Dusk

"Until that street rat came along, I was browsing some hardware and software options to help out our capabilities on the 'trix while we're here. With about 40 large in upgrades, my 'link could pass as a decent hacker... Anyone want to pitch in on that effort?", Vann looks about sardonically.

Then to Jericho, "I think we're doing this one without a presence on the Big Shiny."

As Wak makes his way into the alley, Goldie takes up position at the only way out of the alley into the street, the large golden-eyed troll in the knee-long brown jacket crossing his arms and making as menacing a presence as possible while simultaneously keeping an eye out for passer-bys on the street as well as a firm eye on the goon Wak is interrogating. After Wak has spoken, he adds:

"If you value your limbs and life, you better start talking, and that talk has better damn well be of use to us. None of your friends can help you out of this one kámoš. What's another dead goon in an alleyway mean to anyone here in Lagos? Sure as hell doesn't matter to us."

Jericho turns to Vann, I think we've got bigger problems than lack of information... those two are gonna get us killed.

The elf looks over his shoulder, "Hm? Wha...!?", he quirks an eyebrow and unconsciously checks his Predator in its holster, then scoffs, "Didnt everyone just give me a speech about not drawing attention to ourselves?", he tries to keep Jane moving and guide her out of line of sight of possible gunfire.

Looking to Jane, Vann muses, "Those two are our muscle. If they can't handle these goons, we have a bigger issue..."

Next Vann inspects the tracker, to determine if there would be any danger in removing it from her bag, and if not he pops it off and crushed it under heel. "Guess there will be no using this to our advantage now..."

Vann cranes his neck and tries to peer back in the direction of the confrontation, "Are they talking to them!? ...well that's interesting... I figured they were just gonna go frag 'em. Forget gear, we need to have that 'game plan' talk that I tried to have on the plane... You've given us no hint at what we're actually doing, so people are just going out on limbs."

Goldie waits until Wak is safely out of the alley, before he too slips away from the goon's sight and joins the others with the ork. He wasn't going to leave a crew member alone in such a dangerous situation, regardless of the wisdom or lack thereof of Wak's action, and regardless of the fact that the two hadn't even really gotten to know each other yet. It was a matter of principle for the troll. A team of Shadowrunners had to have each others' backs. Knowing how things could easily have turned out when Wak pulled a gun on the goon, the troll had felt obligated to back the ork up. If he hadn't, the goons in the alley might not have let Wak withdraw without a fight... The thugs would surely soon report to their superiors that a ork and a golden-eyed troll had meddled in their affairs and even pulled a gun on one of them, but so long as it had only been sharp words and not bullets that had been exchanged, whoever was in charge of the goons probably wouldn't care that much again.