Never Deal with a Shoggoth: A CthulhuPunk Shadowrun Story

Game Master Loup Blanc

Sylvie nods as she sips the last of her drink. "It was no problem, really. Just thank the spirits that it wasn't some other runners who wanted to get in on the score rather than us. A refill would be appreciated, thank you."

Anya nods at Sylvie. "Nods to that! Who knows what other kerfuffle could've come up! A loud attack in that part of town? Can't hardly swing a dead porcupine without hitting another wannabe with 2 bits of chrome an' a gutterpunk SMG wants to make a name for themselves. Could've been in the middle of a whole gang war, luck was bad.

Hey, if we've gonna be hear a while, should we get some food? It's a bar, right? You should aughta have chips or peanuts, yeah? Mebbe throw in a 'za?"

"It was a shoddy job, and run by either an idiot or an arrogant son of b*tch." Nathaniel takes a long sip from his glass of whiskey, before taking care to set it back down on the coaster. "Even if we hadn't been there, Knight Errant's average response time is--" he stops himself again, clearing his throat. "They wouldn't have gotten far with you before being apprehended. I'm sure being in Knight Errant's hands wouldn't be the most comfortable place for someone like you, but I'd be willing to bet you'd have walked away clean. Families that can't keep their nose clean don't last long, after all." He sighs, taking another long sip of the whiskey, then shrugs. "Regardless, I was happy to help... call it an old habit, I guess."

"I won't speak for anyone else, but I'm ready for details. What do you want us to do, exactly?"

'They can't be too upset about being in Knight Errant's hands if they're alright with you strolling through the front door. That, or they have no idea who you used to be.'

Rebecca Muldoon nods at your comments. "I'm glad to see we made the right choice in contacting you. Personally, I was hesitant to get you more involved, but Dad thought it was a good idea, and it sounds like you're more than willing." She turns to Anya and Sylvie briefly. "Let's hold off on the drinks and snacks for now. I'll let the bartender know when we're finished, and you can stay for a while, get some food and drink. Although we're more known for our booze than our snacks." She winks and then visibly takes a moment to adjust herself, clearing her throat as she moves back to a professional demeanor.

"Now, we're not asking you to do wetwork for us. Some of you may not have a taste for it, and frankly, it's beneath our standing to hire a hit on someone like this. But your target is called Donny Basso." She sets her commlink on the table and presses a button, and the wall behind her springs to life with an image display. Currently shown is a human man with dark hair and eyes, and a nose that looks like it's been broken at least a half-dozen times. Alongside the picture--which looks to have been covertly taken at a restaurant--are some vital statistics, listing his age, height, and weight. "He's a low-level informer for the Morettis, not much higher up than a common thug off the street. Doesn't even work for them as a regular soldier, or even a hired gun. He's a snake, and a rat, and if I had to guess who engineered last night, it's somebody who used Donny to do it."

She frowns and turns back to look at the group. "Donny hasn't been seen or heard from in a couple days, either. Usually he can't keep his nose out from where it doesn't belong, let alone in the public eye. That, on top of my prior suspicion, makes me think he's definitely someone we want to talk to." She taps her commlink again and the image flickers off, leaving her to pick the device back up and start tapping.

"Your job is to find Donny and bring him to us. We don't want you to question him for us, and we definitely don't want him dead. He needs to be able to tell us everything he knows, and the more willing he is, the better. The catch is that it needs to be quiet, as in, no witnesses." She looks up from the 'link and stares each of you in the eye, in turn. "At least not anyone who can place what happened. Word gets out that a runner team grabbed Donny, people will start asking questions. If he just stays disappeared for a while, it might look suspicious, but no one can finger anybody. He's probably gone into hiding, maybe hired some protection, but I doubt it's anything you can't handle. The only hard part is making it look like something it isn't."

She taps on the commlink a few more times and looks up questioningly. "If you have a number, or some way I can reach you, I'll send you what info we've got. It isn't much, but it might give you a lead or two. I'd also suggest asking the bartender, or Rory, outside. I'm trying, but they've still got more of an ear to the ground than me." She breathes and nods. "I think that about covers it. Any questions?"

"Yeah," said Anya, one of the oldest plans in history already taking form. "What's his relationship status? Monogamous? Gay? ...Loose?"

Preference, Phineas says quietly, and then starts, almost as if just realizing he said it out loud. Sorry, you mean preference, not status. The elf frowns as he leans back in his chair. I think you've got my number, you can send the info there. If not... He pulls out his commlink and slides his finger across the screen, Shenan-Again...forty-four? Yeah? He shrugs, Either way, the only question I have is where you want us to bring him. Or should we work that out once we find him?

Sylvie rattles off her number to Rebecca, then steeples her fingers. "What other... low-profile, high-profit businesses are in the area, other than you and the Morettis? Perhaps, more specifically, those who share a similar services portfolio with the Morettis?" she asks pointedly.

Nix chuckles. "I had the same idea," she says with a nod to Wraith. "If he's that much of a rat, I bet he's a sleaze too. Though if he's holed up at a safe house, I doubt there's much chance to get him hammered at a bar and lure him in to a trap. Still, we can worry about that once we find out what hole he's crawled down." She shrugs and rattles off her comm number.

"To address the dragon in the room," Nathaniel says, shrugging his shoulders, "You have considered the possibility he's dead, haven't you? From what you've said, going to ground doesn't seem his style and his abrupt disappearance seems very uncharacteristic. It's possible that if he was involved, whoever used him as an intermediary might have disposed of him after he set up the hit. They sent an agent along--not that it ended up doing them much good, mind--and that kind of attention to detail means it's at least possible our target's already dead in a gutter somewhere, and has been for a couple days now." Nathaniel's eyes are still lost behind the lens of his goggles, but after a moment he clicks his tongue.

"There's my contact information," he says, leaning back in the chair, only slightly. "Of course, if this guy isn't dead I'm more than happy to go and collect him, but I'm just making sure you're prepared for the possibility that we might find his severed head in a garbage bag or something like that."

Small mistake in the last post: the Italian Mafia Family in Boston is the Morelli clan, not Moretti. My mistake.

Rebecca's lips tighten into a thin frown at Wraith's question. "He's not monogamous or gay, from my own experience with his comments and advances. That's part of why I suspect he may have been involved--the rat doesn't appreciate that I don't like the way he talks. Loose refers more to his tongue than his sex life, as far as I know, although it definitely works for his morals."

Her face lightens again as Phineas asks about the name in the message, and she gives a giggle and shakes her head. "Shenan-again? No, that would be my father. An old joke, and apparently one he's used nearly four-dozen times, now." She breathes out another short laugh as she inputs your comm numbers, and each of you shortly receives a blank message from her so you can contact her in turn. "As for where to bring him, just let us know when you have him and we'll tell you where to go. We have a few good spots around the sprawl, and there's no sense in having you drag him across half of it when a few blocks would do." She looks up with a mischievous glint. "Unless that was what it took to get him talking, of course."

She turns to Sylvie. "If you mean the Families, organized crime? There's us, the Muldoons, there's the Morellis, and the O'Rilleys. Formally speaking, the O'Rilleys are in charge, and we're all at peace, but of course it isn't really that simple. It's mostly complicated since the Morellis used to rule this town, but we helped the O'Rilleys climb to the top. The Morellis don't really have a shot at changing things, not with us supporting our Irish kin... Which is another reason they might have been involved." She taps her fingers on the table. "After all, taking out a Muldoon captain's daughter and grandson? That could shake things up, set the stage for a bigger power play."

She pauses and taps on her commlink. "If you're asking more about what they do... The Muldoons are pretty old-fashioned, but the Morellis are even older. Part of how we helped get the leg up on them: they haven't fully adapted to the new way of things, even after fifty years. Sure, they have trolls and orks for muscle where they can, but not a whole lot of Awakened or Matrix support for the most part. And even for their grunts, they don't like a lot of chrome. Not to their image, I guess." She shrugs. "They still run old games--extortion, number rackets, drugs and gambling. Smuggling when they can. They have started to branch out, though, hiring freelancers to do dirtier work for them."

She finally turns to Nathaniel, and her eyes are hard at his question. "Donny Basso, dead in a gutter? The only thing that would give me more pleasure is putting him there myself." She brushes a strand of hair out of her eyes and fixes the elf with a cold stare. "If you find him dead, we'll tell you where to bring the corpse. We'll do what we can from there."

After a moment, she's back to a smile and claps her hands. "Well, I think that about covers what I know. If you folks want to refill on drinks and snacks, I'll go talk with dad about setting up a reward for you and getting in touch with the right people." She beams and trots out of the room.

Time to act, Nicky Nick

Sarge has been silent during the briefing, only giving his comm signal to the Muldoon's daughter and nodding as he recorded everything for later analysis with his chromie eyes.

Once the Runners are alone, the ex-PI turns to the rest and speaks as he lights a cigarette and finishes his drink"I finnae want to reveal the full cake with the cat here, gotta fully trust noone but yourself, but I know a couple boyos that can help us. One I can trust, pal from the corps, if there's anything they have on Basso he can get it for us. The other... well, Gauntlet can help me with him. Snitches are cowards and this one has been reliable out of his own brand of cowardice." Nick exhales the smoke and does a brief pause. "He may know about the Morellis, their bussiness and maybe he heard if they are preparing something big."

Sylvie nods. "I can be pretty damn scary when I want to be. One thing's for sure, though: we need to find where Donny is before we can start making a plan on how to extract him. Anybody else have any contacts that can help track down the rat?"

Phineas nods and puts his commlink back in his pocket. Fair enough. I've got no more questions.

"That's fine. Give us what we need and we can get started." Nyx looks over at the troll. "I don't have many contacts. There was an... incident last month and I'm more or less on my own for now."

"I'm new to Chicago, and I don't want to strain my relationship with my fixer further after... well, he's new to Chicago too, so he probably wouldn't know anything anyways."

We're in Boston. While Chicago is doing better than it once was, it's still full of bug spirits and bad mojo.

"If you don't care if he's dead, I'm fine with bringing the body. I just wanted to make sure it wouldn't be a problem if that's all we find." He sits still for a moment, shuffling through something on his goggles, before blowing his bangs out of his face with a breath. "I can't be certain, but if he's connected with any sort of underground mechanics operation I might know someone who can track him down. Other than that, I know a big orc with a bigger sword; I can ask if he knows anything, but to be honest I don't even know much about who or what he knows in this city."

As soon as Anya sees the bar, she dances over and waggles her empty glass at the barkeep. "Ahem. While we're young, eh? Boss-lady sez we get a refill, an' what boss-lady wants boss-lady gets, amirite? And peanuts. She said she wants us to have peanuts and snacks too."

Turning back to the party, she tosses out, "Meh. I too, am, ah, recently locationally-challenged. I can ask my fixer, see what we dig up. If we can just find this guy in a club that should be all we need."

D'oh. Had a brain fart.

The group returns to the main room of the bar, where things are more or less the same as before. Chatter falls to discussing potential for asking around about Basso's whereabouts, including to contacts each of you has made over the years. Anya makes her way fairly directly to the bar, where the bartender gives a brief chuckle and pulls the bottle from under the bar. He raises an eyebrow as she follows her request up with snacks. "Did she now? Guess Becca's in a fine mood today, then." He reaches under the bar and pulls up a bowl of peanuts. "Help yourself. We got better food, too, but that'll cost you."

As for everyone else, what are we planning? Nick's offered up a Contact that might offer a good lead, and Rebecca suggested asking the bartender or "Rory," who you could easily figure as the guy at the door.

Sylvie munches on a few peanuts , then turns to the bartender. "I know this is playing into a cliche, but Ms. Muldoon told us that you might know something about someone who might know where a certain Donny Basso is?"

"Nick's contact is his contact. Let him call him up while we chat up the bartender." Nyx pauses. "I never thought I would actually say that with a straight face."

Phineas sidles up to the bar and leans against it, letting Sylvie ask the questions.

"Donny Basso? Yeah, I know of him." The way the bartender says it makes it clear how he feels about that fact. "He's the lowlife used to come in here Family Nights, usually bothered Miss Becca, did something stupid, and drank more than his share of good booze 'fore getting seen out." He turns to accept a few notes from one of the other patrons, and in return hands him a bottle of soy-beer. "That's what this is about? You're looking for Donny. Heh. I'd hate to be him right about now."

He exhales slowly and takes on a thoughtful expression, leaning forward on the bar. "Now, I don't get out as much as I used to, so you might wanna follow up with Rory--I'm guessing she told you about Rory?--anyway, Donny's a slimeball. Real old-fashioned scum, you know? Doesn't even got a moniker, so you know he's low-level sleaze. But the Morellis started using him for a reason, and as I hear, it's cause he was in good with the Chrome Boys gang, down in Roxbury. You could try looking there."

"Interesting." Not paying much attention to the bartender--the others could take care of talking with him--Nathaniel instead flicks on his goggles and heads to the Matrix, searching for information on Donny Basso as best he can. Knowing any information he finds on legitimate channels probably won't do much for him, he instead turns to known sources of information for shadowrunners. If he doesn't find anything there, he'll take his time and probe some local Lone Star and Knight Errant databases to see what else he might know. First though, he pulls up a chat client and sends a quick message to Cuervo.

Data Search: 9d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 6, 1, 1, 6, 2, 2, 3) = 26
Two successes. If this would be an Extended Test, let me know.

Sylvie nods. "Thank you kindly," before extending the bartender the courtesy of finishing her drink before getting up to talk to Rory. Casually striding outside, she taps the magical hooligan on the shoulder and says, "Ms. Muldoon gave us a job. Something about finding a rat bastard named Donny Basso. Do you have any info that could help?"

"What do you know about the Chrome Boys? If he's in with them, perhaps he'd be willing to use them to hideout if he got in to trouble."

Phineas continues to watch the others ask questions rather than taking part.

Anya pops a handful of peanuts into her mouth, crunching slowly and wonders if she's heard of the Chrome Boys. Is seems like the kind of thing that she'd be in to. Or, at least, would -want- to be in to.

Knowledge Gangs!: 6d6 ⇒ (6, 1, 5, 3, 6, 4) = 25 3 hits

It does seem to ring a bell....

I actually forgot I had a knowledge relevant to the situation. D'oh.

Dangerous Streer Gangs+Intuition: 7d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 3, 6, 2, 3, 1) = 21

Sylvie racks her brain for anything she remembers about the Chrome Boys.

Nathaniel--this would indeed be an Extended Test, with an interval being, say, 15 minutes or so; you're doing some real digging here. Roll for every interval you're willing to spend to start, and I'll let you know at what point(s) you find anything of note.

Also, not sure if Victoria was asking her question to the bartender or Rory; it doesn't really matter, seeing as they know the same amount of info, it's just how they say it. I'll assume she stays at the bar for now.

Sylvie finishes her drink and heads to the entrance, where she finds Rory much as he was before--lounging against the railing, his eyes unfocused. The only change is that the cigarette in his hand looks like a new one, longer than when the group went inside. At the troll's arrival, he turns to look up at her with a lazy smile. "So that's what this was all about, eh?" He turns to stretch his legs out across the step, so his neck isn't quite so craned to look up Sylvie as he talks.

"Donny Basso. He's a rat bastard indeed, now. I don't like to mingle with such types myself, but I suppose I could be persuaded to share what little I know?" He gives a fraction of a beat before his smile grows. "Just joshing you, lass. If you're looking for Donny, normally I'd say start by just saying so, and the weaselly son of a whore'll come crawling straight to ya, but if he's gone into hiding...?" He pauses, takes a deep breath, apparently thinking. "I'd try the Steak Well. Little hole-in-the-wall place, Washington Street in Roxbury. Serves to tough customers, it's in Chrome Boys territory, so naturally Donny tries to ingratiate himself there when he can. He may not be there now, but I'm sure you go in, crack some heads, they'll point you the right way." He winks. "Bust a table for me, will ya? One of those bastards stole my bicycle a few months back."

Meanwhile, inside, the bartender nods at Victoria. "Hiding out with them is exactly what I think he'd do. As for the gang, they're mostly a bunch of punks. Started up a year or so back, when a shipment of 'ware got hit going through Roxbury. KE shows up just in time to keep the peace and miss the truckfull of chrome. I imagine one long trip to a couple street docs later, and suddenly the local hoods are a hell of a lot more dangerous than when they were just running around with peashooters. Wired reflexes and cyberarms make a big difference, even if all you've got is a hand-me-down Predator, you know?"

Anya and Sylvie, you know about the same info: the Chrome Boys are a newer gang that are mainly recognizable for their augmentations, which thanks to (un)fortunate circumstances are better than your average street ganger might have. Anya also knows that despite Roxbury's slightly larger-than-average ork population, the Chrome Boys are very predominantly human.

Phineas pushes his glasses further up his nose then runs a hand through his hair as he steps away from the bar. Sounds like a time. Look, if the plan is to make the pickup look like something different, we don't want to go down there and ask these chrome whatever's about Donny. At least not directly. He frowns as he continues, Not to say we can't bang on down there and knock a few heads around, if that's what you're into. Just...we should find some other reason, yeah?

"You all see what you can find out," Nathaniel says to the others, only half paying attention to what they're talking about. "I'm gonna keep digging up when I can on the Matrix... I think I'm onto something here. Stick around and get something to eat, maybe another beer; this'll take me a little while." Nathaniel leans back in one of the bars and relaxes as he sifts through the information while simultaneously continuing his conversation with Cuervo.

Data Search: 9d6 ⇒ (2, 6, 5, 2, 2, 2, 5, 2, 1) = 27
Data Search: 9d6 ⇒ (5, 6, 4, 6, 5, 6, 5, 1, 6) = 44
That's... 10 more successes with another half hour.

Anya nods at Paladin. "Okee-dookie, you do that. Let us know when you hit paydata. And, um, yeah, might be best you stay put. The Chromies...they tend to stick to their own kind, y'know, yeah?

Anyway, ya, are we headin' there now? No time like."

Anya taps hier chin cutely.

"Sylvie, no dis, but stay outside. Inconspicuous like. Null persp, but you walk in there, there's gonna be a fight. Just chill an' wait for either us to come out the door, or a chair come out a window, yeah?"

Phineas frowns and tilts his head, A hat isn't going to hide that I'm an elf, even if they're blind. He shrugs, But, I'm happy to hide them if you think that's worth a shot. However, what I meant by not asking around for Donny is exactly that. We can't afford to use his name if the plan is to make him disappear without it looking like someone picked him up. Two ladies coming around looking for a guy that doesn't normally get the time of day, and a bunch of people claiming to owe some shiester money? If he goes poof after that, his friends would have to be wicked slow not to put that together. The elf pushes his glasses up again, Nah, if we go down there, we've gotta be asking about something else entirely.

"Semantics!" chimes out Anya. "Yes, yes, the tactics and specifics will be infinite and varied. I was talking more "big picture". But, at first, can one of us can at least -try- the easy way and see if we luck out?

Sound good?"

The elf blinks and looks confused, No, that's...that's exactly what we're trying to avoid. Look, I appreciate the direct approach as much as the next guy, but the point is we need to avoid any connection between him and us. We can't be looking specifically for him because we're going to be the first people they look at when he goes missing. He frowns in thought and scratches the stubble on his chin, We could be looking for just about anything or anyone, but not him. He continues, shrugging, You all have more experience with this sort of thing than I do, so if beating some thugs up or asking directly are going to work and not tie it back to us, I'll believe ya...but it seems like these guys'll have to be pretty dim to not put that together.

While the others ask Rory about Basso, Nicholas refills his drink. It's been a while since he called his pal in blue, and the ex-PI weighted the words before putting a call through his commlink.

Nicky Nick, he probs is patrolling now so leave a messagw, grab the extra muscle and go pay a visit to Snitch

After the third ring, Nick spoke clear through his commlink "Hey buddy, it's Nick. Need some help with a case so lets meet tomorrow at 6 pm in the sual place and we'll have a drink and chat."
Leaving the exact details to FFN, if you want me to come up with stuff I can too
Having dealt with it Nick returned to the rest. "Gauntlet, you comin' to see the Snitch? Anybody else who wanna come is welcome, but I'd rather keep the company small... don't want to draw unecessary attention on us, boyos."

"Thanks for the info. And if these guys are the asshats that they sound like, then you better believe I'll go ahead and bust a table for you." With that, Sylvie walks back into the bar and into the argument.

"I agree with Phineas here. We need to do this subtly. Here's an idea: one of the more chromed-up types walks into the Steak Well-a bar in their territory, should be crawling with Chrome Boys-and say that they're looking for a buyer for some warez. That oughta pique their interest. Set up a meet in neutral territory, in a quiet location. When they arrive, we grab the important-looking ones and bag the rest. Interrogate the ones that we grab, then kill them. Nice, quick, no witnesses, and we'll hopefully get the location of Basso out of it." Sylvie looks at the others. "What? I have no sympathy for racist gangers."

It takes Nyx a minute to decipher Wraith's slang. "Where did she learn to talk?" She sighs as the discussion quickly turns in to an argument. "I like Gauntlet's plan," she eventually says. "It's less risk to us in the long run if he doesn't know we're coming. Besides, if we let them point us toward him, they have a chance to set-up a trap or an ambush. I'd bet they're waiting for people to come looking for Donny boy."

Anya rolls her eyes so hard it's audible. "Ugh. Fiiine! We can do it your way. Mind you, -one- random guy looking for a guy that, until only fairly recently, -was- around, is NOT a red flag. ONE of us asking for him by name isn't an army shadowing a tail, it's one person who hasn't heard the news. It'd be "Oh, you haven't heard? Donny, ah, he ain't around no more. Sorry, better luck next time" or somesuch.

What say you?"

Sorry, Nick, missed your question.

Gauntlet nods. "Don't see a reason why not. And if for whatever reason it all goes to hell in record time, you can always use me as cover." She gives Nick a wry smile.

Phineas blinks again in confusion, I...uh, yeah, so...I didn't exactly sign up to kill people. He bobs his head and frowns as he looks around at the group. I'm pretty sure that was clear during...whatever that meeting was back there. He thumbs over his shoulder, indicating the back room that they came from. Obviously, I'm not going to stand in your way. I've got no business telling you all how to go about doing your jobs. Just... The elf sighs as he thinks, Look, I'm not averse to doing a few illegal things...obviously...but murder is well outside of my wheelhouse.

Sylvie nods. "We're going to have no problems, trust me. I'd normally just bribe them into silence, but it sounds like the Chrome Boys are nasty pieces of work. Destabilizing them for a while is going to be in everybody's best interest. If you're not comfortable with killing people, though, we won't ask you to do that for us." Sylvie turns to the rest of the running team. "Right, gang?"

Anya shrugs. "Sure. So, Phin, what do you want to do? You wanna go in and try it your way first?"

That said, what's the plan, folks? I'm seeing a few options being tossed about, and I know Nick and Sylvie are aiming to visit Nick's Contact. I like the RP, but I will point out that if you're just trying to figure things out as a team of players, the Discussion thread is good for that. I'm fine with assuming chats over there take place in-character in terms of making plans, in order to help keep us from analysis paralysis or anything.

It's not that I object to killing...I mean, I'm not a fan, but killing is one thing. But, I do object to murder, which is what we're talking about here. Whether you do it or I do, it don't much matter. Phineas shrugs, I don't really have a way, all I had was an idea. We can't ask directly about the guy but we need to know if these chrome guys know anything about him. The elf shrugs, I don't have any particular ideas on how to go about doing that. I'm sure your plan to capture, question, and kill will work. You all seem quite capable of that. It's just not...well, that is, I'm not in that line of work.

The massive troll shrugs, a movement of such immense size that it goes from nonchalant from accidentally menacing. "Again. I don't have a problem with having somebody who isn't a borderline sociopath on the team to keep the body count lower. And Phineas' idea of finding another way to dispose of the interogees does have merit. We don't really want to make enemies of the Chrome Boys, and some of them suddenly going missing with no explanation may make Donny nervous."

"Several hours of unconsciousness is the obvious solution. Or a bribe depending on how greedy they're feeling. We might even be able to outright buy them off to give up Donny depending on how much they like him. Small time thugs aren't exactly known for loyalty."

"I've got some leads here, actually," Nathaniel says as the others keep talking, not removing his goggles but clearly not engaged in the conversation. "I've got an old address on file in Roxbury, courtesy of Lone Star, but it's a few years old. Also, they've got a petty theft charge on record but he walked away clean... it looks like Knight Errant considered picking him up as an informant, but didn't think he was worth it; Lone Star, on the other hand, probably picked up their sloppy seconds." He stops to take a sip of the whiskey again--he picked up another glass before he got to work--and sighs contentedly as he sets it down on the coaster again. "Without taking some time to dig through the servers, that's all I got. I can do that if we want, but if I'm gonna do it without getting my brain fried I'll need some time."

The key here is for them to give up Donny without realizing that's what they're doing. We need to be looking for something else entirely, while still getting the information we need. Phineas looks about the group. Any ideas on that? We could come up with just about any reason to grab a few of their comms, sort through their contact info, and line it up with whatever...uh, he gets, he says, nodding towards Nathaniel. Put that together with what...Sarge...finds and we may get some ideas as to what to ask these guys about.