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Glad to hear that ARC, whenever you're ready :)

OK....all the best ARC

Bug appraises the thugs lounging about the entrance to the building he wants to enter.

Closing his eyes, his mind recalls the estoteric patterns that will fool other's eyes and cause them to not see him.

Invisibility (Force 4)
Spellcasting(6) + Magic(4) 10d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 1, 5, 3, 4, 6, 4, 6, 6) = 40 = 4 hits
Drain = Force/2 :2
Resist Drain
Willpower + Logic 7d6 ⇒ (6, 5, 4, 3, 5, 4, 2) = 29 = 3 hits, no drain damage

Opening his eyes once again, he is satisfied that the magic was working correctly, he could feel its gently tug on his conciousness as he maintained its effect.

However, as his mysticism tutor taught him, leave nothing to chance.
So as he eased his way out of the alley, he used all of his training to remain silent as he chose the path through the thugs that would expose him to the least amount of proximity.

Infiltration(10) + Agility(4)14d6 ⇒ (4, 1, 2, 4, 5, 1, 1, 2, 5, 5, 1, 2, 6, 3) = 42 = 4 hits

From his vantage point, Bug taps his chin thoughtfully.

Looking up he looks for any likely neighboring buildings that would provide a different vantage point... ideally looking down into the 32nd unit of the mystic's building.

"Yeah, home is where the runners is.... I think that's how it goes. " Bug says, standing up and stretching

'I'll go " he says smiling "It'll be good to get back in the game again!"

"Only address on file is for the mystic...hmm, this'll be interesting."

Bug flips through the file, eyes intent on capturing each and every detail.

Looking up to the shadowed image of Mr Lawrence, "OK. Which one's in charge. They'd either have the item or know where it was. Or was one of the deceased, the leader?"

"Whoa, there Mr." Bug exclaims "Don't be so hasty, we're in business for some business.... anybody that ol' Greybeard trusted is someone we can trust...right, Blackie?" he says giving a Black Sheep a look.

"Glad to hear that old Greybeard kept busy and obviously profitable. " Bug says to the screen, leaning against Black Sheep "Well if Greybeard found you useful, I think we might be able to come to an understanding as well."

Bug steps off of the elevator after Black Sheep does, standing with his hands on his hips, declaring "Now this is more like it!!"

Trotting down the bunker, he looks in the various bays and rooms, crowing with delight now and again.

His cursory inspection finished, he saunters over to where Black Sheep glowers at the desk display before him.

Peering over Black Sheep's elbow, he says "Watcha got there, Blackie?"

Bug claps his hands in delight, "Couldn't have done it better myself, Rabbit! Well found and uncovered, indeed !"

He moved forward cautiously, peering into the elevator.

Perception 3d6 ⇒ (5, 4, 3) = 12 1 hit

Seeing the Hotspur, Bug pauses in the doorway. "OK, that I don't like."

Seeing 'Sheep checking around the vehicle, calls out "Careful there, Blackie, I don't like the feel of this."

forgot to roll start nuyen 4d6 + 12 ⇒ (2, 6, 3, 6) + 12 = 29 x 100 = 2900

Feeling the plane come to a stop, Bug closes his eye for a moment and thinks back only a couple of hours ago, the way too quick departure from Seattle....what a snafu that was...won't be headed back there for sometime.

With rueful chuckle, Bug grabs his carry on bag and joins the queue to leave the plane, seeing a couple of his fellow 'runners here and there in the crowd.

While waiting for his baggage, Bug resists the urge to "examine" the contents of the other passengers' pockets.

Having collected his belongings, he sidles up beside Goldylocks just as he finished his comment to Black Sheep.

"That's right Blackie, we've got some nuyen to earn. Hopefully, Greybeard's got a good one for us, instead of that clusterf#!& up north." Bug smiles.

Ok finally done. Apologies for the delay.