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Moments after Vinyl takes his seat, F4d30ut sees a Black Eurocar sedan pull into the restaurant parking lot and park. A well-built white human man gets out of the driver's seat. He is accompanied by a slimmer man who exits the back of the car. After a look around the parking lot, the pair heads into Sideliners.

The first man through the door it the larger of the two. He pauses by the entrance and scans the room before stepping aside and allowing the smaller man in. The bodyguard stays by the door watching the room as you get your first good look at Mr. Johnson.

Johnson is a white human male in his mid to late twenties. His suit is clean and pressed, but not terribly expensive. It looks like a department store buy and is clearly not tailored. He looks somewhat nervous, like he doesn't really belong. He keeps looking around like he expects a fight to break out any second.

The bodyguard however does not look nervous. He is also wearing a suit, but it looks to fit him better despite his size. He makes little effort to conceal the bulge of a weapon under his suit jacket.

Vinyl glances up at the man as he approaches the table and pushed out the chair for the man. "Everyone," Vinyl begins, "this is Mr. Johnson."

Vision slowly leans back into her seat, crossing her arms. She carefully studies Mr. Johnson, trying to read as much information from his body language as possible. He seems nervous, he is probably not used to meeting with shadowrunners. Vision stars directly at Mr. Johnson trying to make him feel uneasy, if she can instill a healthy amount of fear in him than he will be less likely to attempt fragging us over when the job is done.

F4d30ut
Trying to concentrate on the meet and running your search at the same time clearly isn't the most productive way to go about things. You aren't able to glean much from your initial search. You do manage to find out that the bodyguard has a few counts of assault against him. But that's about it at this time.

Vision
You just can't seem to get much of a read on the two men. Maybe the commotion of the crowd is distracting you. Maybe the emotions of the area are clouding your astral sight. Whatever the reason, all that you can gather from your assensing is that Johnson is nervous, the bodyguard is slightly annoyed but mostly bored, and neither of them are magically active.

The calm, slightly friendly, but mostly professional demeanor of the group puts Mr. Johnson at ease and he visibly seems to calm down. At least he stops looking over his shoulder constantly. The man takes a moment to look at everyone then sits in the chair that Vinyl pushed out for him.

Seeing that the human isn't exactly sure how to start, Vinyl prompts him, "Mr. Johnson has an errand that he needs run. He asked me to find a few people that could do the job and I picked out you five." He turns to look at the man, "Mr. Johnson, why don't you tell us what we can do for you?"

Taking the prompt, Johnson begins speaking. His accent marks him as coming from this part of the world, though probably not "inner-city". He speaks smoothly, but he stops occasionally to swallow and look around the table. "The job is pretty simple. There is a package being delivered to this address." Anyone not viewing AR will get a notification from their commlink that they have a new message. Anyone viewing AR will immediately see a text message from Vinyl with an address in southern Tacoma. "The package is being shipped through a carrier called North American Freight. It should get to the Tacoma distribution center sometime Wednesday and is scheduled to be delivered Thursday. I need you to pick up the package before it is delivered, and bring it to me unopened."

Max is able to get the location of the North American Freight distribution center and the location of the address from publicly available data. Unfortunately the projected route between the two is only a direct route and assumes that there won't be any other deliveries made by that truck. Not exactly useful information.

Likewise, his search for demographic and crime statistics for the area also turn up nothing.

The Johnson swallows and seems to be reading something in his AR. "The package is coming from a company called 'Intelligent Supplies'," he says somewhat mechanically. "Unfortunately, the information that my sources were able to get did not include detailed shipping or tracking information." As he relays that information, he almost flinches as if he expects to be berated, but it only lasts a moment. "What I am able to tell you is that, based on the cost of shipping, the package should be between 35 and 50 kilos."

Johnson sits and listens to your questions, occasionally focussing his gaze on his AR view before responding. "The package is being shipped through a commercial carrier. I would not expect any heightened security for a simple delivery." He looks around the room, being sure to look back at the bodyguard by the door. Despite Rinse's attempts to calm him down, the man appears to be getting more agitated the more questions you ask him. "The uh," he stumbles over his words and looks around at the group. "The specific contents of the package are of no concern to you. However, it should be handled as if it is fairly delicate, but not hazardous."