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Cheddy shrugs. We need to find that out. I can make a SIN that'll pass well enough for a glance. It depends on how well they check their contractors.

Cheddy sits at the table with the other two sipping on a tall glass of something clear. Surely it's water. He is completely unbothered by the previous night's party and arrived this morning invigorated and ready to work. Problem is... there's no people to work right now. So he sits and helps out where he can.
The news of an interested mage makes his smile. Sounds good! All I can do is catch auras sometimes. Most of my powers are focused inward.
He muses for a bit. What if I were to get a job with one of the delivery companies, or even the kitchen staff. Might be a good way to get a look inside.

I'm certainly not! Cheddy laughs and gets the party started. He makes sure to give Luna the stick though. The last thing they needed was a lost stick of seed money. Soon he's out in the crowd rubbing shoulders and dancing the night away. He has just about every patron cased and associated with the others in a matter of hours.

Make it official, my good man. We're on the case. Cheddy lifts his glass in toast. To fortune and fortunes!

Cheddy raises an eyebrow. Acquire a certain Hardback book of magical wololo from Takahashi of the Todo clan from above his restaurant, quietly. This is part 1 of 3 and is a precursor to the other parts. The quieter we can do this the better.

Cheddy nods. Sounds like we have some preperations to make. We'll do it. And sooner rather than later, I think.

Cheddy lets some incredulity slip into his tone. So we don't even know the exact book we're lifting and trying to forge? Does it have any known identifying markings at least?

Cheddy leans back and nurses his drink. Sounds doable, with the right help. Anything more on this text we're snatching?

Ya. This is likely more than the three of us can handl on our own. We will probably need a couple specialists to augment or own capabilities.
Cheddy takes a glance at the information from Gig before filing it away for later. But We haven't yet come to the most interesting part of this conversation: what's it worth to us?

Gig. Mind on the job, please. Cheddy gently reminds. What do you know of Yakusa networks?

Cheddy chews on this task as he takes a steady drink of his own. Ok. If we're going to pull this off I hope you're holding a lot more info than just that, but I expect that here in a moment. First, which boss? I'd hate to get embroiled in a conflict of interest.

Cheddy smiles at the banter and discreetly orders a round of middle quality. It's a safe bet, given the circumstances, but his compatriots were already throwing enough chaos into these proceedings as it was.
He responds, You could call us family, as deep as that runs for our kind. I wouldn't say he kept all the smarts though. Just the ones I didn't want.

Cheddy, for his part, takes a moment to adjust to the atmosphere. This is his turf, and he takes to it like a shark among guppies. But nicely. In under a minute he's gliding between conversations, greeting people like they're old friends, cracking jokes in passing and suddenly he has a drink from... somewhere. He takes an indirect route over to their contact. In spite of what one might expect, he becomes very difficult to track in the crowd of revelers. He seems to become one with them much like Luna's color shifting suit.
In spite of the indirect route, he arrives at their contact in a respectable amount of time and slides into a chair. Greetings. And thanks for the invite. He says with a deferential nod and a raise of his glass.

Thankfully he only came with his concealed holdout pistol. It was supposedly scan-proof, but he wasn't about to spoil this on a stupid risk like trying to smuggle weapons into a popular club. He steps over and places the weapon in the care of management. Besides, if the interior was as chaotic as he was suspecting, getting a shot at anything more than point blank range would be next to impossible.

Cheddy strides up to the trolls like he has a reason to be there. Because he does have a reason to be there. He approaches the trolls and gives the name of their contact quietly so as not to pass on me key name to other people in line who might want to piggy back on to him and his.

As a person who has never really gone to any place like this, I have no idea how to proceed. It doesn't seem like joining the line is an option.

Cheddy arrives in his Hyundai Shin-Hyung and pings Gig to let it into his network as soon as he's parked in a local garage. He then walks to the club and signals that he's ready. In all honesty, he's more than ready. He's wanted to visit this club for a long time, but never had a pressing reason to do so. Maybe he can stay after the meeting and see what the dance floor was like...
He carried his Fichetti Tiffani Needler in its writ holster and trusted his mouth (and his fast talk pool of 14) to get him through security with it. He probably wouldn't need to though. When the pat you down they rarely feel the forearms.
Cheddy looks nice today. He's wearing a sleek autioneer's suit that Gig can quickly see is sheilded vs EM and thermal. It's a subtle statement of intent. He was protected, but not aggressive.

It is. As usual, Al knows more than he lets on. I'll be in a suit. You can come in whatever. But I think it's important that neither of us is ever alone. This place sounds like the kind of veiled dangerous that'll make you wish for an honest fight.

Cheddy picks up what his Fixer is laying down and returns the favor. You got me, my man. I'll grab my guys and we'll be there or my name isn't cheesy! See ya soon!
He hangs up and shakes his head. It's always jarring to hear him actually speak. I'm so used to his notes that hearing him with preform for a client is like hearing another person. Anyway, we got a job, but there's a lot of unknowns right now. He couldn't risk it over a call. And that makes me paranoid. Gig, do you think you could covertly set us up some extra eyes if you were to get there a little early? Luna and I can arrive after you and see what we can get out of our Johnson.

What kind of club is this?

Once at Al's, Cheddy finds a stool at the bar. He orders a middle of the road drink and nurses it while small talking with other patrons. Of all the things he needed right now, normalcy was chief. somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he had just fought with a giant sewer monster which may or may not have escaped from a major corp just after he sold a blank to somebody else, but these things were thoroughly suppressed right now.
For now he was just Cheddy, and that was enough.

For now.

Cheddy had noticed this speak of drop off before money too. Let's divide the pay, ya. I have some things I need to buy! After that you can drop me at Al's.

Cheddy groans as soon as they're sure they're in the clear. He stretches his tight muscles as much as he can. I need a bath. And a drink. And sleep. How do runners do things like this constantly?

Cheddy chuckles a bit, Ya, I'm just glad we made it back alive. I hope your research bears fruit soon, Dr.

Cheddy shrugs Yes. This is sounding shadier all the time. I'm not sure I want anything to do with an Aztek Bio-contraption, if that's what this is. And if they're targeting you somehow through this thing. he clicks his tongue and shakes his head. Well I'm not sure I want any Corpo actively paying attention to me.

Not to worry, good Doctor. I'm in a similar situation to you, though I've chosen a somewhat more underground existence.

Cheddy makes a low whistle after the Doc is done. Well, you're just full of surprises, aren't ya, Doctor?

Cheddy takes the downtime to observe what's happening as fuel for small talk later. One could never have too many topics to know just a little bit about at a party.

Str 2 lol

The mention of payment inspiress Cheddy and he works double hard to get the thing in its cage before it wakes back up. This is accomplished with much groaning and a visible sheen of sweat when he's done.

Cheddy helps where he can, feeling just sightly useless. Luna was the hero here, and he was glad to give her the attention she deserved. Our, in the case of her wounds, needed. He just really hoped the payday would come soon.

Cheddy does as he's told and watches the monster with a pistol over it's head and Tranq rounds loaded. The smell of blood and disinfectant makes him want to gag, but he holds it down.

Cheddy gulps and starts to breathe heavily from the sheer amount of adrenaline coursing through his system. Is it still alive? He calls to Luna.

Cheddy, now being at a right angle to it compared to Luna, also tries to shoot it in the knee, but the shot is clearly difficult and he can't quite land the shot.

Just as he lands, Cheddy drops the drone from his back onto the walkway.

Cheddy is normally not uncomfortable around strangers, but this was certainly an exception. As the monster gets waaaay too close for comfort, Cheddy just jumps as hard as he can across the water! He should have landed in the sewage, but for some reason his body just... defies gravity and he manages to not fall as fast as he should! He lands easily on the other side!

Cheddy continues backpedaling and firing in the hopes that the thing won't see him as the easier snack and turn to get him instead!

bang?: 4d6 ⇒ (6, 6, 4, 2) = 18 = 2 hits!

Cheddy backs away steadily and starts carefully firing tranq rounds at the monster

pistol: 4d6 ⇒ (5, 1, 1, 1) = 8 1 hit

init: 5 + 2d6 ⇒ 5 + (2, 5) = 12

Cheddy shouts in surprise and almost falls over himself as he makes space between himself and whatever that was. His hand instinctively goes for his tranq gun.

perception: 6d6 ⇒ (1, 6, 2, 5, 1, 3) = 18 -> 2 hits

perception: 6d6 ⇒ (1, 4, 2, 1, 3, 1) = 12
I'm not sure. Everything looks the same down here.

There are a fundamental difference between Luna's and Cheddy's attempts to hunt. Luna was hunting the beast. Cheddy was hunting Luna. How did she keep disappearing like that!? It's not like there was much cover here, after all!
Still, he does his best to keep up. The last thing he wants is for this thing to find them separated.

This is exactly the opposite of the kinds of environments in which Cheddy liked to find himself. Bright lights, loud music, merry people were greatly preferred. But nuyen was nuyen, so here he goes into the mouth of hell. He shoulders his rifle with a sigh and motion Luna forward with an After you, my lady.

Cheddy shrugs. I'm good enough to escape dinner parties before they become a bore. I guess if I didn't move much I could hide pretty well.
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Basically, yes. I'll make sure we aren't bothered by any random passers-by. I'd hate to get towed just because we parked incorrectly while we're trying to pull this off.
Are you sure you don't want me down there with you, Luna?

Is one of the damaged conduits nearby too? We might be able to set up a kind of heat map if we have enough evidence to try to predict the greatest likelyhood of spotting it.

Cheddy, who's eyes have long since glazed over, manages a huh? Interesting? How?

While Gig is busy doing whatever Cheddy busies himself with posting on a couple social media sites and generally keeping up with the latest gossip.

When told, Cheddy checks his link and tries not to look too confused at that last bit. Well done. This is really not my thing, but I'm here for whatever you need me to do. Let's go bag us a big ugly!

I don't even know how a gun really works. I just know how to point one at whatever I need to disable. Give me a good dinner party any day.

Cheddy yawns and leans back in his chair (which isn't far in this cramped space, but still). Don't look at me. The best idea I've got is to just rub the stuff on the bullet and hope it doesn't fall off on the way.