Yeah, that sounds good. Minerva and Sheep I presume will go back to the garage to wait for the others. She'll also send them a short message detailing a brief overview of what she knows, not trusting the connection's secure around here.
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Good news, man.
Minerva glances back up and down the street, making sure this isn't some petty ganger's attempt at a trap. Seeing nothing, she turns her head back to look at the crusty looking salesperson. "Riiiiight, that's a high price for some pissed-on soydog. I'm hoping the taste'll be worth it!" She says the last bit with a bit of emphasis. Ready to transfer the nuyen through her link, Jackrabbit steps closer to the man and speaks quietly. "Domino, Chips, Garbeck. Runners, decided to keep a kind of artifact for themselves instead of dropping it where they should've. I need to know where they are." She steps a pace away from the man. "And please hold the mustard. I can't stand f@##ing mustard."
Minerva frowns and makes her way to the end of the block, around the way and back around from the same direction. Pretending to be browsing his wares, she speaks without looking at the man. "What the hell do you want?"
It's apparent Minerva is not the most talkative sort.
"Hrm. I could go around, do some sight-seeing. I'll head downtown, start talking to some people, just cruising for rumors, information on these guys. See if anybody's heard of them." Jackrabbit puts her hand to her stomach. "Maybe even grab a bite to eat. Airplane food's not exactly what I'd call food."
Jackrabbit sighs her head and pinches her temple. "F**+in' A, I've got a headache coming on." "Yeah, good. We're not hired hitmen. I'd rather not our rep starting out here is of some fools with a hard-on for smoking other runners." "Also, what kind of gear are the idiots supposed to be packing? I'm not just talking guns. What about security equipment? Vehicles?"
Minerva nods at Bug. "Interested? Very. Just give us a time, place and overview. Oh, and by the way, save the anonymous thing, how'd we go about contacting you again?
Jackrabbit crosses her arms over her chest and gives the computer screen a doubtful look. "You know, when we last saw each other Greybeard told us he'd be retiring. Apparently not, mind. It looks like the old man just couldn't stop, but what exactly did you do for him, and on that note, what exactly did Greybeard do here?"
Jackrabbit almost breaks out laughing as she enters the cavernous whitewashed space. Pfft, thought Greybeard said he'd retire," she says, giggling. She catches sight of the hoists and moves to peer at them. "Oh Greybeard, you beautiful man, you. You always knew how to make a girl swoon." At Sheep's beckoning, Jackrabbit moves over to investigate the console. "Could be a Johnny-boy. If so, our coming here's either been foretold or noticed by somebody." She starts scratching fervently as worry lines cross her face. "Not that we were trying to stay incognito or something, but still... Guess it's best to answer."
Heh, was wondering what happened to you.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm just that damn good," Minerva says as she steps away from the hoist controls and next to Bug. "Yeah, that's more Greybeard's style."
Biting her lip, Jackrabbit gives the hoist controls a thorough analysis. If nothing seems out of the ordinary she'll try to turn them on.
Jackrabbit's sense of ease is immediately lifted as she enters the dusty, unkempt space. "The hell is with this?" she says aloud. "Greybeard was borderline OCD. Hell, I got whacked a couple of times just for leaving soycaf cups on the wrong table at the wrong time, and this place is filled with them." She steps forward to investigate the Hotspur. "Never figured Greybeard for the sentimental type. This ride was busted, needed a good few weeks of repair before she was close to ship-shape, and even then I thought we agreed the ride was too hot. Hell, hardly thought I'd ever see it again." Jackrabbit crosses her arms and a disappointed look crosses her face. "Looks like he's hardly worked on it at all."
Minerva whistles as the lawyer lists off the contents Greybeard has left to her. "Erm, yeah, thanks. I'll... get those signed right now. As she walks over to get the troll's paperwork sorted away, Jackrabbit turns and walks backwards, gesturing at the rather dilapidated estate with a wry smile. "See, nothing to worry about. We're already home!
Throughout the plane ride, Jackrabbit seems, to the other occupants sitting around her, almost absurdly relaxed in spite of some rather upsetting turbulence during takeoff. She hums a tuneless tune and taps away her hand on the handrest, eyes closed, much to the annoyance of the persons sitting next to her. She sidles into the aisle as the plane slows its descent to its final stop and crawls lethargically off the plane, making her way at her own place to where her team stands. She comes to their position in time only to hear the last minute of conversation. "Oh come off it you guys. What, would old greybeard leave us a large helping of his estate just so we'll have to jump through hoops. This is great! A new city, a new start." "We just gotta take it easy and go with it." With that, Jackrabbit walks out a bit and starts making some calls on her link, making the necessary arrangements to have her vehicles transferred across the border and into San Francisco.
Done and done.
Rasputin here. This is Minerva. I'm just going to hammer out some more of the backstory and personality, but she's all there. I was dreading having to copy it all down from chummer until I realized there was an option for printing in text. Made things a whole lot easier. Have a look-see. I'll also roll for starting nuyen now. X 50 = 5,500 nuyen. |