Wulf nodded his head after Clay's outburst, looked the room over to memorize the other runner's faces, and left Club Raven. Outside, the rain had let up a little and so navigating to the small alcove where he had fought Edge, threw a tarp off his own Fenris and started it up. The roar of the engine startled what animals were still alive in the alley. He pulled out and went on his way, the light gray of the sky reminding him of how long he had before the sun rose over the horizon and his presence would become a liability. He called up his brother, and apparently interrupted something by the whining screams that accompanied his voice. After a short exchange between the three of them, Wulf hung up after one last comment.
"Sorry, Rom, I'll make it up to you. Tell Scherry I'll get her that if I can get a copy."
He sped through Halloweener territory, and as far as he could tell, wasn't really seen. The streets were just starting to awaken and he had the run of the place. He opened up the engine and felt the air rush through his hair and fur, relishing the feel before making a hairpin turn and speeding past his building to the compound about half a block away. He secured his bike there and arrived at the Stuffer Shack, where Jamen was hiding out in the back, scraping the dumpster with his one good hand and shoveling whatever crap they'd thrown out into his mouth. Throwing a couple bags of chips to him he'd bought inside, they spoke and Jamen agreed to watch the Archives for the next few days, at the price of some BTL Wulf could score off any one of the Ancients' street dealers with a discount, and a week's worth of food, which he haggled down to the days he watched the building plus two. The deal was to feed him at the Shack and he'd relay the information to him.
"Take it easy, Jamen, and be careful, you know how raucous the corp suits can get better than most."
The last thing he did for the day was enter his apartment, throw his ruined leather pants under his bed with the rest of his clothes and did a few searches on Roberts, the scientist they were going after, and decided "why the hell not?" and looked around NeoNET's site for any mention of Project Convergence. Most of it was bullshit and the same stuff anybody could find, but she'd gotten some kind of nuyen boost somehow, since according to pictures she'd been posting within the last few months were up too. Beaches, the new Ferari speeding down some highway, etc. He also set up a meeting with Boss Hiko, that night at eight at the Ming Dynasty Palace, one of his high-end restaurants. And he expected Wulf to eat the food this time.
Wulf was still awake and reckoned he had about two hours left before he needed to sleep so turned on the trid and lay on his bed, new episode of Harlequin Mysteries, some old flat-screen movie re-run, which he'd found out Roberts may have taken his name from earlier on the Matrix.
He woke up at six pm, as he always did and did his business, splashed some water on his face, cleaned out a bur in his fur, and slid on some synth-leather pants from underneath his bed, nowhere near as comfortable as the real deal, he'd have to find some other way to pay back that stupid kid. He threw on his best shirt, and strapped on his armored vest and put on the better of his two dusters, he had a meet planned with a Yakuza tonight. But first he had to meet up with Jamen. The two met up at the same Stuffer Shack and the elf ordered a pot of soycaf, a half-dozen burgers, one of them real beef, that was expensive, and two cobs of corn, one of the few things that could still be grown naturally around here.
"The guards seemed to change every hour, with one group staying in the guard station, three groups patrolling outside, and at least one inside. The guard shift changed today every four hours or so."
"Ok, ok. Well, eat your food,and get back to your post. I've got a meeting I'm going to be late for it I don't go soon."
"Ok, see ya Wulf." *munch**munch**munch*
Wulf then proceeded to the Palace, and was allowed inside after one of Hiko's guys were standing outside waiting for him. He was taken to a private room and handed over his Predators, trusting the Yaks to give them back when he departed.
After the traditional greetings, Wulf sat down on the cushion provided and ordered rice, some kind of squid, and a bowl of steamed vegetables, fresh from the kitchen. He had to admit, it was good, but he hadn't come here to eat. After they had each toasted each other in health, the elf decided it was time to get down to business.
"I'm here looking for some info on some other Yakuza in town. Big, seven foot tall mutha', katana, a guy in a suit, Yakuza too, I think, and his daughter."
Hiko gave pause, making Wulf know that he knew at least of who he was asking about.
"The man you're asking about is a boss direct from Japan, he's here for some kind of underground moot. I can't tell you anymore than that, confidential."
"Thanks for the heads-up anyways." He'd figured it'd have to be something like that to offer twenty grand each to about twenty runners.
They spent the rest of the meal speaking of nothing in particular, Hiko still tried pulling out anything Wulf knew about the Ancients and their inner workings, and he deflected, a friendly game they'd perfected over the past few years. He was given his guns back, and left, heading back to his apartment, where he watched a few more trid programs, browsed the Matrix for anything else of use, nothing of any real use,though he did find out that the ork he'd roughed up had been found dead in his apartment, shot to hell and back. Wulf then went to sleep around the same time most people were starting to get up. Too bad for them, they didn't get to experience Seattle the same way he did.
The next night he arrived at the Dragon's Lair around ten after his meeting with Jamen, who had said that the guard patrols were every six hours, not four this time, nothing else was really that important. He arrived and sat down at the bar, facing the door and ordered some kind of juice and alcohol, whatever he'd had at Club Raven had really hit the spot.
"Sorry, Rom, I'll make it up to you. Tell Scherry I'll get her that if I can get a copy."
He sped through Halloweener territory, and as far as he could tell, wasn't really seen. The streets were just starting to awaken and he had the run of the place. He opened up the engine and felt the air rush through his hair and fur, relishing the feel before making a hairpin turn and speeding past his building to the compound about half a block away. He secured his bike there and arrived at the Stuffer Shack, where Jamen was hiding out in the back, scraping the dumpster with his one good hand and shoveling whatever crap they'd thrown out into his mouth. Throwing a couple bags of chips to him he'd bought inside, they spoke and Jamen agreed to watch the Archives for the next few days, at the price of some BTL Wulf could score off any one of the Ancients' street dealers with a discount, and a week's worth of food, which he haggled down to the days he watched the building plus two. The deal was to feed him at the Shack and he'd relay the information to him.
"Take it easy, Jamen, and be careful, you know how raucous the corp suits can get better than most."
The last thing he did for the day was enter his apartment, throw his ruined leather pants under his bed with the rest of his clothes and did a few searches on Roberts, the scientist they were going after, and decided "why the hell not?" and looked around NeoNET's site for any mention of Project Convergence. Most of it was bullshit and the same stuff anybody could find, but she'd gotten some kind of nuyen boost somehow, since according to pictures she'd been posting within the last few months were up too. Beaches, the new Ferari speeding down some highway, etc. He also set up a meeting with Boss Hiko, that night at eight at the Ming Dynasty Palace, one of his high-end restaurants. And he expected Wulf to eat the food this time.
Wulf was still awake and reckoned he had about two hours left before he needed to sleep so turned on the trid and lay on his bed, new episode of Harlequin Mysteries, some old flat-screen movie re-run, which he'd found out Roberts may have taken his name from earlier on the Matrix.
He woke up at six pm, as he always did and did his business, splashed some water on his face, cleaned out a bur in his fur, and slid on some synth-leather pants from underneath his bed, nowhere near as comfortable as the real deal, he'd have to find some other way to pay back that stupid kid. He threw on his best shirt, and strapped on his armored vest and put on the better of his two dusters, he had a meet planned with a Yakuza tonight. But first he had to meet up with Jamen. The two met up at the same Stuffer Shack and the elf ordered a pot of soycaf, a half-dozen burgers, one of them real beef, that was expensive, and two cobs of corn, one of the few things that could still be grown naturally around here.
"The guards seemed to change every hour, with one group staying in the guard station, three groups patrolling outside, and at least one inside. The guard shift changed today every four hours or so."
"Ok, ok. Well, eat your food,and get back to your post. I've got a meeting I'm going to be late for it I don't go soon."
"Ok, see ya Wulf." *munch**munch**munch*
Wulf then proceeded to the Palace, and was allowed inside after one of Hiko's guys were standing outside waiting for him. He was taken to a private room and handed over his Predators, trusting the Yaks to give them back when he departed.
After the traditional greetings, Wulf sat down on the cushion provided and ordered rice, some kind of squid, and a bowl of steamed vegetables, fresh from the kitchen. He had to admit, it was good, but he hadn't come here to eat. After they had each toasted each other in health, the elf decided it was time to get down to business.
"I'm here looking for some info on some other Yakuza in town. Big, seven foot tall mutha', katana, a guy in a suit, Yakuza too, I think, and his daughter."
Hiko gave pause, making Wulf know that he knew at least of who he was asking about.
"The man you're asking about is a boss direct from Japan, he's here for some kind of underground moot. I can't tell you anymore than that, confidential."
"Thanks for the heads-up anyways." He'd figured it'd have to be something like that to offer twenty grand each to about twenty runners.
They spent the rest of the meal speaking of nothing in particular, Hiko still tried pulling out anything Wulf knew about the Ancients and their inner workings, and he deflected, a friendly game they'd perfected over the past few years. He was given his guns back, and left, heading back to his apartment, where he watched a few more trid programs, browsed the Matrix for anything else of use, nothing of any real use,though he did find out that the ork he'd roughed up had been found dead in his apartment, shot to hell and back. Wulf then went to sleep around the same time most people were starting to get up. Too bad for them, they didn't get to experience Seattle the same way he did.
The next night he arrived at the Dragon's Lair around ten after his meeting with Jamen, who had said that the guard patrols were every six hours, not four this time, nothing else was really that important. He arrived and sat down at the bar, facing the door and ordered some kind of juice and alcohol, whatever he'd had at Club Raven had really hit the spot.
Basically what he did was get another guy watching the building, find out who out employer is, and looked up a few things on different things.
