<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/RoanQuinceCyber3.png)</div>The last one to join their table was not unknown to Roan, at least not visually: Anastasia hadn't long been the band's "manager" - and if the Rockerboy had had her way on the night, she might not have ever been. Her bandmates had been more than a little persuasive in the moment, however, and - in the wake of one too many bottles of tequila and repeated assurances that the woman wasn't affiliated with the Corps - Roan had agreed to trial her.<br/><br/><strong>"Trial <em>only</em>,"</strong>the Rockerboy had said to all of them, Anastasia included;<strong>"and if I don't like what I see, we're done."</strong>That had been enough for them, it seemed, but Roan still wasn't sure whether she'd made the right call: with no other recourse, she'd resolved herself to watching and waiting - and then handling if necessary.<br/><br/><strong>“Miss Quince, Miss MacEachern,”</strong>said Anastasia after sitting; Roan had raised the bottle of bourbon in a means of mock greeting - offering no indication that she otherwise knew the woman beyond the circumstances of their present meeting - and then turned her focus back to the collective. They were all settling themselves down in the alcove, each expressing varying degrees of comfort and familiarity with their environment.<br/><br/>Not everyone's mood had lightened with the arrival of the warmth and neon-lit glow of the Afterlife's upper-belly: the sombre one seemed just as quiet - at least at first, saying little more than<strong>"I don't drink"</strong>as she descended onto her seat and reached for a pitcher of water.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, me neither,"</strong>responded Roan, who then lifted the sloshing bottle of bourbon to her lips and drew a drought. She exhaled with quiet contentment as she felt her insides burning - now matching the healthy, warm hue of her body's exterior.<br/><br/>The discussions about what the group could do to achieve their goal began almost immediately, with - much to Roan's surprise - the quieter woman from the rooftop taking the lead in the dialogue. Perhaps to the collective's own surprise, the thus far verbally generous Rockerboy did not leap in to contribute, but instead leaned back into her seat, settled her boots upon the edge of the tabletop, and simply listened into the offered ideas and points of consideration. Often, when not looking at the verdigris glow of the centre table's holo-projector showing of the low security housing exclave, she would cast her stare over each speaker in turn, considering them silently with her usual intensity.<br/><br/>She was not always deadpan in her expression: when the others quickly suggested masquerading as hookers, the Rockerboy's brow furrowed. Still, she kept quiet and allowed them to finish. When they finally had, Roan swallowed another mouthful of cruelly delicious bourbon and then dropped her feet from the tabletop with a "thump."<br/><br/><strong>"Those who can get intelligence about the locale, do so,"</strong>said Roan, sitting forwards in her seat, the too-full bottle sloshing and swinging lazily between her knees as it hung from between her fingertips;<strong>"those who can't, or those who don't want to leave it to the hearsay of someone else, can join me in scouting out the location directly. We get the intelligence about the place before we make the move.<br/><br/>"I can get us a netrunner to learn about - and fuck with - any system this asshole has in place,"</strong>the Rockerboy added with a humourless smirk;<strong>"Fireman was looking to hook us up with one earlier - see no reason why he won't kick us the <em>deets</em> of another now that the first has slunk off. After all: it wouldn't look good if the person he recommended for the job - even a low paying, cheap job - didn't even stick at it past the briefing, and I think we all know that the Fireman ain't like that."</strong><br/><br/>Another swing of the bottle followed, and then Roan finally set it down on the tabletop; she then pointed past it to the holo-imagery of the housing area, which continued to occupy the heart of their chosen alcove.<strong>"We get our intelligence, we get a cover story for our visit, and then we grab the target; get him out of there - and hopefully avoid being noticed while we do it.<br/><br/>"But there's more we got to consider before we start,"</strong>Roan added, looking at each crew member in turn as she slumped back into her seat, her arm draped across it's back.<strong>"Old Man Watanabe's, for example - Happy here might be capable, as she says, but if someone truly comes close to being flatlined then I want to know where he's set up. Might be common knowledge, but I never heard of the guy before today. Willing to guess he holes up in China- or Japantown - which leads me to my final point."</strong><br/><br/>Roan's smirk lessened to the degree that it almost entirely vanished; her eyes caught the glow of the neon-lights and seemed to radiate a palpable, enthusiastic energy nonetheless.<strong>"We need to know where we're taking him, which means considering safe-houses or zones where we can fade into the background and lock him down until we've notified Fireman. Since Watanabe is like to be in either China- or Japantown, I recommend heading to whichever he's in and laying low there, which means we need to look into either area to pick a suitable end zone. Should be a safe bet for getting lost in: after all, the local gangs won't likely pass up an opportunity to hit any Corpo strike teams we end up dragging into the area after us."</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Streetslang</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong><em>Deets</em></strong>: Details.<br/></div></div>•<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roan is aiming to get us our NPC netrunner through Fireman - let me know if anything else is necessary to make this happen when we move on to it, Hawkwood, though I'm expecting that it shouldn't be too hard since the Fixer originally set this up to provide us one (and his reputation would be knocked in a small way if the person he recommended didn't even stick around past the meeting).<br/><br/>Working on the assumption that Trance would have done as asked and loaded in the memory chip so they can look at the visual briefing for the job. Let me know if she would have refused for some reason and I'll edit.</div></div>