SLA Industries: Hunting the Machine

[Joose]

Alas and alack, I didn't get to see the boss' mug. The barman did all the talking, then nipped out back. They are all thick necked, boot wearing, military types though. Should be easy enough to spot.

You've a fair point about the meeting, but I'm not going in on my tobler. Unless you have 5 large to cover costs, they are going to get...agitated.

[Joose]

*starts preparing his "Everyone but Joooooose!" image macro*

[Dog Pants]

Yes, what's the plan chaps?

[The Shutting Downs]

If noone else posts, the Stormer will make a plan...

[Roman Totale]

Can deej do some computer digging to find out who the owner of the bar is?

[Grimmie]

Well, while Deject's doing that I'll set up opposite him to overlook the bar from another angle, see if I can't help cover any other exits we might not be aware of yet. I'll make sure my ECM body-suit's turned on and look out for anyone exiting that looks big n' burly - or anyone suited up like a bizniz man.

Sneak
6,7,+4 = 17

Hide
5,7,+2 = 14

Detect
4,3,+5 = 12

[deject]

Computer Use (4): 8, 5 + 4 = 17

I'll keep watch as well on the front door.

[Dog Pants]

According to the records there's no bar here, it's a mothballed manufacture facility awaiting repair (since 875SD).

[deject]

Nothing official about this place, no surprise there.

[Dog Pants]

Some time passes. Grimmie sees a few more Johannas go in, then most of them leave about 45 minutes later, then a little after that paddy gets chucked out and promptly staggers and veers off down the road.

[Grimmie]

What time is it exactly? We were told he's not meeting the supplier till tonight, so we might just be wasting valuable sleuthing time by sitting around here.

[Roman Totale]

Ooh, let's get Paddy - I bet he knows the owner!

[Dog Pants]

It's late afternoon at the moment, so your time left depends on your definition of tonight.

[deject]

I'll tail the guy just for a bit to see if he's going anywhere interesting.

Tracking (7): 6, 4 + 7 = 17
Sneak (4): 3, 8 + 4 = 15
Hide (4): 1, 4 + 4 = 9

plz to not be turning around mr. paddy

[Joose]

He was pretty drunk. I'm not sure he would be able to notice himself, let alone you.

[Dog Pants]

Joose is correct, he can barely walk let alone notice you. He takes quite a time to walk the two streets back to his building, then another five minutes to get through the rickety code-lock door. Looking at the state of him you can probably dash in behind him before the door closes again if you like.

[deject]

Joose is correct, he can barely walk let alone notice you. He takes quite a time to walk the two streets back to his building, then another five minutes to get through the rickety code-lock door. Looking at the state of him you can probably dash in behind him before the door closes again if you like.

Sure, why not.

[Dog Pants]

The lobby is damp and smells of piss. There's soggy cardboard on the floor that was maybe intended to provide some sort of layer against the damp tiles, but now it's just mushy and slippery. Or maybe someone just chucked it there because they couldn't be arsed to take it outside. There's plenty of litter about so it could be either.

Paddy is trying to negotiate the stairs, concentrating hard on getting each foot on the correct step. On the first floor he leans on the damp and peeling door with his head and fumbles around for his keys before trying for several minutes to get the key in the lock. He fails, leaves the key in the door and slumps to the ground.

[deject]

I'll try and see if he's unconcious and if he is, I'll take his keys and check the place out for subversive activities.

I'm not sure what I'd need to determine that, so have some Detect and Paramedic rolls.

Detect (4): 9, 4 + 4 = 17
Paramedic (3): 3, 7 + 3 = 13

[Dog Pants]

Looks like he's fallen asleep. He just snores when you reach over him for his keys, but they don't seem to fit the lock properly.