Gardenview Terrace Apartments

Tull's mood lifts more than he'd be willing to admit. They have quite a diverse skillset between them, and for the first time since receiving the datachip from Ratman, he begins to believe they just might pull this thing off.

"Alright, looks like we're in biz. Now, what about transport? Anybody got anything with more'n two wheels? I love my bike, but we'd look less suspicious in a four-wheeler, you grep me?"

Alexia shakes her head sorry i don't have any transportation other than my own legs

Tull nods at Alexia, then turns to the others.

"What about you two? Got a car? Or a mechanic contact?"

(sorry for the short post, its a rush job due to lack of time)

"Oh, I can get a car, even drive one. But it wouldn't be very low-key, or reusable." Faust chuckles, "Like said before, I usually use alternate means of transportation, and most people don't look for folks traveling the way I do."

Asha nods. "I don't have a car, but I could get one. It's not that difficult around here. That still doesn't tell us what the next step is." She smirks a bit and turns back to look like herself. She then places the dart gun away. Her hair shimmers at the color leaves it turning back into a brunette.

"Well look alive, ladies," Tull says, returning Lyn's smirk. "Talkin' 'bout it's not gettin' us some wheels."

The ork looks at the datachip still clenched in one hand, its surface dusted with a fine gray grit like sand. 'Nanobots,' he thinks to himself, 'pretty efficient as a self-destruct mechanism...and pretty high-tech for a simple datachip.'

Glancing back at the others, Tull adds, "Next move is to find out what kind of package our 'benefactors' left us."

Impatient to get moving, Tull headed out to his bike in the apartment complex's parking lot. The Suzuki's sensor scanned the ork's commlink signature and confirmed his authorization to approach; automatically disengaging its security measures.
Tull slipped on his helmet and threw a leg over the seat. With a silent command via his PAN, the engine started up smoothly, but Tull couldn't resist revving it once or twice, relishing the machine's power.
Though there were vehicles parked on both sides, Tull planted one foot on the asphalt, twisted the handlebars to the left, and popped the clutch with the engine screaming; executing a neat donut that spun him around to face out toward the street and sending up a cloud of blue-white smoke from the roaring rear tire.
Grinning to himself behind his opaque face shield, Tull waited for the others.