had fully extended, a holo projector rose out of the desk. It projected a holovid of a surfer riding through a tube, the wave and its surrounding water . The surfer performed an impressive spin out of the tube's end, and miraculously landed on a beach. The sand covered the table, making a virtual diorama. The surfers proportions increased, allowing his facial features to be easily viewed. He was a very handsome young man, probably in his mid-twenties. The resolution of the image was incredible, almost lifelike. The holovid spoke up with the same voice as the narrator in the hallway.

"Welcome to the abode of-" He was interrupted by the cybernetic skull. At first it sounded like gears grinding and pistons pounding, but somehow words arose from the cacophony. "I don't need you to introduce me, Wade." Then it coughed a little, a small puff of black smoke erupting from its mouth. A small drone came out of a hidden trap door in the wall, and crawled along the wall to the head. It poked some machinery around in the skull's mouth. It returned to its hole, and the skull made a harrumphing noise before speaking again.
"My name is Chrome Dome. I run the Chrome Club, and I am a lieutenant for the Crimson Crush." Its voice has softened now, as if its jaw had been lubricated by the drone. Its voice had an emotive quality. It created an image with the sound in your head, silk gloved hands running fingers down a sports car, ratchets tightening bolts in a jet engine, a cylinder spinning in a chrome-finished revolver. "I may be cooped up in here most of the time, but I know this 'hood like the back of my..." It paused for a moment, its eyebrows lowering at the far corners in an expression of melancholy. "That is to say, I know the Verge better than everyone. I collect a lot of information, you see. From many people. I have created a network here. Did you know, for example, that there is a war going on?" Its lip curled up in the left corner to form a grin. "Of course you have. That's why you've been hired. Didn't you know that? Wade, show them." The surfer became a smaller figure, and stepped to a corner of the table. The sand sunk in the middle, and was filled with a black liquid. Different regions turned to shades of color, greens and yellows and reds. "This is the Verge. Red areas are danger zones, yellow are warning areas, and greens are the safer, untouched places. The places where our invaders do not think are...profitable." It spat the last word out like a revving engine. "The First Nations, all right? They've got their turf, dammit. They do smuggling in Everett! My informants are baffled, and I have been caught off guard. I'm the first line of intel, and I still can't figure out why they would want to extend their influence into the Verge. But you guys don't really care about politics, do you? You're soldiers, you do what your told. And then you get payed." The entity gave the surfer a look, and he returned the scene to the idyllic beach vignette. Chrome Dome then looked at each member of the group in turn. "The Eff En, they got magic, you see. Shamans and summoners and adepts and bulldrek. What do we have? Muscle and hardware. That's why we brought you guys in. You're going to be our magical support. Now, I've got my street smarts, but I don't know a hell of a lot about the manaplanes and all that drek. My sources tell me you do good work; now, get acquainted with each other, and describe to me what it is that you do best."

[5d6.hits(5) → [6,5,4,4,5] = (3) massively awesome roll for the tiny pool to ID the turtle.]

Azrael looks Chrome Dome up and down for a moment, "I trust you're getting more than a spellsplinger to help out? I can put a hurting on a spirit, but I'm not so hot at summoning them up. Something about a wasted youth, and a mother who thinks all magic is Satanic." He looks the other two over for a moment. "Because if I'm the most powerful ya got, then we'd best hope they aren't coming too hard. Unless you've got a chummer who knows how to handle spirits, I'm not real happy tryin' to do that unless you just want the fragging thing locked down."

Having studying “Brandy” closely, Jaeger concentrates on trying to remember every detail he can about the other one he saw earlier in the evening, and is able to come up with a fairly vivid mental image. (5)

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So far, this quest was not turning out at all like Jaeger imagined it would, but he trusted that Greegree would not lead him astray. Once the human finishes talking about magic and spirits, Jaeger takes a slight step forward and nods his head to Chrome Dome. “Scout here, with good eyes and a strong bow. I also good fighting up close with sword and shield.”

Hearing the voice come over the speaker's Gunslinger holsters his weapon and flips his coat back over the holsters re-concealing them. he quietly walks behind the two individuals and once they walk into the room with Chrome Dome Gunslinger steps off to the side and leans back against the wall, tilting his hat down to conceal his eyes he adopts a "relaxed" stance yet still ready to spring to action. he pulls out the card the bum gave him and scrutinized it before putting it back in his pocket. Perception 2 hits when Chrome Dome asked for them to introduce themselves he replied back in his heavy and raspy voice I Fail to see the need to reintroduce myself. Its clear what i'm good at he crossed his arms and shifts his position against the wall a bit to reveal one of the pistols strapped to his side.

He looks over the others, "And now that we know what we're good at, my handle's Azrael. I'm also thinking that when we were hired, our friend here put the word out to the Crush that he needed people that could be trusted and could handle magic. Trusted, so that we'd do the job without screwing them. Magical so that we can counter what the First Nations usually brings to the field, without having to put yourselves in hock to the Mob. You don't need soldiers, chummer. You've got those in plenty. Soldiers get paid no matter what. You need shadowrunners, because they get paid to win, and get paid more to exceed your orders. But you don't have the budget for the best crews, and that's what you need because they won't hose you to make extra cred on the side. So you've got a group that don't know each other, but are known to your people, and on that basis can be trusted." He looks the other two over for a moment. "So what you've got is a team that can either go headhunting the other side's summoners, or hold a spot against their best. Since you talked to Sambo, you know that I'm not gonna shine you to make myself look better. I'll give you the straight deal, and tell you what you need to know, and if I take your cred, I'm your man, so long as you deal clean. But I think we all need to hear the deal, so we can talk price."

Azrael can't find anything dangerous about the object, and can't link it to any threats that he knows about. It seems totally benign, at this point, but he may hypothesize that the object may be an anchor point for a quickened point, in accordance with the message written on it. As for the trigger or the spell's function, he has no idea. He notes that even though he can't see the spell's astral form, it doesn't mean it's not there - he knows that there are methods of masking a spell's astral light.
Jaeger recalls a vivid image of the troll's companion Mandy. She had shoulder-length blonde hair, a lip and bellybutton piercing, and her skin was riddled with blemishes, located in spots likely to be used to inject drugs. He realizes that Brandy had flowing black hair that fell past her shoulder blades, earrings but no lip piercings, and her skin showed no signs of injected drug abuse.
When Gunslinger observed the business card, he could not see any writing on it. He noted that when he bent the card, it snapped back to its original flat shape without leaving a crease. It is made from a firm card stock, something even more rare than the cheap printed paper used to back up important files.

Chrome Dome indulged himself a wheezing laugh. It sounded like a fragmented digital accordion recording. "Indeed, I shall give you the straight deal. It is a rare indulgence for me to operate this way. I'll admit that most of my dealings are significantly more...anonymous. I don't let many people back here, capiche. My agent usually handles the interviews." The surfer projection, now reclining in a hammock strung between two coconut trees, lifts a pair of sunglasses up to his forehead and winks before returning to his superficial slumber. "That being said, this situation requires some urgency. It is unfortunate that we could only muster up a few recruits, but you all seem to be pretty capable. My informants have been sweeping the streets, right, and word is that the Eff En have their eyes on our Bloodhall. Riptide, pull up the image." "Sure thing, boss-man."



"It ain't much, but it's our strongest fortress. We took an old abandoned corp warehouse and retrofitted it to hold our stuff. You know, weapons, drugs, crates of BTLs, and the occasional kidnapped corp kid. You need to watch your pockets out here, right? We've got the physical security covered, and we've hired a couple street witches to put up some, watcha call 'em, wards or whatever, and they've stuck some spirits in there for good measure. We haven't had much trouble with the wizgangs out there, 'cause a bullet will stop a mage just like anybody else, sometimes even more easily if they're those 'I need a robe to feel magical' types. But the Nations are more determined, it seems. That's where you come in. Don't worry, we've got some muscle to back you guys up, but that doesn't mean you won't be seeing any firefights. We need you to be ready to defend the Bloodhall if and when the First Nations come. Yes, we can't be sure that they will be there, or when, but my sources are reliable. I don't trust anything short of these guy's caliber. They estimate that the First Nations will be making their move in less than three weeks. I want you ready in two. I'll give you each 1,500 new ones up front, a patrolling and, heh, interior design paycheck. If those fraggers show up, I'll give you an extra 3,500. If you manage to repel them without too much damage to the goods inside, you'll get yourselves a Christmas bonus, eh? Another 15 hundred. In addition, I'll give you a 5,000 'remodeling' budget to make the place more defensible, as you see fit. One more thing-" The Dome turns to his right, where a small four-legged drone comes out of a hidden portal in the wall. It steps on the desk, momentarily disrupting the projection. The agent pulls out a futuristic-yet-cheesy looking ray gun and pops a few green bolts off at its intruder. The drone makes a disgruntled beeping noise, and the agent frowns and holsters his weapon. "Not everyday a giant robot steps on your beach. There goes my bid for heroism." A compartment on the drones back pops open, and it uses one of its legs to pull out a stack of datachips and credsticks. It sets them one-by-one in three piles at the front of the table before backing away to the wall next to Chrome Dome. "Here's your up-front payment, and something extra. With such a small group, I need to make sure your the best of the best. These are some state-of-the-art tutorsofts - you can learn a new skill faster with these hotshots than you can with the older models. There's a drawback, though - we sort of, uh, 'acquired' these from some people with specific areas of expertise. So, you'll be better in a specific field, but you won't be better than somebody who learned the same skill from an older model of the tutorsoft."

Advanced Tutorsofts are similar to standard tutorsofts in that they add Instruction dice to your skill learning test. In addition, they lower the interval of the test to 3 days and teach a specialization at no additional karma cost. They are very expensive and difficult to come by. They are usually reserved for employees who need to use a skill with more reliability than that offered by a skillsoft, or for those particularly sensitive wage mages who don't want to implant wires in their spines for fear of disrupting their chi.
Azrael has received an R5 Hardware (Security Systems) Advanced Tutorsoft.
Jaeger has received an R5 Pilot Aircraft (Remote Operation) Advanced Tutorsoft.
Gunslinger has received an R5 Intimidation (Interrogation) Tutorsoft.
You have all earned 4 Karma and 1,500 nuyen. Learning a new skill costs 4 karma. If you wish to use it to learn these skills, you will have to make an Intuition (2, 3 days) test, with an additional dice pool modifier of +10 thanks to the tutorsofts.

"The cops who were planning to use these won't be needing them anymore. We got some more swag from those guys if you need it - I've set aside a crate of it at the Bloodhall. Does the deal sound square to you, chummers?"

Gunslinger having never been the one for negotiations didn't even bother with trying to raise the price up. Not to mention that he had not had much experience in this field before. Maybe he did previously in his life but that was then and this was now. and Now showed alot more cred in front of him than he had seen in awhile. he moved from the wall and started to walk over to grab the tutorsoft and credstick. (but not walking so fast that someone couldnt negotiate a higher price)

Jaeger nods his head to Chrome Dome and scoops up his pile of creds. “You are generous. I will earn this.”

"It's appreciated, but if you want me to better counter the shamans of the First Nations, there's one thing that it might be better for both of us if I found." Az smiled, and continued, "I need to find a wu jen to teach me more.[6d6.hits(5) → [5,5,4,3,1,6] = (3) three hits on Negotiation] Now, your assistance in this could be included in my price, or it could be considered a matter of both of us simply wanting to win."

Gunslinger reached the table and scooped up his portion of the pay then walked back to the side of the room he had been leaning against. As he listened to the goings on taking note of everything said but not piping in, as that wasn't his style nor did he have that way with words and dealing with people he preferred his silence to talking and actions to everything else. and above all he also knew his curt and direct speach tended to offend people an make deals go sour quickly so it was better of for him to remain quiet.

Once all the talking and initial planing was taken care of here, he stepped out the assigned door and made his way towards the outpost they were instructed to beat.