Chance at the Majors IC

Teckster:
It takes Teckster a few moments to shut the drone down. He makes sure not to be in the drone's node when he does it though.

Time 12:50

"I'm no expert, but could it be some smaller drone rode that one on the roof and is sneaking into the pavillon right now?" Siona asked, pondering the why and what. She was still keeping an eye out on her side of the pavillon, with her lower arms hidden and a hood over her head.

Killer cat Pavilion NE Corner:

Smoken D's senses had returned So KC holstered her Pistol And started to move along the north wall patrol style when Siona pipped up on the COM...

Darkon wrote:

"I'm no expert, but could it be some smaller drone rode that one on the roof and is sneaking into the pavillon right now?"

It was entirely possible that the Agency was using the Drones to keep watch on her performance with the team, and they most likely were... At least that was one way of looking at it... But she did not say anything... She let the thought Pass they would probably use simpler less noticeable Methods anyway...

Moving down the north wall she could not help but think, she would most likely never see this Unit, her first mission squad, the Team that named her Killer Cat, and she would keep that name at least unless her conditioning was increased then she would not even care that she got her first kill this day, with this group... But she did...

Nodding, he's pleased with Raén's question. Smart girl. I had that thought too Raén, it is entirely possible. It's partly why I took a closer look. I might have missed something but I doubt it. Besides without a signal or relay or a hardline the drone should not be able to broadcast out once got inside.
With a sigh he stretches a kink out of his back and looks over the park through his drones and eyes, still looking for anything odd. The job was winding down but he wasn't about to slack off yet, even if other puzzles were tickling his frontal lobes. Through his drone feeds he watches KC walk away. So who likes Japanese food? I know a small place about ten blocks from here with excellent sushi and ramen at least. First rounds on me.

KC N. Wall Pavilion:

Thought about the offer and then thought about her Cover Angelo would most likely call for her when the mission was up... But there was no reason She could not at least try to eat something. She had never had sushi before she wondered what it tasted like. She was aware of what it was and how to eat it but never had she had some... Angelo was partial to Italian Food and other things... He wondered if he would approve of her hobnobbing with the others she decided to test the waters of her freedom even if it meant a higher level of conditioning... The experience was something she could try and keep...

"Sure sounds umm well i got work, and all but what the hell, I could probably steal another twenty count for Real food..."

Siona shrugged, although the others couldn't see that in the group chat. "It was just an idea. Sushi sounds good, count me in. Will there be drinks?" She smirked mischiveously, which the others couldn't see as well.

The minutes oozed away as their appointment approached its close. All seemed calm. Well, as calm as Seattle could be. And of course there till were the crowd, the playing kids and couples fawning over each other.

One of the kids ran past her, stopped, came back and looked her up and down. The boy couldn't be more than seven or eight years old. A bit shy he said: "Lady, you're pretty." Of course I am. She thought by herself. But she smiled anyway, who took that moment to draw a water gun and soak the elf girl, only to run away laughing.

"Stupid little human boy filthy child of filthy parents I should do the world a favor and fry you on the spot I will show you what a real weapon is you insolent brat with your stupid little watergun..." The curses left Sionas mouth in one long, melodious torrent while Siona wretched the water out of her top. It was icy cold.

With Teckster still sitting down under his tree doing his best to keep from having his face IDed by any of the cameras that are dispersed around the park he dicides to do a scan check to see if he can find any signals from drones in the building they are protecting. I'm fine with hitting the sushi bar. It gives use time to kick back a bit. With that said he goes back to unleashing his army of Squirrels on the hunt for any unwanted drones in the building. Lets go little buddy and see if we have any unwanted guests to kick out of the party. Staying AR with a squirrel sitting on his shoulder hidden from everyone else Teckster starts his search.

Teckster:
Teckster's squirrel army scoured the vicinity of the pavilion. Other than Smoken D's hovering MCT and the pans of the team, there were no other active signals that they could find.

As the clock struck 1:00 PM The doors behind Joker opened and the people inside began to leave. Some alone, others with their meat shields. Checking their various accounts, everyone saw that they had received the promised payment. The full 2.5k was there, well... pending final bank authorization, but it was basically there.

As the team begins to leave, the side door near Smoken D opens and a trio at least as odd as the outside team appears. The elven male appears exhausted and is being carried by a chromed-up troll female. The dwarven male who trails them gives D a brief nod as they pass by.

Teckster starts to stand up, the old wino appears nearby and gives him a wave.

Cat gets a message from Angelo, He is waiting on Senica Avenue to pick her up.

Smoken D stands up and as he takes his first step, he nearly falls flat on his face. Stumbling around a bit, he notices - of all things!!! - his shoe laces are tied together! He hears a young girl laughing from the bushes, but neither he, nor his drones can see her.

Joker watches as the reporter, Peter, nonchalantly puts himself in a position to see the faces of all of the people who had come out of the front entrance.

Raén walks over to Cat and they both round the corner in time to see Smoken D steady himself.

Another day in Seattle. Another bit of cred in the pocket. While it wasn't a perfect job, what really is? Against her desires, Cat went to meet up with Angelo. While it wasn't sushi with the, dare she say friends? No... team. Yeas that's what they were, a team! While it wasn't sushi with the team, he had promised her a night of dancing and a fine dinner. It would be fun. Raén got a ride with Teckster and Joker hopped in with Smoken D.

It was maybe 13:14 PM when all of a sudden there was a muffled THUD off in the distance. A few minutes later, several fire engines, ambulances and Knight Errant patrol cars were speeding past the team as they made their way east on Seneca Ave.

He had kept his face pleasant as ever, an eternal smile on his lips and in his eyes. His AR clock kept him apprised of the time and he was glad the meeting was winding down more then just a tad, but this was always the painful time, time when a dropped guard can equal a dropped client... onto the pavement... with an acute case of lead intoxication and overdose. At 12:59, Joker heard the doors open and saw the indoor team exit with a stressed out group of people who had all pomp and circumstance of trying to sit on a cactus... bare naked.

Joker honestly didn't care, his mission was relatively over, except for one part that the brothers had always taught him, anonymity was key. Hey walked with part of the group as the reporter kept his eyes on the group, attempting to get a good picture, except their was a man moving closer to him, with large shoulder cannons that seemed to move and block every face, especially as he got closer.

The reporter still tried to get a good view, but was always blocked by the ever present smiling face in front of him. With a ARO window showing that the last of the shadow team and the men had left, the reporter throwing up his arms in a fit over a lost lead that could have easily helped make his career, Joker held out a gloved hand with 1 object in it. The reporter looked down at his and slapped it away from him, swearing obscenities that would make most drill instructors impressed waving a finger in the stoic mans face before collapsing onto the park bench. His head held between his sweat soaked hands. Joker still smiling reached down and picked up his token and set it next to the man with another trinket.

Joker walked away whistling his favorite drinking song as the reporter, ever curious, looked at what was next to him, a small bag and what looked like a playing card. The playing card. He didn't look at it long enough to care, only moving to the next trinket, a small change purse, which when opened, contained twenty copper coins. He took them each out a studied them for some time, until he heard an explosion not too far away, with flames and smoke leaping into the air, a small look of shock came over his face as he looked down to the card in his hand. It was a quick printed card with a picture of everyone who had entered the meeting, with coins drawn over their eyes. At the bottom of the card was a cartoon leprechaun dressed in a Jester's motley of various green with the letters written in Gaelic script that read out: J O K E R.

Off In the distance, a figure looked over the explosion with a stoic look the betrayed no emotion but a very slight amount of displeasure. The figure turned and looked onto the scene, taking pictures through the camera of a Bow he kept trained with perfect stillness, until the charred corpses were all laid out Did he finish his work, and took a quick scan of the surrounding crowd did he find an interesting fellow with large guns plainly exposed looking up and even waving to him, but somehow staying unnoticed by the public at large. Once again a very slight amount of displeasure cracked the granite of his face as he turned and left, bow slung across his back, it was only as he leaped onto the next roof did a low growl follow the single solitary word that passed by his lips, "Sloppy"

Chance at the Majors - Chapter 1, End.

Chance at the Majors Chapter 2 - So you think you've got skills.

Early evening is a time when most street operators are gearing up for the night’s activities. It’s when you’re just starting to make plans where to be seen and what to be seen doing. It’s a perfect time to get the call – the call that signifies biz, work, the sort of thing where you earn your money. A shadowrun.

Killer Cat:
It had been at least two weeks since she'd had her first assignment. And in that time she hadn't left the compound once. Instead, it had been a grueling two weeks of training and drills. Angelo hadn't let up for days, forcing Cat to sometimes practice with Sensei twice a day until she could block and counter attack almost everyone of the short, squat, and disturbingly fast man's attacks.

As a reward, Angelo had given her most of the day off to run routine maintenance on her equipment. Which included a surprise drill where he had dismantled all of her guns and jumbled the pieces together, then forced her to reassemble them. He stood placidly watching her as she struggled to separate and then reassemble the various firearms she had been cleaning all day. When she was finished he presented her with one of his rare grins.

As she beamed proudly back at him he spoke.You did well. He crossed the room to inspect each weapon personally. You are to go an another assignment this evening. You will likely be meeting with the same team as you worked with previously. The meeting is to take place at the Sheraton Towers, Sixth and Pike. I will drop you off one block from that location at exactly 8:45 pm. Which is three hours from now. It should be no more than a two minute walk. You must present yourself to the door man no later than 9:00 PM. Do you understand so far? He waits for her to repeat her instructions to this point.

Good, tell the doorman you’re with the Saint James’ party. They will show you to the meeting.

You are to portray a shadowrunner. You will continue to use the Killer Cat moniker developed in your last mission. It was difficult to tell if Angelo was amused by or irritated with the nick-name that Catalina had gotten in her last mission. Your secondary cover, for non-operational personnel will be Catherine Montague. This is the identity associated with the false identification you will be carrying for the time being. Do you understand?

He began to leave after she had repeated the mission parameters back to him. Angelo paused at the door and looked back at Cat for a moment. You have two hours to prepare and do any back ground searches you require on the system. This mission will likely require you to remain off compound for a few days. A credstick will be provided to you with enough to purchase a room. You are to check in directly with me every hour. I will be on over-watch from a nearby location. If things go badly, I will do my best to extract you. However, if you are captured, you will be terminated from the program. Angelo tried to hide it, but Cat could tell that he was worried about her.

Your primary goal on this mission is to gain information on these shadowrunners and their networks. Try to make friends, Cat. Your secondary goal is to learn who is behind this job and why they want it done. With that, Angelo leaves Cat alone in the weapons depot.

Raén:
Raén is sitting down to a late lunch, early drink with a few "friends" she had made on her way to the Grey Line so she could Pre-Game for a hot night out at Pier 62. When her commlink chirped. She answered more as an excuse to excuse herself from their "friendly" chatter than because she was interested in who was calling her.

A very handsome elven male is smiling on the other end of the call. His cultured British voice greets her by name. Good evening Raén. Your name was mentioned to me by certain... sources, the speaker says. If you aren't too busy this evening, would you be so kind as to meet with me at the Sheraton Towers, Sixth and Pike? Be here promptly at 9 PM. Tell the doorman you’re with the Saint James’ party. They’ll show you to the meeting. He pauses briefly and the tone of his voice changes from smooth and soothing to bored and disdainful. Do be on time, I so dislike the fashionably late. With that, the conversation ends.

There are only a few hours until the meeting, but Raén is already more than dressed for the Sheraton Towers, and there was that table of young, energetic men just dying to show her a good time...

Teckster:
Teckster woke with a start. His eyes blurry with sleep and his brain fuzzy with dreams of squirrels riding dinosaurs. Where am I? What is going on? And what in the name of Ghostwalker is that noise?!

The world began to resolve itself into his little apartment. He had fallen asleep at his work station again. He loved tinkering with his programs so much he sometimes forgot to eat or sleep. At least this time I didn't fall asleep with my finger on the input again. It took me forever to undo all those random characters the last time, he thought. And where is that drake-dreck noise coming from! That's when he realized his commlink was buzzing with a recorded message. After getting himself some soy-cafe, Teckster finally triggered the playback function.

A snooty British male voice greets him by name. Your name was mentioned to me by a mutual acquaintance, the speaker says. If you don’t have anything else planned for this evening, I would like to meet with you at the Sheraton Towers, Sixth and Pike. Be here promptly at 9 PM, I so dislike the fashionably late. Tell the doorman you are with the Saint James' party. You will be shown to the meeting. With that, the message ends.

Smoken D:
Smoken D was under Lucy's carriage when his commlink suddenly went off. It startled him so much that he bumped his head trying to roll out from under the Step-Van. Rubbing his head he answered grumpily, Yeah? What?

A British male voice comes oozing out of a thin elven face. Smoking D, I presume? He says a bit primly. You were recommended to me by a certain... source, the speaker says. If you don’t have anything else planned for this evening, I would like to meet with you at the Sheraton Towers, Sixth and Pike. Be here promptly at 9 PM. Tell the doorman you’re with the Saint James’ party. They will show you to the meeting. I assume that I do not need to tell you to be on time? he says with a lifted brow. With that, he terminates the connection, leaving D in a mixed mood. A job offer, but it comes from a prig... what to do.

Catalina Section 9 compound:

Cat Beamed inside trying as hard as possible to seem objective... She would see them again! She would get to hang with Raén, and Talk with Techster, she would get to make Smoken D scratch his head, and all of the fun it was last time... She hopped... It seemed the agency had not necessarily deemed the runners she worked with liability, and they all were still around, that means her report had been given the proper green lighting. Because now The Agency seemed interested in them each on personal level or so that's what she thought... Cat had tried to keep her report on the runners To the Agency objective, so as not too give away to much information about them individually. More as a whole she reported there ability no specifics really... She had come to respect them and understood the need for them to seem at least somewhat anonymous, as they were shadowrunners they needed a high level of privacy to maintain there lives... Or at least she had been taught they did and it made sense... She wondered, would this new assignment jeopardize the last reports efforts... The thoughts were banished from her mind as she considered the Mission she'd been Given it was a mission, and there was really nothing else to say... The conditioning was still sound in her mind, as strong as the level she had received would dictate... She Accepted it, Rationalized it, and dealt with it as best she could... She started packing, and Checking her Firearms, She broke down her rifle, and put it into its Metal brief case, and Just about then Hilda, and Micheal knocked on the door. knock knock knock! "Wait was he worried about me...?"

"Come in" Catalina Said, But she did not look up as she was getting ready... She stripped from her Jogging outfit to a towel in no time looking at the girls who both helloed happily, and waved as they walked in... Michael was the oldest girl at Section 9. Almost two years older then 19 year old Catalina, and everyone looked to her as senior, and big sister, she was not better then Catalina but she was more confident, and had accomplished more missions with her handler. After word got around of Catalina's Success on a mission, on her own, with no handler(Via Hilda) This Sort of put Catalina on the same success rank as Michael... It was unclear to Catalina(oblivious) as to weather this was a problem or not. But she felt like it could be... "Well" Micheal said looking around the room at Catalina's assortment of tactical gear on the bed, guns on the table, and an armored duffel bag on the floor... She approached Catalina pretty fast! "Heard you learned a new move...!" When she got up to Catalina her speech ended, and her right fist flew in at Catalina's face, just as Cat was getting up from taking a sock off! The younger assassin had been aware of the speed of Micheal's approach, and had already understood the intent... Catalina Waved her left arm out, and around locking Micheal's right arm, and she tightened up stopping the blow with a ju-jitsu side step, with the grasped arm firm in hold...! She let the lock go and pushed off of Micheal who was only getting started...! "NOPE! thats not it." the older girl cooed teasingly, Micheal came in and threw a south paw hook! Catalina her Towel still firmly tied around her chest, had squared off by now, and blocked it with her right, batting it off to the side! Her magically enhanced defense making her point as she then in the same moment threw her own Left strait punch, that stopped two eighths of an inch from in front of Micheal's face... "Enough you two..." Hilda popped up in between them smiling ear to ear at them... Micheal smiled at Catalina Saying "That was the move, nice job" Cat smiled back "Thank you, I gotta shower now..." Hilda beamed her smile even wider as the Gossip of the house... "I heard! Got a mission huh?" Catalina Thought for a moment... Where did she hear these things, if Cat herself had just found out? Surely not Angelo. "Yes i have mission... Since your gonna find out anyway Hilda. Its with the same team as before." she smiled teasingly... "Wow" Hilda said "You know what we're coming to the showers with you" and she threw a towel to Micheal "C'mon Micheal" she said "I bet if your nice Catalina will tell you how she kissed one of the runners... She worked with..."

They talked for a bit and showered, and they even helped Catalina pack her gear... And look for points of interest at the meeting place the hotel... Things like entrances, exits, emergency versions both, places that are close by, like any law enforcement and or emergency services in the area. She looked to the two Female Fratilo her roommate, her sort of rival... The jury was still out on that... She then straitened out her Vashon island high collar suit, under her just as expensive over coat, looked at her hair in the mirror which Micheal had french braided for her sticking the Japanese pins in it to hold it up. Like before she wore it up... But just different this time... She stuffed the Colt in its concealable holster, grabbed her duffel bag filled with all her gear, and picked up her metal suit case with her right... She smiled to the other two, and they beamed their approval of her, and her look back.. She then made her way to the car pool to meet Angelo...

Killer Cat one block away from Sixth and Pike:

She Looked at the time as they pulled up to the corner a block off of the Meeting place... 8:45pm He was good Angelo was always on time he never missed a beat... And She had to wonder how he always did that... She looked at him smiled, and said "You do believe in me don't you...? I mean that's why you offered to pull me out... if you could? Because your worried i might get in over my head right...?" She watched his face for reaction...

After She got whatever answer She could from him, be that good or bad. She reacted with the same response...

Smiling she said "Your a great big brother Angelo, and you trained me well... I'm sure extraction wont be necessary prior to mission expiring... Thank you for preparing me well all these years..." And she kissed him on the cheek Then darted out the car, the door was already open, and cars were honking. Well until she got out bent over to move the front seat so she could get her stuff. The cabbie sort of just stared at her move then... She pushed the seat back "Do stay close ill be in touch..." She said, and she closed the door to the Italian Sports car... Looked in back of it at the Cabbie, and smiled Curtsying as best she could with her bag, and case and coat under her arms... She quickly moved up on the curb and Angelo Burned a little rubber leaving but no real smoke! The car purring, and then roaring away...! The cabbie drove by her slowly nodding his approval with a greasy smile, which for some reason she could not understand, nauseated her... She put her bag, and case on the concrete. Looked around to catch her barrings, and at the same time put her Vashon coat on. She took out of the pocket, Her Glasses case, and put them on as well low on her nose. They were like reading glasses very corporate in style, like a librarian would ware, no tent to the lens, no frames, the same ones she had worn at the first meeting... She checked her hair, and started down the street with Fluid speeds, and grace for a Killer Cat she was a Real Wolf in Stylish Corporate sheep's clothing...

She made it in less then, two and a half minutes, City blocks were pretty Long, and she wanted to make sure she was not being watched or followed. Turning her gaze with out moving her head from time to time, to look in reflective surfaces. Enough time was Left to spare that she could sign in at the hotel, as ordered... She stopped at the Doorman Curtsied, and said "I'm here for the Saint James party. But I would like to check into a Suite first please. As time is short I hope there is one available..." She this smiling, but not trying to look overly enthused...

Tucking the rag into a side pocket of his coveralls before lighting a smoke and looking at Lucy. Another 20 minutes and she's done. K, Sheraton Towers.... Dreck me, that's posh. He looks at his grease covered cloths and curses. Hey Charlie! He bellows across the shop. Get your drunken hoop over here. I need you to finish Lucy up, I might need her soon. . Charlie's pokes his rumpled head up behind a battered desk and glares at him from bloodshot eyes. Bugger off ya little dreck ticket. I'ze fraggen dun for da day. Charlie finally notices the cigarette and he Shouts. No fragging smokin in the fraggen shop! Taking another drag he shouts back. No fraggen booze in the shop! This kills Charlies fire and he hauls himself off his cot, stretches and comes over. Dreck head. Charlie mutters in passing to reach Lucy. Frag off already, I got this. Go make some fragging cred so's ya can fragging pay me somethin for me time. And watch yer hoop. He slaps Charlie on the shoulder and heads for home.

At the speed he went the trip doesn't take more than five minutes. Pulling into his parking slot with a now familiar caution he takes the back stairs up to his apartment without being spotted or ambushed by his landlords crazy wife or old Granna on the second floor, her equally crazy crony. For the last week they had in their minds to find him a good woman and have been ambushing him with treats and eligible relatives. All in all, it was an improvement last month and their conviction that he was wooing them. He does pass his landlord getting a quick grin and a guilty shrug for dodging his wife as much as SmokenD was. Once behind his locked door he quickly strips on the way to the shower, throwing his clothes blindly behind him. A quick almost scalding shower and he's as clean as he's going to get, thanks mostly to almost solvent strength soap. Ahh, the joys of modern chemistry. Opening his closet he looks at the rather sad selection of clothes sighs and snags a cigarette from a nearby table. None of this dreck is even last fragging years chic, Not gonna fragging win any fashion shows with this dreck With a shrug he grabs the only viable outfit he's got, a simple black armored suit in a mandarin style loose cut and matching emerald green shirt. It wasn't his jumpsuit but it was presentable, even with his square toed heavy boots. Probably be mistaken for staff or some dreck.

Dressed, he shrugs into his long-coat and finishes his cigarette while collecting his gear. The larger items getting tucked into a small pack, and everything else disappearing into the pockets of his suit and long-coat. Pulling his Predator he checks action and link-up before slipping it back into his long-coat. Opening another cabinet reveals a number of micro and mini drones sitting on shelves. One by one he tucks them all into various pockets of his suit jacket and checks himself in a mirror to ensure no bulges showed.

His comm buzzes and Charlies face suddenly fills his AR. Done. Charlie barks and disconnects. Thanks Charlie. He says to himself as he runs down the back stairs and into his sedan, Marth. Checking the traffic stations he refines his route before jumping his mind into Martha and feeling the road as he pulls out and speeds towards the Sheraton. I'll be ten minutes early at normal speeds,.. should be 15 minutes early at least.

As expected traffic is repeatedly disrupted by sirens and speeding vehicles and the multiple accidents that seem to be the trademark of Seattle traffic. Still he arrives with plenty of time, and possibly a new personal record, parking in a cheep parking garage half a block away. Standing outside the garage the small clock in the corner of his vision reads 20:41. He loiters against the wall, lighting a cigarette and looks at the Sheraton, zooming his vision in on the front entrance. Intent to wait and watch until the last minute. Now let's see who's coming to dinner. .

He notices KC as she bounces up to the front entrance and the doorman presiding over it. Holy Dreck! Really? He can't help but grin. Look at that case shes got, can't be coincidence. No fragging way, so that leaves Teckster, Raén, and Joker to show up. No fragging way!

He watches about a dozen people go through the doors and his clock still reads 20:54. He shrugs himself off the wall and starts walking towards the Sheratan. His mind is whirring along with so much speculation that he has to restrain his grin an stride a little as he approaches the doorman. With a small, polite nod and smile he stops in front of the doorman and announces. Saint James Party for 21:00. .

At least I'll be working for one of my kind. Siona thought. And, she admitted to herself: The job was really exciting. Even better than partying. And she loved to party. Nevertheless, she was not stupid. And so the elf girl held back on 'the good stuff' this time. It still became a fun afternoon.

At quarter to nine, a pimped out jackrabbit stopped at the corner next to Sheraton Tower. Aleon, one of the cute guys that afternoon, turned to Siona. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" He put a hand on her uppermost shoulder. "Or you skip this gig and we'll get us a cozy room somewhere nice. I bet you're great with all those hands." He grinned not entirely lacking charm. But Siona insisted: "No thank you. You're cute enough, but I need to get this meeting. Come on, I've got your number. I'll call you and we're going to have a good time." She smiled at him, and he melted. She took the opportunity to leave the car.

On the way to the door, she noticed someone walking ahead of her. Is that KillerCat? Of course she is. So she got back in town and didn't call? Stupid human. Nevertheless, she tried to catch up with KC without running. But KC got inside first.

When she reached the doorman, she simply stated: "I'm here for the Saint James party." A bit coldly, she added: "Hello KC."

After Teckster played the message for a new job he was happy that he might be able to make his rent with out too much trouble. Nuyen is tight and I need all the extra credsticks I can get. Teckster starts to get his gear together laying out his armor, electronics kit, comm links, stim packs, and gun. Teckster knows it is only a meeting but you never know if it will be a head out straight from the meet to the job. Teckster puts on his armor and goggles then fills his pockets with his other gear leaving his gun and extra clips until last. Once geared up he spends the last of his time before he leaves wired into the matrix looking over news reports in the local area and the UK. Also cross checking if any of them check out as both. Well I like being on line a quick search over the Trix should kickstart me out of the programing mind set and into the program swing hacking I know I can be.

As time gets closer to the meet Teckster heads out a bit early incase parking turns out to be a nightmare. On his way down the stairs he trips the last to to land on his face. Draken invisible cat I sweet I'll find you one of these day. With his small rant out of the way with no broken bones Teckster finds his wheels and drives to the meeting.

It took Teckster a good bit of time to find his parking spot but he did it with time to spare. At 8:50 he is at the door to the Sheraton Towers. Teckster walks up to the door man and tells him I a member of Saint James' party. With that said he finds his way to the security not wanting a problem he hands over his Ares Predator and its clips, but there was no way these guards could strip him of the mana that was flowing inside Teckster and the rest of the world. Well I made it on time. I would have been sooner but that old lady almost took the fender off my ride stealing my sweet parking spot. Well the 2 and a half block walk is good for these skinny Ork legs anyway. Thinking about his old teacher as he calls his legs skinny. Now all that was left was to meet the Johnson and see what the job will be.

Arriving at the Sheraton Towers, you are greeted by the doormen, who obviously want to throw you back out into the street, but mentioning Saint James’ name to them works wonders. They run you through security, looking for any weapons or other surprises.

Cat:
The larger of the two Orks gives Cat a slit-eyed glare when the MAD goes off as she enters the lobby. I need you to relinquish your weapons. All of them. I'll have to check the case as well.

A voice chimes in behind her, I'm here for the Saint James party. This is quickly followed by a much colder tone, Hello KC.

The second guard looks Siona up and down as she walks through the MAD without setting it off. But before she can move up to KillerCat, Miss. I'm going to have to take that pig-sticker you've got there. You can have it back when you leave. His tone of voice does not leave much room for argument.

After she hands it over, the guard waves over a bell-hop. Take our guest to the Moon Room.

The bell-hop nods politely to Siona, Follow me please?

The first guard directs KillerCat over to a side room just off the lobby, entrance. I'll need you to leave your personal items here.

Teckster:
As Teckster enters the lobby and asks for the St. James party, the guard looks at the flashing red light on the MAD scanner. Sir, please relinquish your weapon. The hotel will keep it in safe holding until you leave.

Smoken D:
Smoken D enters the hotel letting the guards know he is with the Saint Jame's party. He can see Teckster and KillerCat being led to an elevator across the lobby. Cat is no longer carrying the briefcase she had with her. So security was pretty tight.

Before he can try and get their attention though, an ork practically the size of a troll steps up to him. Sir, I'm going to need you to relinquish any weapons you have. He waves Smoken D over to a side door. Your belongings will be kept safe until you leave. After a very thorough pat down, to be sure he isn't carrying anything else. Smoken D is ushered to the same elevator that he had seen Teckster and KC going up. Not having seen Raén since she walked into the hotel, D figures that she had already gone up.


Teckster & Cat:
The bell-hop looks oddly at Cat as she asks to get a room at the hotel again. Mrs. I don't mean to be rude, but... He looks over her cloths very pointedly. I don't think you can afford to stay here. That's when she notices that the bell-hop's suit is of a higher quality than her own! The private conference room you are being taken to costs more for an hour than I make in a week!

Catalina Ritzy hotel:

The MAD Scanner alarm went off as KC entered the building bling!, bling!, bling!, bling!, bling! It was disturbing to patrons, and Catalina as well but not unexpected The big bad Sec guard moved up to Killer Cat and she envisioned him reaching for her things she next envisioned him grabbing his crotch from the pain of her brief case hitting him where it hurts, quickest way to get rid of a bigger male opponent... But she understood this slag was doing his Job, and Catalina knew this would happen... It was pretty obvious with all the Nu yen they were paying in this place, that they would have some security... So she smiled, and spoke "Well Duh i was just about to ask where do i put my things but since you wanna scare everybody in this place have it your way I don't mind leaving my sell able wares in the back but if something happens to them ill have your Job" venom on her lips at the ending statement, and noticing the stares from those passersby in her immediate area. She then started to berate the orc publicly make herself seem as though she was somebody... When "Hello KC" Someone else had Venom of their lips it... It sounded like Raén! Cat Froze momentarily Not expecting to have run in to her teammates until the meet was on... "Raén! Hey how are... You..." but Raén was not looking as though she was as happy to see Cat as Catalina was to see her...

The Orc Stepped to the multi armed elf asking for a pig sticker, and Siona was on her way... While mildly confused Catalina did not continue to call to her, as she moved on to the moon room... Cat moved on too the Security room with the other Guard where she relinquished her Weapons... And armor... When she was done she moved to the Bell hop to see about the room...

She had originally thought she would be overdressed but She was wrong, and the bell hops statement explained that too her without being to embarrassing "Well BELL HOP how bout you show me to the cashier, and ill worry about what i can, and can not pay for... k..." Again the 19 year old in Killer Cat showed its claws... Angelo had been very specific about what she was to do when she got to the hotel, he'd mentioned the currency to match her mission... As nice as this place was it did not move Catalina she was on mission the whole time...

Ghostmaker wrote:

"Raén! Hey how are... You..."

"I'm fine, thank you. I see you're back from your vacation." Ungrateful roundear. "You could have at least called me." She waited for Catalinas response but was interrupted by the orc guardian.

Wreck wrote:

Miss. I'm going to have to take that pig-sticker you've got there. You can have it back when you leave.

For a moment, Siona was confused. "Pig sticker? What kind of rfid tag would that be?" She asked innocently. The orc looked somewhat annoyed at her for the, for him, incomprehensible comment. Maybe he even suspected her to be playing dumb on him.

He tried again, deliberately using simple words and pronouncing them very clearly and loudly, like some people do when talking to foreigners. "Your...cane,...missy. Give...it...to...me. You...get...it...back...when...you...leave...here." Every word was accompanied by a gesture. It looked like a game of charade.

Siona sighed. "Normal english would have been enough, thank you very much." With that she shoved her cane with the hidden swords into the orcs hands. "Well? Can I go now?" Siona stated icily.

Wreck wrote:

The bell-hop nods politely to Siona, Follow me please?

She turned without another word, following the bell-hop to the elevators.