Chapitre I: Drinking Buddies

Seattle Downtown, Gates's foundation Park, 18/11/2075 01:23:

The population of the Gates's Foundation Park depends greatly on what part of the day it is. In the morning , you find mostly jogger and people walking their dog. At lunch time waves of wageslave come down from their tower to eat. In the end of the afternoon , the population become more diversified with teen and artists but they all leave the park when the sun come down : The park become the Territory of Dealers and gangers.
But the different group were staying out of the way of the weird group who was visibly waiting on the little charming brigde in th east of the park : 2 humains, one troll and one elf. For a common man the group could be a little weird and shadowy looking but for the denizen of the street : they could only be one thing shadowrunner and mess with shadowrunner usualy isn't a good idea.

The meeting was going to take place at 01:30, this time they had a meeting with Mr.Johnson, this time the job was serious. The consigne was clear " don't fuck up" and the group didn't planes to.
The city was a little bit excited and seattle's matrix was talking about one thing: tomorrow's game between The Seattle Thundebirds and the Vancouver-Universal Omnitech : Cannucks. A lot of hockey fan made the travel and KE anti- riot force were ready. No matters who win : there will be action tomorrow night.

As you all wait, Heron remarks The dwarf coming your way first with his Spydrones. The Johnson is dressed with a white shirt and black suit, he chooses to not wear a tie to give a look that some Communication expert in the big tower must have label "dynamic and relaxed". When he sees your little group he squints for a moment and nods for himself.Whith a big smile he begins :
"Hello everybody , my name is John Johnson." he pauses a little and smiles at his own joke. " Our mutual prefered Nightclub said that you are skilled operative so here is our project : My Friends " He insists on the S. " are hockey fan and want to help their fellow fans to enjoy the aftermatch, We have the location of a warehouse full of beer and we know that they have readied their next delivery for tomorrow morning. We wish for this delivery to be change to tonight and change the target to a place of our choice. Of course , you would have to do a little advertising about our party but I'm sure that the promise of free beer is easy to sell."He pauses and you can see his gold cybereyes shine in the dark.
"For this service, you would, of course, be rewarded, 20 000 $ should be enough for your trouble."
He looks at you expecting a reponse and he seems to wonder which one of you his the leader. His suit look out of place in the park, he doesn't sound worried about the local fauna but you can still see him glance around and his golden eyes stop for an instant on the dealers and your most visibles weapons (despite having missed the drone) but he has a good pokerface and keep his cool. He may be more used to violence that the common corporate drone : His right arm is a cyberlimb and it clash a little with his peaceful look.

When you ask your question , he smirk and 3 seconds later answer:
"Of course , our target, the warehouse, is secured : not a lot of men but a nasty pack of Hell hound patrols the site. Futhermore the storehouse is in Downtown and the company have other squad in the city, you can expect reinforcement."

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@Homemade
When you open your eyes : you see the whole Emerald city grid that 's shining in the night sky, at first you can see John Johnson. You squint a little and you can see his whole PAN : You see that his comlink is not the best one on the market it's just a little Renraku Sensei. You can see that he is not the best Hacker in town because despite running silent , he forgets to hide the broadcast of his visit card : Liam Donnel, gifted actor. Futhermore you can see that Someone has a MARK on him : a Green Skull. He is running on The Seattle grid.

The dwarf put his cyberhand on his heart:
"The T-Birds of course and I hope they crush the fraggin' Nucks"

He turns his head to you and with a jaded tone answer you:
"You won't piss them off if you don't get caught and worst case scenario that's kind of the runners job to piss off Megacorp"

He squints for five seconds and answers:
"The warehouse is in the south , a Carlsberg one. The delivery is for the Lincoln Plaza close to the stadium"
He types on his comlink and share the two GPS ARO with you.
"The two point are 12 km away."