<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/nCMRGb0.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Hachi</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243890.msg12052546#msg12052546)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Streets</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Tacnet</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fate Points</strong></td><td>2</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Moderate Consequence (4)  </strong></td><td>---</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Major Consequence (6)</strong></td><td>---</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Talkative group, which wasn't a bad thing at all by Krysta's standards.  As time passed, she would have more of a chance to get to know everyone's strengths and weaknesses, but assembling a crew and figuring out what everyone was best at was far from one of her strong points.  It wouldn't surprise her if that was Drop's talent.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Hachi:</strong>I tend to be relatively connected but terrible at deception.  Forklift and I have a place for people who need to crash with one extra guest bedroom, and if you two new folks don't feel comfortable shacking up together in the same bedroom, let us know.<br/><hr/><br/>Smiley came back with some pertinent but ultimately useless info.  Lady Bennett was in town, which was quite unusual.  A fiery redhead, she fancied herself a proper Irish noblewoman and expected others to keep up the pretense despite all of Earth being lost in the Fall.  Krysta didn't mind; a paycheck was a paycheck, and not all of Lady Bennett's fire was in her hair.  Still, there was no way she'd be involved in TITAN artifacts.<br/><br/>Maybe a call to Eryn Render would come up with something.  Supposedly he had a shop somewhere in New Shanghai, but Krysta had no idea where.  Most of what he sold didn't interest Krysta in the slightest, but he tended to have an ear to the ground, and she'd pulled some work in the past for him.<br/><br/>"Krysta!"  That smile, that glint in his eye had never been the same ever since he'd found out about her.  That was probably for the best; she hated to feel like she was letting him on.<br/><br/>"Hello, Eryn."  She never spoke aloud during calls, especially not while walking down the street.  "I have a contact looking into new and exotic items which are supposed to be coming into town."<br/><br/>He almost looked bored.  "And I imagine you still aren't going to give me anything more than that?"<br/><br/>She returned the expression.  "You know I don't disclose my clients unless they want me to."<br/><br/>"It's just funny," he said without an ounce of humor, "always asking for information but keeping secrets."<br/><br/>For her part, a wry smile caught up on her lips.  "Yet when you asked me for a picture of one of my morphs naked, you ended up agreeing that some secrets should be kept."<br/><br/>That shut him up.  "...I guess your current morph is also..."<br/><br/>A simple nod caught things back to business.<br/><br/>"I'll look into everything and see what I dig up.  Expect a message within the hour."<br/><br/>With that handled, she tried to jump up towards a nearby rooftop, but a jagged blast of pain slowed her down.  She really hadn't landed right on her left leg, and while walking was pretty much fine, she probably shouldn't overexert herself for a bit.  After all, if she got into a fight, the last thing she wanted was to be a problem for the team.