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"Than you should probably be paying closer attention. I've been using nothing but my eyes for a little while now, the lights where turned off 2 blocks ago. Not my first rodeo sweetheart, any thing else you'd like to tell me how to do, like how to drive, maybe how to breathe? I seem to forget how to do that." Red chuckles, the elf's unblinking gaze never left the road, flicking through Low-Light and Thermovision. 'Great, she's a back seat driver.' the rigger thinks to himself.
"So, I was thinking one easy drive by to get a quick look-see at what we dealing with as far as general layout, possible guards or gangers acting as guards," Red says. The elf was rather proud of himself for not making snarky comment when the suit (or former suit) mentioned having to do her own legwork work again. The fact that she was in one piece after whatever fallout occurred was respectable. "Then, I was thinking about parking a block or so away, depending on what the area looks like, and where I can stow this beast. We'll figure something out, hopefully better Barren's All Night Pizza Delivery." the rigger says with a chuckle.
"Hmmm, old churches in the Barrens...," Red mutters to himself as he thinks. 'Something sturdy, not burned out, able to be defended without major repairs or massive construction.' Red ponders as the GMC eats up the distance.
"Damn you voicemail!" Red thinks with a slight grin to himself. "Hoi chummer. I talked to your cousin at the Mall. He told me to give you a call if I was neighborhood in the for some real, Grade A.., party favors. Hit me up if your interested in some nuyen," Red says and disconnects. "Alright, I hit the vendor's cousin up, got his message box," Red tells the others. "If luck happens to be sitting in our court, we might be able to find out if the Cutters are moving anything that might be from the truck. So, if anybody has a rabbit's foot, now would probably time to rub it."
Pulling up the LTG digits that the rat vendor had given him, Red looks at the ghostly numbers in the corner of his vision. Cutting the Trog rock that had been playing in his ears, he dials up the Glow City vendor. "Hoi chummer, how's it hanging? Your cousin vending out of the Mall told me to hit you up if I was in the 'hood, looking for some nice shiny.., party favors." Red speaks once (if) the owner of the number picks up.
The rigger chuckles at Ahlwin's comment of a split vote. "I would guess we should be able to do some physical recon when we get to the Basement, It's not like the Cutters can lock that place up like a Corp Castle in the Barrens, they simple don't have the resources. I think we should be fine as long as we don't cause a fuss." the rigger says as he merges into traffic. "It really helps no of us are sporting gang colors or tats," the elf adds with a laugh. "Might have to grease a few palms though, nothing shocking there." Red adds with a snort of amusement. "Anything else I might be forgetting? Planning isn't really my strongest point, I tend to be more in the "Wing It" category. It's worked well enough for me, but there are others to consider this time around."
"Okay, so here is my thoughts," Red says as he puts the Bulldog into gear and pulls out of the Mall parking lot. "I'm thinking we head out towards the Bargin Basement, to the last place we can confirm the presence of the stolen truck and hopefully most of the shipment. We'll, more than likely have to do so, or several types of recon when we get to the Basement." Red falls silent for a moment as the Bulldog feeds his chromed brain with local traffic info. "Anybody have any tangible contents in the Barrens we might tap? I have a LTG of someone in Glow city, thanks to the rat vendor. They might, and I emphasize, might, know of someone new running in the area, but that's kinda a long shot, I'll freely admit." "Just so it's out there, I'm really against just blowing through a wall and run in, guns blazing, as I forgot to bring my Invunrability jeans with me tonight. Foolish mistake, I know," the riggers chuckle comes out of the speakers, rather than his throat.
Sorting pics in his field of vision, Red slips the jack into his skull and the Bulldog rumbles to full wakefulness. "It sounds a little like "Simon" spend the extra nuyen for a little bit of protection, rather than relying on the Cutters. Of course, Simon just might be the face of the group, if there is one, and the lackies moving the crates where actual partners." The rigger thinks for a few moments. "Which, if they are a group, we might have to ask for more nuyen if we bring them all in alive," Red's chuckle could be faintly heard under the rumble of the engine.
Sending a message back to Ahlwin, Red's fingers trace the unlock to his Bulldog. "Any chance there are any cameras you could take a look through? Gyro mentioned 2 hogs and a Ford America. I'm wondering if the Ford was the same in the video provided when the delivery truck was run off it's route." "Doors are unlocked," he comments as he slides into the drivers seat.
Nodding as he listens to Gyro, Red taps his chin in thought. Glancing at Jinx, the rigger looks back at the ganger and chuckles. "He's a little.., keyed up at the moment. No worries, we're not here to make a scene." "Thanks for the info chummer," Red says with a nod to Gyro. "See ya around." As Red begins to saunter back to his GMC, he glances over at Ahlwin and nods in response to his message. "That would be excellent." the rigger says with a faint grin.
Using his 'ware, Red brings up still pics he had taken with his eyes. The pic of the truck joins two stills of the vehicles that where visible in the provided video. They where pretty common looking vehicles, but if they happened across them, there was a chance that the elf might recognize them. 'Small chance,' Red thinks to himself. Adding the pic of the seller that Tarnish had provided under the vehicles, Red mulls over the location that the truck was last seen in. The elf wonders how large of a team that the seller was working with or running. It seemed that the Cutter's where getting something out of the deal. Whether it was just nuyen, stuff from the truck or a combination of the two was still anybodies guess.
While the others headed towards the vehicles Red makes his way over to Gyro. "Hoi, chummer, need a little input from ya. When you and the guys where doing the unload for Tarnish a little while back, you happen to notice if anything was odd about the transaction? Maybe some of the suit's muscles be from a dressed down Cutter perhaps?" the rigger inquires.
Red takes a moment while the others finish up to load out the two extra clips. One held the zappers, which he loaded into the gun. The Wire syncs up the gun, confirming the loaded. Smiling to himself, Red slides the heavy pistol into his inner trench pocket. "Wiz."
"Well, I'm always a fan of a bullet that can punch a hole in a motor. Especially one that isn't fired out of a Barrett and is made from depleted uranium," the elf says with a laugh as the Ares ad finishes up. "I've never played around with the zappers though, might be nice rather than having to use a baton. Bodies tend to leave behind angry relatives, something I try to avoid if I can." the elf says with a quite chuckle. "Alright, I think I've made a decision," Red nods. He gets 20 rounds of both APDS and the Stick and Shock, as well as 2 extra clips. Sending his nuyen to the arms dealer, the elf smiles happily when the ammo and clip reach his waiting hands. "Well, I know I'll be visiting again in the near future. Much thanks chummer," Red says with a nod and smile to the cybered human. Looking over at the other runners, the rigger arches his left eyebrow and looks at the door. "I think I'm done shopping now. Ready if you guys are."
"Hmmmmm, so many choices.., so many options, this might take me a moment or two to decide," the rigger says with a chuckle. "Well, I'm glad to hear that we're not stranger anymore." Red smiles and nods to Tarnish. Red was glad that Hawatari had chimed in, she had a excellent idea that he flat out hadn't thought about. Plus, he needed to drool over some ammo. "Sweet wiggling elder tentacles, is that.., APDS I spy?" Red's sharp eyebrows climb towards his hairline.
"Exotic sounds like music to my ears," Red comments as he turns in mid step towards the door. Facing Tarnish once more, the elf grins like the Cheshire cat. "And what exotic little bits of candy do you have to sell? Strangers always have the best candy," Red says with a short laugh.
"Well, anybody else need to finish up a little shopping? Our friend Tarnish has been of great assistance, and we should probably stop taking up his time." Red says with a half grin as he looks at the other runners. He tries to think of any other questions that might deal with their job. "Oh, I would like to buy a box of ammo before we go," the rigger says with a chuckle. Barring any other questions the others might have, waiting for those to asked and answered, Red waits by the locked door. The rigger keeps himself occupied by loading a clip with the slightly oily caseless rounds. The gun was well out of his hands, in one of his trench's pockets, as to not send any stress Tarnish's way. Loading his new weapon, Red puts in a inner pocket, smiling faintly to himself.
"Wiz" The rigger comments as carefully removes a credstick and slots it. Admittedly, he probably shouldn't be spending the money, Red had been looking for a Savalette for a while. The Guardian finds it's way to the elf's eager hands. The new Smartlink goes the process of shaking hands with the Wire in his head. Looking over at the new ARO window that Tarnish had opened up, he listens to the arms dealer. Red looks over the human in the still pic, taken a copy of the pic and files it away in his headware. He nods at Tarnish's warning. "Duly noted, chummer," the rigger says, taken note that the arms dealer was basically given them a warning. The thief wasn't gonna be some push over. Briefly, Red wondered what Ahlwin was talking about with "creating influence beyond a voting block." He was going to have to ask once they got back to the relative safety of the Bulldog. "Right, I'll ask Gyro if he happened to notice anything on our way out," Red adds with a pleasant nod.
Red smiles faintly as Tarnish mentions a team showing up to investigate. "No worries about the guns and ammo, chummer," the rigger says with a nod of his head. He copies the offered ARO, making sure he gets the RFID tag for tracing when they get closer. "I don't suppose you have a pic and handle of the guy who sold you the gear handy?" Red asks the arms dealer. "Oh," Red taps the ARO with the Savalette. "And yes, I'm quite interested in this fine piece of steel." The rigger grins slightly at the ARO of the heavy pistol.
Cruising through the ARO's, Red was glad for the Sensorlink in his commlink. Nothing quite like feeling the weight of the guns, well, it was pretty close to real thing. Bringing up the picture he had taken of the shipping manifest, Red starts checking to see if any of the equipment happened to be in the dealer's list of gear. He stops dead when he comes across the ARO of a Savalette Guardian. "Well, hello sexy thing." The rigger says out loud. Mentally, the rigger composes a quick message and sends to Ahlwin and Hawatari via his comm. "Hey chummers, I'm looking through his catalog manually to see if anything in the shipment is listed. Mind giving me a hand? If your not busy shopping, that is. There's a couple of grade A bang-bangs in here :) " the rigger adds an archaic smiley face with a hint of grin on his face. "Well, seeing as how you look to be an arms dealer, a crate of small arms and ammo where most likely what would come your way." Red comments as he walks over to Tarnish. The rigger was being friendly, as trying to intimate the human would be foolish in the extreme. Even if Tarnish wasn't safely encased behind bullet-proof plasglass and reinforced plascrete, the human looked like he wasn't going to take any drek. "I noticed the Savalette, happen to be in stock?" The rigger asks changing subjects.
Taking another bite of his rat burger, Red cruises through a few ARO's of some different guns. The rigger was was keeping track of the conversation.
"Wiz chummer, thanks again. Where is your cuz's doss at? I'm always keeping my eyes peeled for a sweet deal," Red inquires. The elf didn't really plan on shopping, but was always keeping an eye out for a sweet deal. Taking a bite out of the juicy rat burger, he knuckles a bit of grease from his chin. "Good burger, omae, thanks again" Sauntering back to the others, Red was pleasantly surprised by the rat burger. The meat still had the slight acidic quality to it (it was rat after all) but was pretty tasty, plus hot and dripping with fresh grease. Nodding to the others runners, Red continues his laid back pace towards Tarnish's doss/shop. "Burger's pretty damn good for rat. Anybody have the late night munchies, this will hit the spot," Red says conversationally to the other runners as he takes another bite. The elf doesn't appear to be fazed by the meat type. "Oh, and that guy's cuz appearantly has some good bang-bangs." The rigger mentions as they head to Tarnish.
"Hoi, chummer," Red says with a nod as he walks up to a food vendor. Selecting a burger from the rough ARO images, Red hopes it's not devil rat meat. Rat, he could handle. "Buddy of mine told me to visit a guy named Tarnish if I was in the neighborhood. However, he was pretty deep in a blunt of deepweed so he was a bit vague on where his shop was." The rigger says with a friendly chuckle and smile. Red pays for his food, and selects 50 nuyen for the ARO "tip jar", "holding" the transaction until the vendor spoke up.
"Alright, keep your peepers open for Tarnish," Red says, keeping his voice low and quiet. "Older guy, chromed arm, more of arms and armor kinda guy." The elf glances around the bottom floor of the mall for a few moments as he makes his way to a food vendor. 'Probably should have asked the greeters at the front' Red thinks to himself.
Red deposits the 100 nuyen in the ARO hovering above Gyro's palm. The rigger had almost chuckled out loud at the sight of the VR coin purse, but managed to remain professional. "Thanks chummer," the elf says with a nod of his head. "Alright, retail adventures await, let's be off." Red says looking over his shoulder a the other runners before he saunters into the Mall.
"S'up Gyro, how's it going bro?" Red inquires in a friendly fashion. Not that he had ever met the man before. "Just looking to do a little shopping today. And I was wondering what you would be charging to keep an eye on rides so they and their parts don't wander off. The rigger asks with a slight grin.
"Alright, let's get rolling. Whose riding with whom? On that subject, we might want to limit the number of vehicles that we are taking into the Basement. That much more have to keep secure," Red looks over at the other runners. "Oh, for that matter, if the truck is working, that will have to be driven out as well. Something else for us to think about." The rigger says as a grin slides across his angular features.
"Cool, Tarnish is closer, and on the wayish towards the Bargain Basement." Red looks over at Ahlwin and nods. "Personally, I'm hoping that they just paid of the gang members where they are staying with the truck. Not enough for active protection, but enough to be left alone. " The rigger grins. "It's a faint hope, but not one I'm really counting on." The elf runs a hand through his short, spiky red hair, thinking for a few moments. "Yeah, if we have to make them seem like they actually are a problem for the Cutters, that might be a viable plan. We'll have to see how things shape up as we learn more." Red pauses for a moment and adds, "Well, as long as they don't frag up the truck." Thinking for a few more moments, Red turns and looks over at the mage doctor and arches his right eyebrow. "Jack, can you do the Out of Body magical stuff? My knowledge of magic is pretty close to trid related," Red chuckles as he admits this. "If you can, I was wondering if you could check out the Bargain Basement? Once we narrow down the location of the truck, I mean."
"Alright," Red looks at the other runners, "so, we have a couple of leads. One; being the dude Tarnish working out of the Mall. He might have a few leads, perhaps an idea as to who might have robbed the shipment. Two; is the last known location of the truck, being smack dab in the middle of Cutter turf in the Basement. Which does help us to narrow it down further." The rigger pauses, frowning slightly. "Although, I'm not wild about wandering around Cutter turf to be honest." The elf shrugs his shoulders. "Ah well, such is life." "Anything I might have missed?" the rigger scans the surroundings with his cybered orbs.
"Well, the difference in resistance matters if it's group of gangers or a corp hit squad. Usually in equipment and general level of skill and abilities," Red adds. "Subtlety and reconnaissance are always a good idea. Especially if one doesn't like getting shot or stabbed. Which , personally, I do not like either." The rigger grins faintly.
Smiling warmly, Red slides the funds across the digital world to Ziggy's virtual wallet, throwing in an extra 30 nuyen. "Wiz, thanks babe! Much appreciated, I'll hit ya up in the next couple of days for our trip to the Big Rhino," the rigger says with a grin and a roguish wink. After a little more flirty back and forth, the two disconnect, promising to met up soon. "Well that went better than I could have hoped," the rigger says to himself. Looking at the other runners, a grin slides across the elf's angular features. Red relays what to learned about the truck to the others. "Sounds like they are hold up in the Basement, as of at least a couple of hours ago. Of note, the truck and 2 operators are square in Cutter's Turf." The rigger pauses for a moment. They don't seem to have protection, but the Cutters are also leaving them alone. My guess, is either they are the protection, or someone with some juice is covering them."
"Yeah, shouldn't be an issue chummer. As it happens, I know a couple people," Red says to Ahlwin with a sly grin with a nod of his head. The rigger was chilling, leaning against his van as he keeps an eye on their surroundings. He was glad he had caught Ziggy rather then getting stuck in a video MailBox.
"Right on. Well, if or when you're in the market, I know a few people who might be able to throw something fun under the hood," the rigger says, looking over the truck. "Actual, thinking about trucks, I need to make a quick call. Friend o' mine runs a couple of chop shops. She doesn't work out of the Redmond Barrens, but she hears a lot in the community. 'scuse me a moment." The rigger takes a few steps away, bringing up his 'links contact list. Mentally, Red dials up his contact Ziggy D. He and the troll had an off and on relationship one of the few people he was actually somewhat emotionally invested in. Plus she was a true savant when it came to vehicles. For some reason, the troll had taken a liking to the elf, seemingly enjoying his company. And the rigger enjoyed her company, it was liked dumping a full tank of NOS into his veins, shaking the elf out of "blah" that was his normal day-to-day. "Hey babe," the elf smiles warmly into the AR window. Red looks like he is actually feeling the warm he is showing to Ziggy, his face a touch more animated then normal. By agreement, he always called with the vid active. "I got a small favor to ask of you. I'm looking for a specific truck, and was wondering if you or any other shops might have seen it come through." Red pauses for a moment, bring up the pic of the truck in his cybereyes. He gives Ziggy the make and model of the truck, including the vehicles tracking numbers. "If you would be so kind to see if the truck has shown up, I would be forever grateful. Not to mention covering your going rate, I'll sweeten the pot." The elf's face carries a bedroom smile and winks roguishly . "We'll hit up the Big Rhino, my treat, of course." Aside from the great real meat and food at the Big Rhino, Ziggy loved going with the restaurant that caters to orcs and trolls. Mostly because of the static that the big folk tried to give the near unflappable Red. There where a few slight advantages to the dissociation that clings to the rigger.
"Glad ya dig it. Most non trolls or orcs tend to not like it." Red says with a wicked grin. The red LED lighting from the dashboard gave the elf slightly demonic looking features for a few moments. The illusion was shattered when the Bulldog rolled under a working street light. Turning the Trog Rock up a couple of notches, the two ride in silence, enjoying the screaming metal bursting from the van's speakers. Pulling up into the parking lot behind the Neutral Ground, the rigger pulls up to the others. After a few moments, letting the current song end, the rigger mutes the tunes. Cutting the engine, Red leaves the Bulldog in Stand By, and unplugs himself from the van. Hoping out of the Bulldog, Red nods to the others, closing the door behind him. "S'up chummers, long time no see," Red says with a half-grin. Glancing at the Hunter's Toyota Gopher, the rigger nods as Edmund finishes speaking. "Nothing wrong with a Gopher, Toyota still makes a decent truck. Might look a little clean for the Barrens, but not enough to stand out," the elf comments. "Any fun mods banging around under the hood?" the rigger asks Edmund.
Sorting through a playlist in his AR assisted vision, Red puts together a selection of trog rock. Not wanting to shock Jinx and end up with several bullet holes in his speakers, the rigger slowly fades in the music. Most might consider calling Trog-rock "music" a stretch, considering the music tends to sound like road construction on a busy street mixed with a minigun on full auto. Then, liberally sprinkled with metal ball bearings bouncing around in a dryer. The elf was feeling kind enough to keep the volume low enough so that normal conversation could take place. Plus, it kept the ear bleeding to a minimum. "A little cruising music while we head back," Red comments as the Bulldog joins traffic.
"Nothing, just chilling for the most part, took a look that was about it, Red says in response to Jinx's question.
Once Jinx had finished up, the rigger gets the Bulldog into gear and heads back to meet up with the others. "Get some fun toys?" Red asks as they travel.
"Well, something to cover up your face. Not just because it scares small children, but to conceal your identity from cameras," Red chuckles. "I have a full gas mask for such things, plus, helpful if we've been gassed." Thinking for a few moments, Red taps the end of the cheap chopsticks against his chin. "Maybe a small to medium duffle bag, some gloves. I'm not sure how you normally do things, but I prefer a stun baton if things get personal. Dead people almost always have somebody looking to even the score. Not that I'm opposed to giving people a greeting full of hot lead. Most usually have it coming," the elf shrugs his shoulders. "Plus, if you lift something interesting off, let's say a stunned corp guard, blackmail becomes a possible option." Stirring his noodles with the chopsticks, the rigger looks at Jinx for a few moments. "If your need some ammo, this would be a couple place to pick a few boxes or extra clips. They have standard ammo, nothing to exciting, but hey, it gets the job done." Red adds with a slight chuckle.
Pulling into the army surplus, Red parks the Bulldog, and turns his chopsticks on his noodles with a vengeance. "Okay, if you need to grab any last minute gear, here is your chance. If you need some suggestions, speak now or forever hold your piece," Red says after slurping down a few mouthfuls. "I'll be here waiting for the boss to message me back with the meet up location." Mentally, the rigger was going over his map of Redmond, examining the latest update to the area. From what he could remember, it didn't look like much had changed from the last time he checked.
When Jinx approaches the passenger side of the GMC Bulldog, Red unlocks the door, letting the razor boy (and the noise from the street) in. Stomach growling when the scent of the flavored noodles his his nose, Red floats Jinx the 10 spot via his AR wallet. The elf rigger holds out his hand for his portion. "Wiz, thanks chummer, I'm starving, I missed my normal dinner time," the elf says with a smirk. Tearing into his late dinner, Red lets the GMC's dog brain off it's leash. Entering a destination, the rigger splits his attention between hot soy noddles and his Bulldog's sensors. "So, I'm not sure if we'll have time later, and I'm not sure if you have a "To Go Bag" all set up, but it possible we won't have time to grab it from your squat." Red pauses to slurp down a few mouthful of noodles. "Fortunately, I have a backup plan," the rigger says around a mouthful of noodles. "I'm gonna swing by a surplus store. You can grab some cheap clothes and something to keep your face covered. For when we start the actual heavy work today. I'm not sure of your augments, but the place does sell normal gas masks and the like." The rigger chuckles dryly. "If it's legal, they'll mostly likely have it. It's on the way back to where we are meeting up with the others." "Hey boss," Red says out loud after dialing up Hawatari. "We should be back in say 20 minutes or so. I'll keep ya updated as warranted."
Pulling into a spot across the the Noodle shop, Red sends a message to Jinx, watching for the razor boy. It was probably a good idea to a read on how the human interacted with others. Especially since for the next 24 hours all of their lives could depend on each other. 'Frag, I'm getting old if I'm thinking like that. What happened to just doing this for parts money?' The elf thinks to himself with a snort of amusement. 'It's been what, 2 years since I woke and started doing this. At least I'm still alive, and I'm planning on keeping it that way.' "Yo, I'm across the street can't miss the Bulldog. Finish your square before you get in. No smoking in the enclosed vehicles, I keep the inside like-new. :)" Out of an almost archaic sense of humor, the rigger adds a smiley face to his message and sends it. Laughing to himself, Red "looks" around with his fan senors.
Pulling into the parking structure attached to the apartment complex, "Heaven's Closed" in Redmond, Red slows his bike to a stop. Looking at couple of gang members he could see, Red nods, waiting for the their leader to make his appearance. The big, scarred up breeder doesn't keep him waiting long. "Hoi, chummer, lovely day," Red says with a half-smile upon his face. The gang posturing that was taking place around the rigger was ignored, he'd seen it all before. The Wire in his head was tracking them, almost eager for the chance to act. "Got some beer money for you guys," the rigger, floats the big breeder 150 nuyen to his AR wallet. "Little bonus, it's been a minute since I visited, and since I can't stick around tonight, you'll have to have a few on me." the rigger chuckles. Rolling past the parting gang, Red makes his way up to the top of the five story car park. Parking his Harley next to his GMC Bulldog, mentally putting the bike to Lockdown, popping his right truck top, and then kills the engine. Looking at the Harley, the elf pulls out the small duffle bag and closes the trunk flap. Running his fingers alone the side of the heavy duty van, Red's face was near blank. The Bulldog didn't look like it would be worth pulling apart from the outside, which was exactly what he had payed for. The engine and computer of the Bulldog were almost state of the art, a pleasant gift from Ziggy. Touching the underside of the door handle, the Bulldog unlocks. Slipping into the driver's seat, Red glances in the back of the van, then looks in the mirror. His left hand was plugging into the control console, bringing the jack to his temple. Finishing his visual sweep as the jack clicks into place. Leaning backward, Red slides the duffle with his Ingram next to his "To Go" bag. Making sure that they where hidden from a quick visual inspection, Red turns around. Finished with the GMC's diagnostic sweep, (and making sure the sensors didn't detect any foreign bodies attached to the van), the rigger makes his way out of the carpark. He didn't need anything from his apartment, which meant he wouldn't keep the others waiting too long. Waving to the gang members that where starting to get their drink on, Red pulls into the road. Mentally, he dials up Jinx. "Hey omae, could do me a solid and order me the 10 nuyen Noodle bowl? I got the notes when I pick you up. I'm driving the reddish Bulldog, semitinted windows. I'll shoot ya a message when I'm across the street." Red dictates the messages and sends it to the Razor boy.
Red drops Jinx off a few blocks away from his apartment complex at a decent Noodle shop. "I'll be back in 10 to 15 minutes. I like this Noodle shop, so play nice while I'm gone. And get something to eat while your at it." The rigger heads to his apartment to switch out vehicles.
"Most important thing to remember is to lean with me, not against me, when I'm banking turns. You lean against, there's a good chance we're both eating plascrete. Which is highly overrated in case your wondering," Red says. It is the riggers only warning as the elf lets loose the reins and the steel beast takes off with a rumbling roar. Red heads towards his secondary squat where he keeps his Bulldog currently parked. In addition to the "security" that the apartment complex has, Red had shelled out a little extra to the local gang "protecting" the parking structure. An added incentive to make sure that the GMC wasn't stripped. That, and he told the gang that he would personally feed them to a Troll run Chop-Shop if anything happened to his Van.
Nodding, mostly to himself Red lets the line go dead, and looks back at Jinx. "Alright Captain Cutter, hop on, we're going for a quick ride, and pick up my other set of wheels," Red slides his leg over the big Harley. He half turns and pats the seat behind him. "You been on a bike before?" The rigger asks of the razor boy as the Harley wakes up.
"Thanks chummer, appreciate the info," Red says as he pulls a crumbled 20 nuyen note and holds it for the street rat to make disappear . "I'll keep ya in mind next time I'm in the area, promise. Enjoy the night." Red says with a nod. Waiting for the man to leave, the rigger looks over at the razor boy. "Well, that saves us a little bit of time," Red comments as he uncoils his datacord and slides the jack into his temple. Plugging the other end into his Harley, the bike and elf synch up. Leaving his/the steel beasts sensors on Passive, the rigger leaves the engine off. Mentally, Red dials up Hawatari on his commlink. "Hey boss, our man is in the Squatter's mall, older male, cyber arm. Sells supposedly decent gear, and does repairs. All biz, from the local rumor mill, he seems to be a "Keeps his word" kinda guy." Red informs the other elf quietly. "Should take me...," Red pauses, bringing up a map from his Harley's memory. Say, 35 minutes given traffic. You want Jinx back, or can I keep him for a little while?"
Na, chummer, were doing alright at the moment. But when the itch hits, we'll swing back by. That your squat? Red says, nodding in the direction from where the man came from. The elf holds out a crumpled 10 nuyen note for the tweaker. "You been living in the area long?" Red looks back at the group, his cybered eyes meeting Hawatari's. He arches a sharp eyebrow slightly. They had just been talking about Tarnish, who, from what the Johnson mentioned operated out of the Squatter's Mall. Now they had a chance to possibly find him. Red waits for Hawatari's micro nod for yes, shake for no, before he would ask the "guide."
"Sounds good, chummer. Nice, slight spin on "John Doe," I dig it," Red says with a micro-flash smile and a nod. "A handle is a good way for people to know the you that does the all of the fun, off the books work. Keeps the "Legitimate you" safe. Well, unless someone records you doing something, or you leave some blood or skin behind." The elf lets out a quiet laugh. Briefly, Red wonders what a fragging doctor was doing in the shadows. 'None of my business, I suppose. Still curious though.' the rigger thinks to himself.
"Hmmm? Oh, no, I do not. Where do you guys plan on waiting while I go get some more appropriate wheels for the group? There is no way an autotaxi is going into the Barrens, and the lot of us on bikes would attract the wrong type of attention." Red looks over his shoulder at the other elf, speaking to Hawatari. While the rigger's cybered eyes sweep the inside of the converted mall, he sounds almost bored, disinterested even. Hawatari's keen eyes can pick up that Red more than likely activated his Reflexes. His few movements were unnaturally smooth and precise now. The big clue was that the rigger almost spun on his heel when he heard footsteps behind him on the pavement, hand twitching towards his hidden Crusader. Seeing Hawatari, Red appeared to relax a bit, hand moving back to his side, and smirk wiggled across his face. "Got me." "Are you familiar with the local area? Cause you kind of stand out, no offense," Red says to the corp chica as they walk out and back to the others standing around his Harley. He had plastered a half-grin on his sharp angled face. The rigger looks over at the other elf running an appraising eye over her clothing. "If someone managed to hit you with a truck to knock you out, your clothes along would feed a brood of orks for a few weeks. And I doubt that the shipment has left the Barrens, so we're more than likely going to be mucking about there. Hope everyone has had their shots." The elf says with a quiet chuckle. "What's your plan, boss? the rigger asks of the elf when the reach the others. His unblinking green shot with chrome gaze sweeps the local area.
Nodding to the other runners as he rolls by, Red grins and points towards the cheap squat. "Meet ya up there in a few seconds. I'll snag us a room real quick." Hugging himself to the big bikes frame, Red roars off. He is nice enough to not gun the engine, figuring the others might need their hearing. A few moments later, the elf pulls into the parking lot, giving the other vehicles a little bit of "respectful" space. Sliding the jack cable into a pocket, rendering his Harley locked until you jacked in, and had the right passphrase. One day he was going to have to rig up some sort of shock charge if someone tried to steal it. 'Someday. Like after I find a suborbital full of loaded credsticks,' Red thinks with a snort of amusement as he walks through the door. Glancing around, the rigger looks for the office. Red mentally clicks on his Wires as he glances around. 'I'm curious to know how corp chica knew I had a reflex job with them off. Perhaps movement, but I don't think my motions with them off are unnatural looking. I'll have to check on that,,' Red thinks about his camera setup at his shop. Pretty sure I haven't slotted off a corp enough to warrant a Security Profile.'
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