The Barons of the Barrens - Revision history

Jit: /* Background */

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Background

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	[[Saint]], riding her trusted and beloved Suzuki Mirage, pulls up to an intersection, readjusts the bag hanging off her shoulders, and receives a call from good ol' [[Alex "Good'ol" Samson\|Alex Samson]]. By now, she's climbed out of enough fires she had no business climbing out of to earn a little respect from the man - when they trade pleasantries this time, it's actually almost pleasant. He has a job he thinks she'll like - hit the pawns right where they hurt. Break some boys out of prison. And maybe get paid while she's at it. It's ''exactly'' the kind of gig she needs to unwind. She peels out into the intersection, makes a sharp left turn, and heads for Tacoma.		[[Saint]], riding her trusted and beloved Suzuki Mirage, pulls up to an intersection, readjusts the bag hanging off her shoulders, and receives a call from good ol' [[Alex "Good'ol" Samson\|Alex Samson]]. By now, she's climbed out of enough fires she had no business climbing out of to earn a little respect from the man - when they trade pleasantries this time, it's actually almost pleasant. He has a job he thinks she'll like - hit the pawns right where they hurt. Break some boys out of prison. And maybe get paid while she's at it. It's ''exactly'' the kind of gig she needs to unwind. She peels out into the intersection, makes a sharp left turn, and heads for Tacoma.

	[[Veles]], who's borged up self is currently stuck in maintenance mode deep within the [[West Coast Monolith]]'s Barrens hideout, discusses her ongoing blackouts and lapses in memory with ~~one of the techs assigned to her~~. At the moment, they have no clear answer for her, and the prognosis is ongoing. It's not good news, it's not bad news - honestly, it's barely news at all. It's with little fanfare, then, that ~~Commander WCM (Get the name again later)~~ enters the room as forcefully as can be polite. [[Veles]] stands at attention.		[[Veles]], who's borged up self is currently stuck in maintenance mode deep within the [[West Coast Monolith]]'s Barrens hideout, discusses her ongoing blackouts and lapses in memory with [[Hextech]] and Unit-02. At the moment, they have no clear answer for her, and the prognosis is ongoing. It's not good news, it's not bad news - honestly, it's barely news at all. It's with little fanfare, then, that [[Bolt]] himself enters the room as forcefully as can be polite. [[Veles]] stands at attention.

	Apparently, ~~she~~ knows a guy~~, and he needs~~ some help. ~~He's got some ties to gangers~~, ~~and has~~ two bail jumpers who need to be busted out of Puyallup lockup. [[Veles]] is instructed to help on ~~her~~ behalf, while, of course, keeping casualties to an absolute zero. She does, of course, push back a little. This is pretty ~~small time, isn't it? A~~ big gun for a small target ~~- and of course~~, ~~she does end up revealing that her PO owes the J~~ a little ~~bit of a favor, and is kind of on her ass about it~~.		Apparently, [[Bolt]] knows a guy. This is no surprise - the CO of the WCM knows ''lots'' of guys in the shadows. This guy also happens to need some help from them, which again, probably seems pretty par for the course. Even still, two bail jumpers who need to be busted out of Puyallup lockup seems a little beneath his pay-grade. And yeah, it is. That's why [[Veles]] is instructed to help on his behalf, while, of course, keeping casualties to an absolute zero. She does, of course, push back a little. She has ''much'' more use elsewhere. This is a pretty big gun for a small target, ne? Unfortunately, [[Bolt]] also happens to be a little in his debt as well. It's hard to ignore with that in mind.

	~~She~~ notes to [[Veles]], additionally, that the boys are detained via simsense as well, blind of their senses. Run of the mill bar cutters won't serve to bust them out this time, if that helps her feel a little more necessary to the operation. [[Veles]], of course, has no choice but to ~~accept her superior's order regardless~~.		He notes to [[Veles]], additionally, that the boys are detained via simsense as well, blind of their senses. Run of the mill bar cutters won't serve to bust them out this time, if that helps her feel a little more necessary to the operation. [[Veles]], of course, has no choice but to acquiesce.

	==The Meet==		==The Meet==

Jit: /* The Meet */

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The Meet

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	Payment is discussed, [[John Galt]] leading the charge, and Pitty lands on a clean 10k nuyen each right from his pocket. He'll even see about getting the runners a new ride from the junkyard on top of that too, and 5k up front to gear up for the operation.		Payment is discussed, [[John Galt]] leading the charge, and Pitty lands on a clean 10k nuyen each right from his pocket. He'll even see about getting the runners a new ride from the junkyard on top of that too, and 5k up front to gear up for the operation.

	Veles doesn't want it. She wants Spam. As much of it as he can provide. He knows suppliers, doesn't he? Smugglers? Stashes? Pitty acquiesces, he reckons he can rustle something up for her and leave it somewhere discreet.		[[Veles]] doesn't want it. She wants Spam. As much of it as he can provide. He knows suppliers, doesn't he? Smugglers? Stashes? Pitty acquiesces, he reckons he can rustle something up for her and leave it somewhere discreet.

	With formalities decided, the runners decide it's time to get to work.		With formalities decided, the runners decide it's time to get to work.

Jit: /* Aftermath */

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Aftermath

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	==Aftermath==		==Aftermath==
	~~With the two secured and the building escaped,~~ Pitty~~, VERY~~ pleased, invites the ~~crew~~ out for celebratory drinks, and ~~all but Veles accept. She bluntly tells him she'll expect her food~~ to be delivered soon, ~~and takes her leave~~.		Pitty is pleased as a peach back at the junkyard, and invites the team out for celebratory drinks. [[Veles]], for multiple reasons, declines, and simply demands the dead drop of spam to be delivered soon. That said, celebration or not, the team can rest well knowing they've completed a job well done.

	==Rewards==		==Rewards==

Jit: /* The Run */

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The Run

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	==The Run==		==The Run==
	Chance, inside the host ~~now~~, ~~evades~~ the ~~spider~~, finds the barnacle stuck to the target vehicle's windshield, ~~and using~~ the codes ~~established at~~ the ~~time of arrest~~, ~~has~~ the ~~means~~ to ~~fully release it~~ whenever is needed.		[[Chance]] hacks inside the host - the operation rests on his shoulders as he determines the layout of the prison, grabs MARKs on the cameras in order to hide [[Veles]] from sight, and finds the barnacle stuck to the target vehicle's windshield (the [[Knight Errant\|KE]]'s preferred method of vehicle restraing), as well as the codes to its operation. With the device icons well within his little sasquatch claws, the team are well placed to begin the operation whenever needed.

	John Galt casts a trid phantasm, and an invisibility spell to cover ~~their asses while~~ they ~~cut through~~ the ~~fence~~. ~~He DOES get spotted, however~~, clever alteration of ~~his~~ trid phantasm to mimic a punk kid getting spotted and dashing away saves the operation. With the hole safely cut, Buck ~~uses Traceless Walk to~~ magically ~~sneak~~ through the hole in the fence, ~~while Saint gymnastics~~ her ~~way through as well~~.		With that as his cue, [[John Galt]] casts a trid phantasm of a decidedly non-cut through fence, and an invisibility spell to cover the team ([[Saint]] and [[Buck]] included). Obviously, they get ''right'' to making [[John Galt\|John]] a liar - they climb the concrete barrier and begin cutting the chainlink and razorwire. Though one guard is ''definitely'' making use of his magical threat readiness training in spotting out the shimmers of an unnatural invisibility, clever alteration of [[John Galt]]'s trid phantasm to mimic a punk kid getting spotted doing magic and dashing away saves the operation. With the hole safely cut, and opfor even a little distracted from a false alarm, [[Buck]] magically sneaks through the hole in the fence. [[Saint]], less gifted, leaps through on her own.

	~~They find~~ the ~~car and~~ Buck ~~squeezes inside~~, ~~ready to drive his little clown car with Saint in~~ the ~~passenger's seat~~. Chance releases the barnacle, lowers the bollards, and crashes nearly a dozen drones as the runners peel out of the impound lot. Knight Errant dispatches a pursuit, and Veles, ready to shine, takes her chance.		The two of them sneak carefully through the lot until finding their target - [[Buck]]'s maybe a ''little'' too large, but the crew make it work. They give the signal, and [[Chance]] releases the barnacle, lowers the bollards at the entrance, and crashes nearly a dozen drones to kick things off as the runners peel out of the impound lot. [[Knight Errant]] dispatches a pursuit, and [[Veles]], ready to shine as cruisers blare and burn away from the precinct, takes her chance.

	~~As cars blare sirens and peel out of the station,~~ Veles sneaks up to the fire escape and begins to climb, dispatching a ~~drone~~ of her own to keep an eye on the area ahead. ~~The door has been left open~~ as Chad Brent has promised ~~it would be~~, ~~the man himself on~~ a smoke break. Veles ~~leaves~~ a newspaper ~~to wedge~~ the door ~~open behind her~~ and ~~speeds through~~ to ~~check the~~ corners. ~~Cameras~~ and ~~whatever staff are left inside are helpless as~~ her ~~specialized hardware lets her tread tracelessly through~~ the ~~corridors~~ of the ~~prisoners~~.		[[Veles\|She]] sneaks up to the fire escape and begins to climb, dispatching a fly-spy of her own to keep an eye on the area ahead. Just as [[Chad Brent]] has promised, someone has left a door open before going for a smoke break, very fortunately for the runners involved. [[Veles]] wedges a newspaper into the door and keeps moving, dashing ahead to poke mirrors around corners. She is a professional, and a ghost, and her RPC and expertise prove far, far above the capability of the manually staffed areas of Precinct 13 to spot out. Cameras, which might have stood a better chance, remain carefully looped by [[Chance\|the team's decker.]] True to his cryptid heritage, he is blurry and beyond detection the Matrix as well.

	~~Chance~~, ~~with Buck~~ and ~~Saint relatively secure in~~ their ~~getaway~~, ~~dives into~~ the ~~host for~~ the ~~second half~~ of ~~his gig~~. ~~With Squatchie out~~ and ~~on the prowl~~, ~~he sleazes in and narrowly ducks detection by~~ the ~~various spiders and IC on patrol. True~~ to ~~his bigfoot ancestry~~, ~~he is blurry~~ and ~~evasive. He loops the cameras~~ to ~~assist Veles in her ghost attempt~~.		As [[Veles]] is about to turn a corner however, her sensors pick up footsteps, and she retreats back to press herself against the corner's wall, narrowly avoiding a guard. However, this is it - the cell block proper, where their VIP inmates are held. They're typical Puyallup hicks, covered in soot and ash and proud of it. [[Veles]] opens the cell block, and though it's only the two they're after, there's nothing stopping every single one of those prisoners to clamber out as well, though out of all of them, only the two [[Veles]] personally guides make it out the same way as she came. As Veles melts into the concrete and thermal smoke she sets off to distance herself from a rapidly growing riot, she leaves the precinct to its fate, and brings their VIPs back to theirs.

	As Veles is about to turn a corner, her sensors pick up footsteps, and she retreats back to press herself against the corner's wall. Using a parascope, she peers around the corner and confirms the guard's passage before advancing into the cell block proper, where their VIP inmates are spotted. They~~'re typical Puyallup hicks, covered in soot and ash and proud of it. Veles opens the cell block, and all the prisoners file out~~, ~~not just~~ the ~~two they're after~~, ~~though those are the only two~~ that ~~are able to follow her back out the way she came. As Veles melts into the concrete~~ and ~~thermal smoke, the sensor net, despite~~ the ~~roll of its life, loses track, and sees only thin air~~.		They patter away quietly, the opposite direction, trusting that [[Saint]] and [[Buck]] will occupy the pursuant officers as long as needed.

	==Aftermath==		==Aftermath==

Jit: /* The Plan */

2024-09-19T19:24:32Z

The Plan

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	[[John Galt]] asks a spirit of man to scout the area on the astral, while [[Chance]] slips a ski-mask onto his sasquatch persona and slips into the host. The rest of the team discuss infiltration tactics in the meanwhile, though [[Veles]] insists she goes in alone, once threats outside of her range have been dealt with.		[[John Galt]] asks a spirit of man to scout the area on the astral, while [[Chance]] slips a ski-mask onto his sasquatch persona and slips into the host. The rest of the team discuss infiltration tactics in the meanwhile, though [[Veles]] insists she goes in alone, once threats outside of her range have been dealt with.

	~~Information gathered:~~		The host is the average fare for a police station, one of many linked up in a standardized [[Knight Errant]] array throughout the city. Precinct 13, however, doesn't always adhere to that - sometimes it pays to be a little quiet, a little forgetful, and a little off-grid. Even those times it doesn't have the additional support, it's no pushover at a solid Rating 6.
	~~KE Precinct 13~~, ~~just on the border~~ of ~~Tacoma and Puyallup City. Syndie territory so~~ a ~~lot of cops here are probably on~~ the ~~take~~. ~~Chance pulls up some reports from the news~~, ~~KSAF corruption reports~~, ~~etc. Security initiative 10 years ago~~ to ~~up the security. Cops frequently turn off devices~~ to ~~counter interconnectivity with the new host infrastructure~~, ~~but is otherwise very submissive~~ and ~~hackable~~. ~~Lots of keycard checkpoints. Palm scanners. Prisoners are frequently nanotech~~'~~d these days~~.

	~~100 year~~ old building. Fifth ~~world~~ construction. ~~Concrete walls~~, ~~plastcrete facade. Has the normal~~ bollards, shutters, ~~etc~~.		[[Veles]], just off-site and hopping from neo-noir rooftop to neo-noir rooftop, spies on the building itself from afar. She notes that it's a ''very'' old building, Fifth World construction, and built in the clasically American Neo-Classical style that emulates ancient Rome. Cameras are everywhere, pop-up bollards can hamstring escape efforts in a pinch, window shutters, lockdown procedures, monowire fences, the works. Additionally, high security doors evidently each house palm scanners, at least in the prison area itself on the lowest floor.
	~~Cameras everywhere. Anti shock systems.~~
	~~Prisoner holding is real secure in terms of acces scontrol. Big~~ doors.
	~~Keycards everywhere~~, ~~palm scanner for prisoners. to get through~~ in the prison area.
	~~Different host per precinct watching all~~ the ~~time. The cops hate it and turn their stuff off when theirs crimes but they are largely heads up.~~
	~~All controlled through a rating 6 host~~.

	~~KE Data Host is R6 A6/S7/DP8/FW 9~~		She notes the weak points. Which windows are open. What are the patrol patterns, if any. Who pays attention, who does not. Every edge helps.

	~~Meanwhile~~, ~~Veles posts up~~ to ~~watch~~ the ~~station within view~~ of the ~~precinct~~. ~~She's got~~ some ~~long range cameras~~, ~~hopping from Gotham rooftop to Gotham rooftop~~, ~~noting which windows are open~~ and ~~which aren't, where~~ the ~~sightlines are, if she can get guard rotations, etc. She ascends plasteel facades~~ and ~~rooftops with very~~ little ~~difficulty~~.		Noting that it's a tough nut to crack, [[John Galt]] opts to call in a favor as well, a friend of his called [[Chad Brent]] who knows some cops, and who only demands some kind of payment to the downtrodden to be passed along in return for his intel. The 13th Precinct has enemies on both sides of the law, it would seem. After their meet at some scummy runner bar, he'll arrange for a call out, and pass along some information on the internals of the location too - and [[John Galt]] insists he takes a little extra money as well, just to help keep his memory short.

	~~Monowire fence pop out~~. ~~Gear is mostly like~~, ~~ballistic~~ masks. ~~Building is like six stories tall~~, ~~prisoner processing is at the ground~~ level. ~~Upper levels are primarily staff offices~~.		[[Veles]], meanwhile, finalizes a plan. [[Saint]] and the Barrens Boys can arrange a loud distraction - they seem well suited for it, after all. Get spray cans, get ski masks, raise hell in the impound lot. Shooting raises the alert levels, so keep it mischievous, keep it street level, and make it personal. Draw them out. She can handle the weakened station from there."

	~~John Galt calls~~ a ~~contact who knows some cops~~, ~~who only demands some kind of payment to~~ the ~~downtrodden in return~~ for ~~the information. Most police in Seattle are kind of done with the corruption of the thirteenth precinct~~.		The impound lot is a little more manageable on the Matrix, thankfully, as [[Chance]] discovers, as is the lot itself. It shouldn't be much effort for four shadowrunners to sneak past a concrete barrier and a chainlink fence, make noise, and get out.

	Veles lifts her radio up to her mouth, speaking quietly with her periscope just barely peeking above the lip of the rooftop. Her voice is scratchy, coming from the radio's speaker: "Saint can arrange a loud distraction, I can solo ghost the interior. Don't start shooting, make it look like hooligans so they're more aggressive and less likely to call back-up, more likely to handle it themselves. That'll make them chase you personally and draw them out. Also lowers concerns internally, kids spraying graffiti on cars is an annoyance more than a life threat."		Plan in place, it's time to coordinate watches and roll out.

	~~Saint is going to be the one to create a loud distraction. Getting spray cans, being a nuisance~~ in ~~the impound lot. Veles is going to solo ghost the precinct with a breach charge getaway plan if things go hot.~~

	~~The squad, minus Veles~~, go to meet a John's dirty cop contact Chad Brent. Sort of a scummy runner bar a distance away from the precinct. John Galt really gussies him up, listens to his stories, pays him extra money to have never seen them before.

	The team convene to discuss someone who might fake being a perp to get inside the precinct in addition to Veles, to assist her, and create their opening with the distracted cop. John Galt considers doing it, but emphasizes that he doesn't yet know how to mask. Chance questions what masking is, and Buck helpfully explains that it's ~~the magical equivalent of those moments on the Matrix where you don't want~~ to ~~rub your dick all over everything. Chance, unimpressed, thanks him for the explanation.~~

	~~Chance scouts the impound lot on the Matrix.~~

	~~R5 Host. Rcc R4 Firewall 6.~~
	~~A dozen drones patrolling the perimeter~~ and ~~interior. Couple watchmen, security goons, not a great sensor suite. Goggles, respirators. Image displays for the drones~~
	~~Decent spider.~~
	~~7 Firewall on the host.~~
	~~Drones on RCC not on host.~~
	~~Fence is boarded up and surrounded by a concrete barrier~~.

	==The Run==		==The Run==

Jit: /* The Plan */

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The Plan

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	~~Job settled~~, ~~the team set about discussing their legwork~~. John~~, upon realizing THE~~ Saint is here, leans over and ~~whispers to~~ her ~~asking~~ if she would tell him to ~~die~~. ~~Struck with surprise and confused, Saint~~ asks him why ~~in the world~~ he ~~would~~ want that~~. That~~ if he wants to die she can help, but he doesn't need her permission. He, Buck, and Chance each explain their entrepreneurship with the Die T-shirt (Chance dragging it out of the smuggling compartment out of the truck), and Saint, more bewildered than anything, isn't entirely sure how to react. Buck says this shirt is for her, she should wear it ironically, and she turns away and tells him to die, the smallest smile twitching at her lips.		Well, almost. [[John Galt\|John]] has realized that ''the'' Saint is here, and does not want to let the opportunity go to waste. He leans over close, whispers in her ear, and asks her bluntly if she would tell him to "Die." The red hot razorgirl is far too baffled to actually be angry. She asks him why, ever, would he want that, and that if he wants to die she can help, but that he definitely doesn't need her permission.

	~~Veles~~, ~~however~~, ~~reveals that she is an infiltrator~~, ~~doesn't use Matrix comms, and won't be killing cops on this job~~. Saint ~~asks her if she has cop friends~~, and ~~Veles says nothing. After the team asks for clarification~~, ~~she says~~ it~~'s not their business, and Saint fires back with~~ the ~~fact that~~ it ~~absolutely IS their business if someone who~~'s ~~buddy buddy with cops~~ is ~~on the job where they're explicitly hitting cops. She leaves~~, ~~the situation unresolved~~, and ~~Saint mumbles that if they end up on an APB for this~~ she~~'s going~~ to ~~be upset~~. ~~Chance reassures~~ her ~~- he's been fucking with cops in the Puyallup district for months now. If worse comes to worst, he can cover their escape~~.		He, [[Buck]], and [[Chance]] excitedly explain their entrepreneurship with the infamous "Die" T-shirt, while [[Chance]] himself pulls a wrinkled one out of the smuggling compartment of his trick. Saint, still wide-eyed, cock-browed, and bewildered, catches it out of the air as it's thrown to her. [[Buck]] says this shirt is for her, she should wear it ironically, and she turns away and finally tells him, unironically, to die. The faintest smile twitches on her lips.

	~~They do ask Saint~~ to ~~make sure~~ she doesn't ~~kill people~~, and she says the ~~best she can offer~~ is that she ~~won't as long as it~~'s ~~not needed~~.		Veles, meanwhile, unaccustomed to games or banter, reveals when the others are ''quite'' through that she is an infiltrator, doesn't use Matrix comms, and won't be killing cops on this job. [[Saint]] plainly asks her if she has cop friends, the accusation clear in her tone, and [[Veles]] says nothing in response. The others, now concerned however, ask for clarification, to which [[Veles]] gives none. She says it's not their business, with the loudest among them firing back with the fact that it absolutely ''is'' their business if someone who's buddy-buddy with cops is on the job where they're explicitly hitting ''cops''. Rather than explain, confront, or deny, [[Veles]] instead chooses to leave, and [[Saint]] begrudgingly mumbles that if they end up on an APB she's going to have a bone to pick.

	~~John uses a spirit to scout the location~~, ~~a spirit of man~~ that ~~looks like Jason Mamoa, normal and cool~~.		[[Chance]] reassures her, however - he's been fucking with cops in Puyallup district for months now, he explains. He knows how they tick. That said, they do ask that [[Saint]] not kill people. She offers her best effort - "as long as I don't have to." It'll have to do.

	~~Chance sets about~~ on the ~~Matrix and swaps his persona for~~ a ~~street~~-~~wise~~ sasquatch ~~criminal's~~. ~~Persona is an 8-bit dumb little sasquatch junior~~.		[[John Galt]] asks a spirit of man to scout the area on the astral, while [[Chance]] slips a ski-mask onto his sasquatch persona and slips into the host. The rest of the team discuss infiltration tactics in the meanwhile, though [[Veles]] insists she goes in alone, once threats outside of her range have been dealt with.

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	7 Firewall on the host.		7 Firewall on the host.
	Drones on RCC not on host.		Drones on RCC not on host.
	Fence is boarded up and surrounded by a concrete barrier.		Fence is boarded up and surrounded by a concrete barrier.

	==The Run==		==The Run==

Jit: /* The Meet */

2024-09-19T18:57:12Z

The Meet

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	==The Meet==		==The Meet==
	~~Veles touches down in~~ Fife in a ~~fucking VTOL what~~ the ~~fuck oh my god that~~'s ~~NOT discreet~~.		An unusual sight descends from the skies of Fife in Tacoma. An unmarked VTOL crosses by high above, and a figure falls from its wake. [[Veles]] has HALO jumped to the meet, and lands powerfully, meaningfully, in an hero's on that cracked asphalt.

	~~Pull~~ up ~~into~~ the garage~~, half a dozen people working or so~~.		[[Buck]], meanwhile, pulls up behind her in a rusted out pick-up truck. He and his small crew of cohorts lumber out behind him, while Saint pulls up and skids to a halt just outside the junkyard garage.

	~~J brings out~~ coffee and it ~~is AMAZING and FUCKED UP~~, John is ~~doing even worse than earlier~~ today.		Inside, half-a-dozen people tinker with vehicles of all sorts, while a certain geezer calling himself Pitty waves over the obvious shadowrunners. He offers them coffee, which [[Saint]] and [[John Galt]] gladly accept, though only one of them can stomach it. Barrens special, you know. They may as well brew it with raw sewage. [[Saint]] feels right at home, though [[John Galt]] empties his stomach for what is definitely not the first time today.

	~~Some~~ boys ~~were racing,~~ and a ~~KE spike strip~~ got ~~tangled~~ up in ~~their tires. Pre~~-~~planned ambush down their route~~. They're on the ~~way~~ to ~~being~~ transferred to county ~~jail~~, ~~we need to get 'em before~~ that~~. Puyallup City police station. Impound lot is a couple of blocks~~ away.		Onto business, Pitty's got connections to some local go-gangers - nothing dicey, he clarifies, they're just boys that like to street race - and they need a little help. A few of them broke parole and got caught up in a [[Knight Errant\|KE]] sting and fell for a pre-placed spike strip, and have since been taken into custody. They're good boys, though, and the Puyallup City precinct is bad news, corrupt and dirty cops from top to bottom. Right now they're in lockup, which is good, because it means they can still get to them - but once they get transferred to county, that chance slips away.

	~~These boys were in trouble before, parole officer was on~~ them~~, so this was a pre-meditated sort of thing on the Knights' part~~. ~~John Galt negotiates~~, ~~leveraging the danger of the situation~~.		Pitty would like the runners to get them. Tonight. Any later, and they may as well not bother.

	~~Veles asks~~ for a ~~wholesale supplier of food~~. ~~Like spam~~.		They've got their suped up car down in the impound lot a few blocks away from the station as well - pick that up for a little extra change, he tells 'em. Leave the pigs with nothing for their effort.

	~~Negotiating happens~~, ~~vehicle upgrades are~~ on the ~~table. Team negotiates an~~ up front ~~cost of 5000 UCAS dollars~~ for ~~scouting gear~~.		Payment is discussed, [[John Galt]] leading the charge, and Pitty lands on a clean 10k nuyen each right from his pocket. He'll even see about getting the runners a new ride from the junkyard on top of that too, and 5k up front to gear up for the operation.

			Veles doesn't want it. She wants Spam. As much of it as he can provide. He knows suppliers, doesn't he? Smugglers? Stashes? Pitty acquiesces, he reckons he can rustle something up for her and leave it somewhere discreet.

			With formalities decided, the runners decide it's time to get to work.

	==The Plan==		==The Plan==

Jit: /* Background */

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Background

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	[[Saint]], riding her trusted and beloved Suzuki Mirage, pulls up to an intersection, readjusts the bag hanging off her shoulders, and receives a call from good ol' [[Alex "Good'ol" Samson\|Alex Samson]]. By now, she's climbed out of enough fires she had no business climbing out of to earn a little respect from the man - when they trade pleasantries this time, it's actually almost pleasant. He has a job he thinks she'll like - hit the pawns right where they hurt. Break some boys out of prison. And maybe get paid while she's at it. It's ''exactly'' the kind of gig she needs to unwind. She peels out into the intersection, makes a sharp left turn, and heads for Tacoma.		[[Saint]], riding her trusted and beloved Suzuki Mirage, pulls up to an intersection, readjusts the bag hanging off her shoulders, and receives a call from good ol' [[Alex "Good'ol" Samson\|Alex Samson]]. By now, she's climbed out of enough fires she had no business climbing out of to earn a little respect from the man - when they trade pleasantries this time, it's actually almost pleasant. He has a job he thinks she'll like - hit the pawns right where they hurt. Break some boys out of prison. And maybe get paid while she's at it. It's ''exactly'' the kind of gig she needs to unwind. She peels out into the intersection, makes a sharp left turn, and heads for Tacoma.

	Veles is in maintenance mode ~~and is currently discussing such issues with one of~~ the ~~WCM~~'s ~~many techs~~, ~~who tells~~ her ~~progress on her various~~ blackouts and lapses in memory is an ongoing ~~process~~. Commander WCM (Get the name again later) ~~comes in, and~~ Veles ~~perks up to~~ attention. ~~There's~~ a guy ~~asking for help~~, he's got some bail jumpers ~~in custody that~~ need to be busted out. Veles is ~~asked~~ to ~~assist~~ on ~~the gig with a minimum~~ of casualties ~~(no return fire)~~. ~~After~~ a little ~~pushback from Veles~~, ~~she reveals~~ she does ~~owe~~ the J a little bit of a favor, and ~~the PO~~ is ~~being a little bit~~ of ~~a dick~~ about it, ~~so she's got some pressure on her. The~~ boys are in simsense ~~prison~~, ~~which is an additional layer~~ of ~~security your run~~ of the mill ~~team~~ won't ~~be able~~ to ~~handle~~.		[[Veles]], who's borged up self is currently stuck in maintenance mode deep within the [[West Coast Monolith]]'s Barrens hideout, discusses her ongoing blackouts and lapses in memory with one of the techs assigned to her. At the moment, they have no clear answer for her, and the prognosis is ongoing. It's not good news, it's not bad news - honestly, it's barely news at all. It's with little fanfare, then, that Commander WCM (Get the name again later) enters the room as forcefully as can be polite. [[Veles]] stands at attention.

			Apparently, she knows a guy, and he needs some help. He's got some ties to gangers, and has two bail jumpers who need to be busted out of Puyallup lockup. [[Veles]] is instructed to help on her behalf, while, of course, keeping casualties to an absolute zero. She does, of course, push back a little. This is pretty small time, isn't it? A big gun for a small target - and of course, she does end up revealing that her PO owes the J a little bit of a favor, and is kind of on her ass about it.

			She notes to [[Veles]], additionally, that the boys are detained via simsense as well, blind of their senses. Run of the mill bar cutters won't serve to bust them out this time, if that helps her feel a little more necessary to the operation. [[Veles]], of course, has no choice but to accept her superior's order regardless.

	==The Meet==		==The Meet==

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	==Player After Action Reports (AARs)==		==Player After Action Reports (AARs)==
	"Not gonna lie, was sweating my nuts off on this one. Got to meet THE SAINT, got to make a new drinking buddy, AND got to screw over some pawns to free some Seattle good ole boys. Fuck yea, great night. And the junkyard had a preem fuckin' phoenix I can tune right the fuck back up. Today is fucking preem shit. ~~- [[John Galt]]~~		[[John Galt]]: "Not gonna lie, was sweating my nuts off on this one. Got to meet THE SAINT, got to make a new drinking buddy, AND got to screw over some pawns to free some Seattle good ole boys. Fuck yea, great night. And the junkyard had a preem fuckin' phoenix I can tune right the fuck back up. Today is fucking preem shit."

	[[Buck]]: ''"Y'know, any day I get to pull one over on the Pawns is a good day. Particularly if it means I get to bust out a couple of drekhead go-ganger hicks from lockup. Hell of a fun time with this squad, I hope I get to run with 'em again."''		[[Buck]]: ''"Y'know, any day I get to pull one over on the Pawns is a good day. Particularly if it means I get to bust out a couple of drekhead go-ganger hicks from lockup. Hell of a fun time with this squad, I hope I get to run with 'em again."''

	[[Chance]] "I gtta quit doin' Pawn jobs. I gotta quit doin' Pawn jobs. I gotta quit doin' Pawn jobs. Holy drek I just back cracked a pawn host and threw open the doors for a buncha puyallup crusties to run amok. I think I may be elite now... also I think I can wedge another module slot in this hunka drek if I just......"		[[Chance]]: "I gtta quit doin' Pawn jobs. I gotta quit doin' Pawn jobs. I gotta quit doin' Pawn jobs. Holy drek I just back cracked a pawn host and threw open the doors for a buncha puyallup crusties to run amok. I think I may be elite now... also I think I can wedge another module slot in this hunka drek if I just......"

	~~===~~[[Saint]]~~===~~		[[Saint]]: "Y'know, I'm starting to think saying 'die' ain't really getting my point across."
	"Y'know, I'm starting to think saying 'die' ain't really getting my point across."

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	That said, it pays the bills. Despite coming off another run [[Wrestlemalfunction\|just that morning]], he receives his own fixer call, who informs him that he has a job, and that he shouldn't complain about being in high demand. Plus, the gig is last minute, and they've got no one else available - a Gearhead down in Fife wants to hit the pawns and win back some material, and they'll need proven mettle to make sure it goes off the way it's meant to. He reluctantly agrees, and rolls painfully out of bed and onto the floor.		That said, it pays the bills. Despite coming off another run [[Wrestlemalfunction\|just that morning]], he receives his own fixer call, who informs him that he has a job, and that he shouldn't complain about being in high demand. Plus, the gig is last minute, and they've got no one else available - a Gearhead down in Fife wants to hit the pawns and win back some material, and they'll need proven mettle to make sure it goes off the way it's meant to. He reluctantly agrees, and rolls painfully out of bed and onto the floor.

	[[Saint]], riding her trusted and beloved Suzuki Mirage, pulls up to an intersection, readjusts the bag hanging off her shoulders, and receives a call from good ol' [[Alex "Good Ol'" Samson\|Alex Samson]]. By now, she's climbed out of enough fires she had no business climbing out of to earn a little respect from the man - when they trade pleasantries this time, it's actually almost pleasant. He has a job he thinks she'll like - hit the pawns right where they hurt. Break some boys out of prison. And maybe get paid while she's at it. It's ''exactly'' the kind of gig she needs to unwind. She peels out into the intersection, makes a sharp left turn, and heads for Tacoma.		[[Saint]], riding her trusted and beloved Suzuki Mirage, pulls up to an intersection, readjusts the bag hanging off her shoulders, and receives a call from good ol' [[Alex "Good'ol" Samson\|Alex Samson]]. By now, she's climbed out of enough fires she had no business climbing out of to earn a little respect from the man - when they trade pleasantries this time, it's actually almost pleasant. He has a job he thinks she'll like - hit the pawns right where they hurt. Break some boys out of prison. And maybe get paid while she's at it. It's ''exactly'' the kind of gig she needs to unwind. She peels out into the intersection, makes a sharp left turn, and heads for Tacoma.

	Veles is in maintenance mode and is currently discussing such issues with one of the WCM's many techs, who tells her progress on her various blackouts and lapses in memory is an ongoing process. Commander WCM (Get the name again later) comes in, and Veles perks up to attention. There's a guy asking for help, he's got some bail jumpers in custody that need to be busted out. Veles is asked to assist on the gig with a minimum of casualties (no return fire). After a little pushback from Veles, she reveals she does owe the J a little bit of a favor, and the PO is being a little bit of a dick about it, so she's got some pressure on her. The boys are in simsense prison, which is an additional layer of security your run of the mill team won't be able to handle.		Veles is in maintenance mode and is currently discussing such issues with one of the WCM's many techs, who tells her progress on her various blackouts and lapses in memory is an ongoing process. Commander WCM (Get the name again later) comes in, and Veles perks up to attention. There's a guy asking for help, he's got some bail jumpers in custody that need to be busted out. Veles is asked to assist on the gig with a minimum of casualties (no return fire). After a little pushback from Veles, she reveals she does owe the J a little bit of a favor, and the PO is being a little bit of a dick about it, so she's got some pressure on her. The boys are in simsense prison, which is an additional layer of security your run of the mill team won't be able to handle.