Sins Of The Father

Sloe moves towards the undamaged doors at the end of the car. Exits and steps away from the car, Turns his head thru a arc.

Watches the gangers leave fast. Looks at the blood.
"Someone wanted to give us a interesting reception, with that blood."
Visual Perception Test 4 hits
Audio Perception Test 11 hits
Smell Perception test 6 hits

Looking around the empty station watching the pipe that the ganger dropped moments ago roll across the floor. Lazarus Looking around looks at his com and deleted the awaiting message Ok I am out of here I am not up for frak like that.....!!!!! He makes his way out of the station as quick as possible. As the team looks around the station and at the blood coated train the smell of blood hangs heavy in the station. the team keeps hearing a soft beep of a awaiting message.



////Incoming Message/////

Well I have to say you handles pretty well I think i would have tried another less bloody way but you got the job done. Ok if you are still want the job i think you have proven yourself capable. Please come to the address attached to the file and we will continue in a less public place.


////End transmission////................................

As soon as the message is done the deletes itself leaving only the address...If a matrix is searched is done nothing can be found. Who ever is doing this know the stuff.

the address given leads you to a less favorable part of the city one steel door and one large garage door. trash little the side walks and streets the area dose not look like it gets alot of street traffic you feel your being watch but from where you can not find who or what.

Jazz turned to face her improptu companions, wondering why they had all decided not to respond to her after she had proven that she was at least capable of shooting at them, and didn't. She shrugged, and turned toward the stairs. Now that her arms were working properly again, and the kinks were mostly out of them from holding her onto the side of the train for more than 5 minutes, Jazz had a meeting to get to.
She stopped dead in her tracks when the "flashing light" of a message waiting signal was replaced by a live feed. And one that she had not authorized...

Having heard the message, Jazz flicked her fingers in a way that would indicate to any VR user that she was wearing VR gloves, and was navigating her Commlink. A few moments later she had the address, and had loaded it into one of the simpler mapping programs, which was limited to only the Greater Seattle Area, which was plenty far enough for most of her uses. - And besides, the simpler programs use less power, so the battery is less likely to wear down. She thinks to herself, resuming her light stroll toward the stairs and out of the train. Jazz had somewhere to be.

Many Skins, just realising how bad the situation he was just in realy was, at least for "just a test", stumbles out of the train. He calms his breathing for a moment, trying to ignore the blood stain in the air. After reading the message on his commlink and doing a quick matrix search to get a cross on the city map where to go, he looks up and asks arround: So you are the team then, I guess. I'm called Many Skins. Care to travel together to the meeting point? Just in case there are some more tests to be done.

Jazz smirks. Mostly she is amused by her own foolishness at not having noticed already, but she is somewhat amused by the situation as well. Choosing not to advertise the fact that she was somewhat slow coming to the same conclusion "Many Skins" had just broadcasted, Jazz nods toward him.
"Yeah... Ahm in. Ahm called Jazz. I got a special kinda relationship with muh guns." Jazz says, her voice oozing off her tongue like warm molasses. It was likely quite obvious that the "stereotype" of Orcs did, in fact, apply somewhat well to Jazz. She is most definitely not the sharpest tool on the bench, and she most certainly can take care of herself physically.
Once she had agreed, and introduced herself, Jazz reached backwards and pulled out a small pouch with some replacements for her spent ammo. Since she carried a backup clip for each gun, she didn't usually have very much in the way of loose ammo, but always just a little. In case there is a lull, and there is time. Like now.
Carefully selecting the correct bullets, and holding them in one hand (9 flachettes, and 1 normal) Jazz pulls out first one of her flachette guns. She ejects the clip into her hand, and slides the bullets into the clip, depressing the spring mechanism to make sure that the rounds stay in the gun. When she has finished that gun, she replaces the clip and attends to the next. 3 guns later, Jazz is finished, and satisfied, and she shows it with a large grin.
"Ahm ready when you are." She says in her slowly plodding voice. The accent of the slums not as heavy on her tongue as it could have been, but still quite obvious.

Sloe checks reservoir in pistol, takes out a cartridge plugs it in, watching Smart Gun link change to full, disconnects cartridge.

"I am Sloe Gyn, yes traveling together would be prudent decision." Holsters squirtgun, and looks around where they are.

"I am a sneak, covert listener, and forward observer operations specialist."

Takes a handiwipe from his pocket and removes splattered blood from his clothes. Tosses handiwipe into trash can.

Jack's fingers finally brushed across the cold, smooth metal of his gun and with a sigh he pulled the thing to him, holstering it by feel in the dark. Before his hand leaves the interior of his coat he pulls out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Slowly, carefully, he pulls a smoke from the pack and lights it. He pulls in a long, deep drag and exhales slowly. Pushing himself up on his arms, he pulls himself into one of the seats at the front and sprawls there for a moment, letting the shakes pass out of his arms and legs. While he waited, he listened to the beginnings of the conversation behind him. The mysterious message failed to surprise Valentine... at this point, it was just par for the course.

It did elicit a bout of soft chuckling, however. And brought his attention back to the matter at hand: exactly what was he going to do?

Turning his head back to where the others were talking he called back, "You've gotta be fraggin' kiddin' me! I don't know what sort of drek you kids do for kicks, but are you seriously entertaining taking a job from someone who would set you up like this?" He snorted.

Jazz nodded with the sort of disinterest that would be elicited from any proper gunn-bunny. She carried herself to form, and didn't really give a good hoot about what anyone else did, as long as they didn't get in the way of her shots, and helped to make sure that she got to where the shots needed to be taken.
Of course, that was just what she kept telling herself to ease the pain of lost teammates.

"Pleasure to meet..." Jazz started, interrupted by the outburst from one closer to the train.
Jazz grinned in amusement once the outbreak had been contained, somewhat, by his better sense. Or need to take a breath. Or running out of things to say. Jazz wasn't sure which, and wasn't sure if she cared. Smiling, Jazz turned her body to match her gaze.
"Umm... Yeah." she said, maintaining her smile. Eerilly, it was nothing if not genuine. That was the most fun Jazz had had all day!

Jack goggled at the ork girl's response, his jaw dropping open, letting his smoldering cigarette depend tackily from his bottom lip. His features were a near caricature of disbelief, and his jaw worked up and down as he searched for something to say.

The cigarette dropped to the floor, and it's absence gave Jack the excuse he needed to recover his dignity. Retrieving and lighting another he drew a deep breath and stood, turning to face the 'runners at the back of the back of the train.

"I may be thick, but I'm not an idiot: you're all shadowrunners. But I can't believe this is how most of your job offers come in... unless you're all crazier than the media makes you out to be."

ManySkinz watches the conversation between the orc girl and the guy and smiles. At the last comment he cann't resist any longer and enters the conversation: Hmm, I admit most tests are not that threatening but it happens. I expected something like that, why did you think the johnson ordered us to a trainstation at the border of the city in the middle of the night? Ok I personally thought about some gangers paid to give us a bad time but hey, I can not always guess right, can I?
Now that we cleared the world of shadowrunners up a bit, shall we start out the city tour to meet the johnson?

OOC: Hey Stampa, welcome back!

Jazz continued her genuine humor, and turned her attention to the next of the group. Her next statement inadvertently stumbled across the reason for so much confusion...
"But..." She said, before realizing that this is what she wants to do. "Of course..." She looks to ManySkinz and nods. Not being a linguist, nor even so well versed in her own native language, Jazz didn't realize what the significance of her two strung together statements was.
"And you do have to admit... It was fun." She said, turning herself back to Jack before starting to stride her way toward the stairs.
"Way more fun that gangers would have been..." She said over her shoulder.

As you stand talking to your new team mate and watch two your numbers say that hey have and enough of this interview leave as fast as the arrived. The address given to you is in west Seattle on the water front. Now you need to decide to go there or walk away. You all turn around as the loud crash of the train losing power and landing on the tracks blowing out the remaining glass and the lights blink a few times and go out.

Jazz spins around, reaching for her guns with both hands. The reaction is entirely automatic muscle memory. As she starts to drop into a combat crouch, she see that there is no obvious threat, and calms her movements down. She resumes her standing position, only having reached a sort of half-crouch, but puts her hands on both of her sliverguns, remaining aware and alert for anything that may reveal itself.
"Huh... That's wierd." She said, keenly peering at the now-defunct train.
"So... Uh... Y'all stayin' here, or we headin' ta the J?" She says, keeping her hands on her pistols. "I'll bring up the rear as ya head out." She finishes, without turning her head toward the exit.

Sure, let's get started. This place stinks anyway. With a short chuckle ManySkins takes the lead and walks towards the surface. A big cab for all of us should suffice I guess, don't you agree?

Sloe looks at each member giving each a pause before going on to the next team member.

"In for a penny, in for a pound, yes lets go see this Johnson."

Jazz grins, nods, shrugs, and turns toward the stairs. This was going to be fun. Mortally fun, perhaps, but fun just the same. Jazz was looking forward to the good times, and hoped that they would be had by all.
She picks up her stride a bit, catching up to the two who had headed out before her.
"Yeah, one cab should do it..." she said, looking back over her shoulder and wondering who would still be joining them.