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![]() Spotting only one preoccupied observer in the kitchen, Johnny decides to attempt sneaking from here. He drops low, hugging the ground and hoping that the smoke will go far in concealing his presence as he makes his way to the store proper. Sneaking: 6d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 6, 1, 4, 3) = 20 If he makes it past the kitchen he'll quickly duck off to an unpopulated area to wait a few minutes before casually entering the dining room. ![]()
![]() "3,000 nuyen for a trip to the grocery store, Mr. Hampton. That's the price per runner, mind you." He pauses for a moment, crossing and uncrossing his legs. "The reason I say so is for our mutual benefit, that you may better know your bargaining position." Abruptly he gets up from his seat and examines some of the contents of the shop "I assume you possess all of the proper licenses and permits to operate this store front, Mr. Hampton? Or, you have access to convincing fakes, at least." Johnny pauses again, considering something. A legitimate, licensed medical professional was certainly useful, especially considering the constant stream of semi-legal drugs that Johnny had been buying off of random black market dealers until now. "Here is my offer:" "I'll take 500ny up front, later if things become particularly difficult you'll pay for any expenses as well. Further, once this business is done you will make your storefront available to me, regardless of what it is that I ask you to acquire." ![]()
![]() Johnny sits patiently as the elf explains his story. The man deserved a chance to make a case for himself after all. He doesn't show anything beyond interest, however, and only once Hampton has finished does he speak, his voice deep and gravelly with only a slight accent to hint at his European upbringing: "Tell me, Mr. Hampton, do you know how much it usually costs to hire a runner?" ![]()
![]() Bosnian raised with a national SIN, but I was born on the steps of the french embassy which netted me a dual-citizenship. Did a short stint with a private security firm; part of which involved exposure to a new synthetic combat-drug which ended up inducing some level of adept powers in about 60% of the participants regardless of their previous physical state (including augmentations). Ended up moving to the states and setting up shop there to be closer to the drugs production centers (shipping costs to Eastern Europe suck); warning labels stat serious side-effects may occur if the program is dropped and I'm not too keen on figuring out what that entails. I have a safehouse with my low lifestyle under the fake SIN of "Kyle Whitaker". It's registered as a construction warehouse/storage area and is combined with my fake commercial explosives license. My second fake SIN is "Edgar Hyke", noted firearms collector and enthusiast with the rest of my fake firearm/gear licenses. The third fake SIN is for "Charles L. Grosoff" and is used for purchasing groceries/day-to-day living and is also the registered renter for my medium lifestyle apartment. |