The Spanish Suitcase (3rd ed)

Wolf looks first left then right, watching the others. Not seeing anyone jumping to ask questions, he then directs his attention to the Johnson, and shakes his shaved head.

"So we'll be hearing from you shortly about where we'll be meeting this buyer then?" ScareCrow wanted as much detail about the place as possible, not wanting to jump into an ambush with both feet. "Or is that something that we will be arranging on our own time?"

"Well in that case, I would suggest we contact this Mr. O'Maley and see what kind of information he can get for us, and we'll set it up from there," ScareCrow looked around the room to see if the others agreed or disagreed with his analysis.

Keying on his pocket secretary he sent a quick message to his hacker friend, Mr. Slim, to see if he could dig up any information on either Professor Dee or Mr. O'Maley.

The Johnson smothers another smile.

But, my dear sirs, you are Mr O'Maley. He gestures to them all to emphasise the word you.

It has been set up so you can be in command of the details that are so important in such matters.

Taur would sit in his chair, frankly bored to death, he hated this bit o' planning part of all runs. "So's far as i see it, We go in pretendin' to be this Mr. O'Malley, and trade your goods and get it back to you. But we have to call them to set-up the arrangement. Shouldn't be to bad if we can pick our own spot. I'd say somewhere with a decent view o' the ocean would be nice."

"Ah, I seem to have misheard," said ScareCrow "I apologize. In any case, which of us is going to pull off an irish accent to be the Mr. O'Malley? And I'd agree with Mr. Taur here, a nice ocean view would be nice and open, plus the waves could mask any unwanted listeners. Not to mention the obvious place to dump a body if need be."

"If ye be needing a true son of eire, i'm about as close as your going to get in this part of the world, my mother's a daughter of the emerald isles, my father's was french. Besides i have a certain way with people, to make them see that our interests are in their best interests." A smile would begin crawling over his lips as taur had the imaginings of making all the people he was about to meet his daily lunch.

The Shadow chuckled at the comments so far. "Well, there are plenty of people named O'Malley that ain't from Ireland. But yeah, someone with the skills to talk a mean game should probably be the one to pose for the part. The rest of us are simply there as backup."

He paused, considering the decker's words. "As for a spot to meet, I know a nice little dive a couple blocks from the Renraku Arcology. Don't worry, there aren't any drones allowed in the place." He chuckled at his own joke. Ok, so maybe for them it wouldn't be so funny, and really, it wasn't all that funny to him, either, but at least he was alive, and still in (mostly) one piece, right?

"Renraku Arcology? Heh. Works for me." Wolf had walked over to the bar and helped himself to another Guinness. He sat back down and took a sip as he thought for a moment. "Should we all show at the meet, or would it be better for some of us to hang around out of sight? And where should we meet up with our decker friend there?"

Bowing formally the Johnson makes his exit through the door he arrived from.

Ahem.

Maurice clears his throat before continuing.

The room is yours for a further half hour. If you require anything, please ring the bell for service, and I will be with you post haste. He indicates an old fashioned bell pull, then leaves through a door disguised in the panelling behind the bar.

"Well, looks like we've got ourselves two Mr. O'Malleys," ScareCrow nods towards Taur and The Shadow, "As for setting up a meeting time, Burk, you think you could get in contact with Professor Dee and set it up?"

(ooc sorry I'm late what happened to this run?)

Burk looks at the screen and thinks:

I really need to get over there

"Well uh, I'd like to but the case, that Mr. Johnson mentioned; with the information on this buyer is over there... I guess you could check it out and send me the info? We really need to meet somewhere. Somewhere close to where we are going to make the trade. Anyone got a time-share on a beach house?"

Things need to pick up. If this Professor D. was waiting for a buyer he might sell it to someone else and then we would be in deep drek.

Wolf is no longer sipping his Guinness... he gulps it. His stomach, empty for so long, was now being filled by the thick drink. He finishes with a deep sigh of appreciation, and gets up on his feet and heads over to the bar for yet another refill. As he pours his drink, he turns his head and looks back over his shoulder at the group. "I'm thinking that we got a few things that need doin'. We need to contact the buyer, and set up the meet point. We also ought to do some snoopin' on the parties involved, so ka?" He takes a swig of his newly poured drink. "Why don't we split ourselves into parties and each take a task?" He walks back to his seat, drink in hand. "Frag, but I love having a full stomach!" He takes yet another swig.

ScareCrow thinks back to any contact he'd had with the mafia recently, then keys a quick note to Guido Cagliarri (lvl 2 contact, Mafioso) to see if he had heard anything about a Professor Dee. He knew the Professor hadn't necessarily done work with the mob before, but he certainly wasn't unable to, and seemed pretty quick to sell to O'Malley.

"Unfortunately, I don't have any properties on the beach, maybe we could use the advance cash to rent a neutral spot for the meet?" He begins to mentally calculate the money they had been given so far. About 25,000 nuyen. Not a bad sum to rent a little spot with a nice view for a couple days. Hopefully whoever owns it won't mind a few bullet holes or broken walls if the drek hits the fan like it always does.

"Hey, Burk, you wanna scan the matrix for a spot that might look good for the meet? Something away from the locals as much as possible preferably. And also see if you can't find anything about Professor Dee while you look. I'll see if I can get in touch with Scopes, he might be able to arrange a little visit to the Ork Underground, maybe we can get a closer look at the good Professor before the buy." He then opens his pocket secretary one more time to send a message to Scopes about possibly 'visiting' the underground in the near future. (Scopes Lvl 2 contact, Fixer)

" What ya guys think? Wanna take a field trip to the dregs of society?"

Wolf looks over the rim of his drink at the tall elf, his face puzzled. "We not going with that Renraku Arcology idea? Why blow money on a meet spot when we got a whole abandoned arco to use?" He runs the back of his hand across his mouth, wiping away the foam from his drink.

"Oh, I've got nothing against the arcology, just trying to compromise. The idea of a beachfront property that could hide noises, guns, and bodies could be very useful. You know something about Renraku's failed fortress that the rest of us don't?"

"He might not, but I do."

The Shadow looked at the others, and decided a moment of truth, or at least semi-truth, would be called for. "I worked at the Arcology, before the AI decided to turn people into his experiments. Its where I got a lot of my ware. So I'd say I know the ins and outs of the place pretty well. Worst comes to worst, I know someone else familiar with the place, who can help out."

"And the only people likely to be on the Arcology grounds would be the truly desperate squatters. Everyone with means to be elsewhere is scared that the AI will come back, I reckon. And you really think anyone will respond to a call of gunfire at the Arcology? Its free, isolated, and no one will come looking. I can't think of anyplace better, can you?"

"Why meet in someplace quiet, why not public, it's free, and innocents mean that this will indeed be a fairly safe environment. IF you truly wish to use your arcology, be my guest, but i would insist that we personally setup the meeting zone for our own safetly first, cleaning out any undesirables. Than set traps along the way, we use the arcology as our base, and have them meet us on our terms. Either way, we meet at the arcology, and i have a phone call to make." Taur would take the number on the card for Professor D and send it a text message that it was time to set up an appointment, signed Mr. O'Malley.

Wolf puts down his empty glass, a look of satisfaction on his face. "Why not both? We invite them to meet at the bar, then invite them back to the arcology for the actual item swap. That way, they get to feel all nice and safe, and we use the excuse of not wanting to conduct the test in public to get them to the killing ground." Wolf grins... well, wolfishly. The thought of bringing down easy prey fills him with a warmth that matched the alcohol he'd just drank.