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[kv]

"My friends  call me Jazzman, or just Jazz for short. I do some running, nothing too high, and it helps pay the bills. MFI here hired me and that other guy to track down some corp suit who left the company, to try and do a data pickup at his old company. We went to that car show, where we were trying to track him down, when ... well, frag- you were there for the rest of it. It looks like Sam is out for the count, but if MFI thinks you and I can pull this off, I'm up for it."

((Can I try again to see if I recognize him from the picture?))

Sure. with MFI's hints, and now that he looks more 'normal', i'll give you another chance to reconise him. let's say an intelegence test, target number 6.

[mercy]

wakes up groggly wondering where am I

You are inside a vat of viscus liquid. a number tubes are hooked up to your arms, and your chest has several bio-monitors plugged into it. a tube from above seems to be providing oxygen to you. it's very hard to make out any details. (perception 8 test) will let you have a little more information on your surroundings.
(ooc) mind roling for Me my system isnt hooked up on brother in laws system

Okay, everything is too distorted. you can't see much but you can almost make out some blinking lights. you are pretty sure you aren't dreaming, and you are feeling much better than you were a little while ago.

[kv]

08 05 05 05 11 - Two successes

"Wow... it was you..."

[Ingo Monk]

"It was me what?  What the frag are you talking about?"

[kv]

"No, the guy we were looking for- it's You! With all the shooting and running and sewer and drek and death, I didn't recognize you, but here you are- I have the file that MFI gave us on you... somewhere..."

*searches through some jazz records for the file*

"Oh, here it is. Your name is Takashi. You drive a honda- heavily modified, I'm guessing, since you're part of that car club. You also work out a lot at the dojo at your corporate office, so I'm guessing you're pretty good."

*pauses for breath and to let this sink in*

"Here's the deal, as it's been handed to me- MFI wants to hire us to do a quick datasteal. Nothing too dangerous, just you and me and our third member who ended up in the hospital tonight. We go in, we get some paydata, you and I split two hundred thousand yen. Minus costs. How does that sound? I understand you're without a corp at this point, and 100K is a nice nest egg."

[Ingo Monk]

*Takashi is startled and starts pointing.*

"What the..?  How the frag do you know so much drek about me?  Who in the hell are you?  And who the frag is MFI?  What's up with the guy on the vid screen, what's his beef with MCT?"

*He crosses his arms and waits for answers.*

[kv]

"MFI is the guy up on the vidscreen. Mister Fix It. He's the fixer who put me in touch with you."

*I'll pass the file to Takashi*

"Honestly, Omae, I don't know you from Adam, but the information is there- basic stuff, like your picture, where you work, your dojo membership, your car registration. We were trying to track you down because you're out here on your own, but your life inside Metsuhama gives you the unique opportunity to take something from the company as you leave- information that is VERY valuable to other people."

*I'll sit down, and try to get Takashi sitting too- people have a hard time panicking when they can't pace*

"We both have an opportunity to make a large payday for ourselves- but it's really up to you. If you're willing to use what you know to get yourself a little nest egg, that's cool. If not, no hard feelings."

*I'll let him look over the file, and I'll grab something to drink*

Okay, you go to your fridge, and grab a beer. returning to see him looking over the recent credit-card usage list you picked up from your decker contact.

[Ingo Monk]

*Takashi sits down and looks over the file.*

(OOC)
What's in it?
(/OOC)

It's a simple run-down of you. looks like whoever put it together only had limited access to your corperate file, but at least a fair amount of skill at extracting information from the matrix. the most interesting peace of information is a list of everywhere you used your credit card for the last couple of months. with stars next to locations with more than one entry. (you notice that you've spent a small fortune at starbucks, you should probibly cut back on that.)

[Ingo Monk]

*Takashi takes note to delete or remove personal data from the Matrix in the near future.*

"It's a little scary knowing what people can find out about you on the 'trix." Takashi looks up at Jazz, notices the beer and points to it.  "May I?"

[mercy]

reaching up careful checking for a lid I see if i can get out of the soup

ther's actuall a ladder of sorts... your mussles feel almost too weak to pull your self out for some reason,... and you aren't sure if the tubes and probes attached to your body will quite reach...

[kv]

*pass him the beer, grab myself another from the firdge*

"Yeah, I know it can be a little scary to see yourself on paper like that. So... what do ya think? Am I calling MFI back to give him the green light on this, or what?"

[Ingo Monk]

Takashi takes a long swig of beer.  In the past several hours he's found out what 'Corporate Politics' really meant, he's seen two people he knew and trusted die, he has no idea where his car is, and his life as he knew it was probably over.  All he could do now was get back at the catalyst, the one person who started the downward spirial and ruined everything for him...

Killian.


"Ok Jazz, seeing as how if I show my face anywhere my hoop is in deep drek I don't have many other options...  let's get MFI on the phone and see what we gotta do.

[kv]

*without speaking, I'll call MFI back*

"He's in. Where are we going and what are we stealing?"

Data. Their Network Devision is about to roll out a new database search parcer. it's about 200% faster than the best one out there, and the competition dosn't have anything even close. they want to close that gap. I have three companies, each willing to put up about $200K to get it. I was planning on selling it to all of them, and splitting it 50 / 50 with you guys.
total payday, $600K. $300K for you guys to split two or three ways.

I have a databox that'll fit it. it'll hold 120GP of information. that should be enough to capture the entire database, and their test data. get in, hook it up, get the data, and get out again. the databox is the size of a really large briefcase, and it'll take about an hour to download everything.

[Ingo Monk]

"Hey MFI, I worked on that project.  But some really fragged up stuff happened to me tonight at the company.  I work, well.. used to work in the Software department, but the manager of a another department framed me for my boss's murder because I wouldn't give him the database code.  I stored some vital parts in my memory which I deleted from the database, and I scrambled the database as best I could.

Needless to say I don't think I can show my face anywhere without bring down some nastiness from the corp, maybe even LS.  I don't know how intact the database is, this happened a few hours ago."

MFI Looks thoughtfull for a second.
"well, regardless of not being able to walk in the front door, you know people there, and you know what security is where. Fill in Jazzman as to what you are up aghinst, and work together to come up with a solution to bypass what you need to get what you need to get.
if you scrambled the network, you can probibly un-scramble it, assuming they haven't just restored it off of the last backup.
I might be able to work out a bonus for you if I can sell it to the interested parties, and let them know they'll have a couple of days to re-work it before the original owner gets it up and running."

[mercy]

(I thump the side of the tank)(am i coherent enough to relize where I am )

Well, you are coherant enough to realise you are in a tank. you couldn't even pull that off for awhile.

after kicking arround a bit you get pulled out of the tank by a hoist thingie, and transfered to a bed. You Dr. Friend is there, looking as drunk and wired as ever.