Chapter 1 SNAFU - Situation Normal All Fragged Up

Huginn wakes up suddenly, and snorts loudly. He looks down and see's he's wearing a a fresh synthread tracksuit, with florescent stripes and neon rainbow trim. He seems startled after his appraisal of the garments, muttering something about mixing deepweed and whiskey. Speaking of, he polished off the little splash left in the bottom of his bottle, however it fell short of scratching the itch. But then he suddenly noticed the case buzzing away, and spoke in a loud gruff grumpy tone...

"What the hell happened... we got drunk and had a fashion show? What the hell's going on with that case anyways? "

"Drek", The Colonel muttered under his breath after hanging up the call that had interrupted his trawling of the local comms traffic he was listening in on.

He wasn't happy being contacted this way, it compromised him, drew him out in a way he didn't like to be drawn out. He reflected a moment, calming the rising paranoia-induced panic. Only a select few knew that number andiIf Greer had called him instead of using a dead drop, knowing the risk, it must be important. He would give him the benefit of the doubt, years of service together earnt him that.

He checked the satlog when he concluded the call and took a moment to comfort himself that his tracks were carefully disguised through cryptobouncing the signal across networks and satellites across the globe. He was 97% certain it was untraceable should anyone be looking. He didn't like the 3% remaining chance though so began an instant datawipe of the old commlink the call came through on and quickly broke it down to scrap, careful to take the RFID tag and data chip with him, he didn't fret his other commlink was quarantined from these sorts of intrusions from his past.

He gathered his belongings and made ready to exfil, as in his mind that 3% might as well have been 300%, he was compromised. He would have to find a new bolthole, but he was used to that and had stashes and caches all over the city. Before he left the musky room he was holed up in, he released a censor spray charge, allowing the chemicals to remove any biological evidence of his presence.

Emerging on the street from an alley, his possessions strapped to him in one way or another, he hung back in the shadow checking for watchers and tails before he made his move.

He knew the area and noticing a transit bus pull up near by and recalling its route, heslid underneath and nestled himself into its undercarriage and hitched his way, unknown to its occupants, to within walking distance of Greer's reported position. He checked his watch, 3 minutes and 34 seconds had passed since Greer contacted him.

"Getting sloppy, you old bastard," he scolded himself.

Knowing that The Colonel is always on time the three slightly exhausted runners go through the miniature maze that Huggin has set up to exit his "house". As they emerge into the misty Redmond's air they see a bullet pocked transit bus. The bus has sheets of steel welded onto it to cover up some of the bullet holes and the windows are deprived of any glass. The bus stops and up pops from nowhere Greer's old "friend".

Wyvern exits next. The matrix signals here aren't all that great, noise levels are pretty high and reception is spotty, but it feels as if the world is full of life again compared to Huggin's black hole.

Huggin exits last. The light drizzle obscures visibility. Making the exit all the more hard for any suspicious types to notice. He looks down at the ground and sees a bottle of "Likker" a nasty vat grown whisky with about two thumbs remaining.

The Colonel see his old companion Greer emerge from an alleyway. Greer is dressed in gawd knows what and his companions are dressed even stranger. Greer is holding a simple white case. As Greer nods his recognition the case seems to shake a bit then goes still.

The bus seems to have stalled. The engine is running but it isn't moving.

The Colonel notices that in the dreary smog like this his enemies could be anywhere.. However they also will have a hard time finding him and he can blend into cover easily.

The Colonel, satisfied with the scan of the street gave Greer the all clear. He kept one eye on the bus hoping his handiwork would keep the bus driver busy enough to give this crew a logistics option to area of operation.