The old man was kind of irksome. Demon felt that he was either cynical by nature or because his face had seen a few too many bad ops in its time. Perhaps he'd worked with too many people like our mouthy gunslinger, all talk and no performance. Or perhaps he was just an asshole with a drekked-up face. We may never know. The way he seemed to want to be the one with the Big Man Pants was familiar, though. Plenty of 'personalities' like that in the world, usually in business or politics. Not something the troll was heavily knowledgeable in, but a runner deals with that kinda' person from time to time. This guy could've been a Johnson himself at one time, maybe. He had one thing wrong, though. A runner's skills could do something about anything if you were creative about it. A room full of meatosaurus rexes like himself could probably tear ass, carry the engine to a rented truck, and am-scray. A group of deckers and riggers could divert and screw the convoy up, put down their automated everything, and scrag the resistance in vehicle and drone combat. It's always a matter of doing what you CAN do and filling in the blanks as best you can. For instance, it wasn't looking like they had Riggers, so renting a truck was sounding good about now.
Nevertheless, the old guy had insisted on knowing who or what he was working for. He should've guessed half of them by looking already, though. Kind of irritating, but this part of the discussion was a case of El Shrug-O to Demon. Of course, it WAS eye-opening to find that the decker girl - Geist - was Ex-Lonestar. Boy, if anyone here was surprised by that...well...nevermind. Decking was not her specialty, it seems, but Demon was right in pegging the 'professional' in her, it seemed. 'Spector' was a squishy decker himself, of course, probably more into the net than Geist and declaring himself next to useless in meat-space. Never declare your weaknesses so outright. They'll know, already. Zadikiel caught his eye, stating that he was a doctor. Aha! So THAT'S what it was! The squirt-gun runners! Buncha guys making corporate stooges drop left and right! That made the news! Wonder what happened to them...? Well anyway, Zadikiel was obviously team medic, as blatently obvious to everyone that Windrunner was a shaman, most-likely a bird shaman. Demon looked around. It was him, the gunslinger, and the old man. Might as well be him.
"Well, I think it's very clear what I do here, but I'll play if you want. You call me Demon. I'm the mainline defense and the hard offense, the spear AND the shield. The heavy combat aspect of this operation will pretty much by my schtick, though there are a few other talents I have that'll come in handy."
He turned to Mr. Gray now.
"Well, that just leaves you, the elf, and obvious Gunslinger, and I'm having a devil of a time figuring you out. Why don't you share with the class now?"
