Dusk

Vann nods sharply, hears her out and then nods again. "Sounds like a good time. Are we traveling there through conventional channels? Border security, customs, and all that?", he sits back and orders an elderflower gin-drink through the open Node at the bar.

"I'll have to pick up some equipment at home. When and where do we meet for departure?" the golden-eyed troll in the brown jacket asked, the first he had spoken since he entered the meeting room.

"Goldeye by the way. You can call me Goldie."

Vann grunts, "If we need to go see a doctor, I need some nuyen... and a doctor. Anyone know somebody?", he looks around the room to his new comrades.

Looking back to Jane, "What is our entry point like? Are we coming into a public airport? Do we need to worry about carrying our... tools of the trade... past unfriendly security?"

He leans in close to the picture of Samriel and uses him image-link optics to store the picture on his 'link.

I’m legal... Jericho catches himself mid sentence, Guess that makes me the mage, to all of you. General utility, lighter on the spiritual, he says with a smirk.

Vann looks to Mouse with a smirk, "Eh, I too shoot things... when necessary... Um, I am also trained in the techniques of social engineering, and social and physical infiltration, as taught by the Gesaelig Court of the Sinsearach peoples...", he nods and sits back to sip at his fragrant gin drink.

What's that, then? Jericho grabs for the dossier Jane had dropped near the photo.

It's fine, it's just like back in the corp, back at my desk. Paperwork. Not shooting. Right? Who are we shooting, anyhow? Jericho takes comfort in the paper in his hands, comfort in the distraction it affords.

"I'm what people call a Street Samurai. I think that's a drek term though, considering that I serve no single master. Ronin would be more fitting to keep with the Japanese terminology. I'm also a driver, pilot, and mechanic. Been to Lagos before by the way. Back in the Seven King War. Where I lost my eye... Was a pretty hellish place back then. I doubt it's changed much..."

Goldie knocks out a Red Harvest from his package and lights it with his golden zippo, before closing its lid with a metalic click. He then gets up from his chair and walks over to the table to look at the picture of Samriel.

"So that is our competition? Doesn't look like much of a challenge to me to be honest, but hey, looks can be deceiving..."

"What's in the dossier?" he asks Jericho after the dwarf has had time to read the hardcopy files.

Nothing she didn't already tell us, Jericho sighs dismissively. Guess I'll see you all bright and early. I better pack.

Well, see you guys in the morning then. Gotta get equipment stuff prepared for Lagos., growls Mouse as he waves the team a goodbye. As he passes the entrance, he picks up his gear and gives it a once over and steps out into the rain.

As the others wrap up and take their leave, Vann remains in his seat and orders another drink. Raising his nearly-empty glass to the others as they go. 'Hells... if I've got a payday on the way - and who-knows-what waiting in Lagos, might as well enjoy the night!', he muses to himself.

Once alone in the room, he ventures out to the bar and starts mingling with the upper crust. He had little packing or preparation to do. He was carrying most of what he needed with him right now in his messenger bag. And the rest would be waiting in his loft, in a backpack. It wasn't that he hadn't unpacked yet from the move, he had, but that was all the things he needed for living. For 'Running, well, ya gotta be mobile. And those types of things, they never get unpacked... until they need to be used, of course...