This isn't the first IC post, because I tend to find that drawn out meetings to start kill the game.  But I will probably post it as the first IC post, let everyone make one IC post as introduction, then jump forward to the execution of the plan.  Because of that I wanted to post a (potentially) rough draft so people can post questions (that would be asked IC or that make sense OOC) and plan OOC.<br/><br/>I will say up front that I don't have a specific plan of how the characters should proceed, and am happy to roll with what people decide.  That includes potentially modifying things so characters get to shine.  E.g. I don't have any specific hacking in mind, but there are probably lots of opportunities that I would be happy to include if suggested.<br/><br/>Thank you for your patience as I shake off the rust and try to get into the groove!<br/><br/>Also, my intent is at least two groups, maybe more.  But I will leave it up to all of you how to divide.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Mr. Stone had called the group of indentured runners into a back room of the Dungeon to discuss their first mission.  The pay was pathetic for what was demanded of them, but the added benefit of not having their head explode made up for the difference.  The entrance to the back room was guarded by one of Mr. Stone’s ever present Troll bodyguards.  Inside a semi-circle of padded sofas lined the wall around a central table.  The second Troll bodyguard stood by the interior door, while an Elf woman wearing a nearly sheer little dress was draped over Mr. Stone, her eyes closed as if she was asleep.<br/><br/>“Sit.”  Mr. Stone grunted before finishing the last of the alcohol in a glass he had been holding.  “I’ll be quick.  A briefcase is coming into Sea-Tac that I want.  I have it on good authority that they are going to stay in a hotel near Shadow Lake.  I also have it on good authority that a group of unpleasant fellows from Puyallup are going to violently break into the room and steal the case.”<br/><br/>“You’ll be in two teams.  You need to get the briefcase without raising a scene, which means delaying the attack.”  He paused to sweep his gaze over the group.  “I don’t want it stopped, I want it delayed.  But violence is fine as long as there are still enough of them to do the job.”<br/><br/>With the general task outlined, Mr. Stone then proceeded to provide more detailed information.  There were two men guarding the briefcase, both assumed to be well trained and well armed.  However they had a penchant for hiring escorts.<br/><br/>Mr. Stone had a replica briefcase to make a swap.<br/><br/>The ‘unpleasant fellows’ were a motorcycle gang that operated out of a junkyard in Puyallup.  They numbered a dozen or so and seemed well armed and well informed.  Their usual afternoon entertainment was to terrorize a bar and/or hijack some car driven by someone stupid enough to go for a relaxing drive through Puyallup.<br/><br/>Mr. Stone was quite happy to suggest people play prostitute with the guards or let the gangers grab them, and made the point of commenting that they were to keep their simrigs ON at all times, but he did begrudgingly admit they were allowed to perform the task in other ways.  He didn’t seem to have many suggestions though.