"Any objections?"
Now it was all becoming clear, the machine was NeoNET's little ***** before he got out. He'd remembered some corp suit from them asking to hire the Ancients for some highway patrol a few years back, they'd declined the job since the annual BTL shipment was being driven across the border from California the next week and all their resources were protecting that. This guy, thing, whatever, must've escaped, most corps were incompetent outside their own walls, but what they did inside was incredible, he had to admit. If he hadn't been what he was, Wulf would've assumed he was just as meta as the rest of them, except for the inflections on the way he spoke and the business-only demeanor.
the elf waited until the whole group arrived before speaking, he didn't feel like having to go over the same sentence more than once. Another hold-over from the gang, but it worked and he had no intention of repeating himself for some slag that didn't listen or wasn't there when he said it the first time.
"Look, I can keep whoever is going in safe, with at least one other muscle bag, either you,"He looked at Chromad," Or you," He gestured to the other ork," And someone else with a history of walking the shadows," He shook his head at Sebastien and his KE armor,"Great, another ex-cop,with a Mach the Shock fetish, things just keep getting better and better, but you look to have some kind of experience, and you, Edge. Your flailing isn't that great, but it'll get the job done on most chromes, provided they don't have that new reflex system they came out with last month."
"As for the hit, I can run interference, provided anyone else has a bike, or a small car'll do if nothing else. As for the locks," He scanned through the message again quickly,"I can't do much for those, I assume someone"He quickly looked the machine in the eye, fast enough to not be caught by most of the ones here at the table,"Can get through the retinal,SIN, and bio-locks? Give me a maglock and I can find a way around it, a steel door and I'll get through it, but this high-tech shit doesn't come up much in my line of work."
"I'd also say we find someplace else to meet tomorrow night, the same runners coming to the same club two nights in a row is enough for even your Lone Star buddies to put two and two together," He said to Nik, one of the few he knew how far he could trust,"And I'd recommend reaching out to any contacts you've got that can confirm any of the guards routines, patrols, and dives, a drunk guard, or even better, a guard that just had his brains fucked out, will give better information on what we need. The corps are still out for themselves and I don't feel like being scat for the Yaks or whoever that come in after us, get us screwed to the wall, and then waltz out with the shit free and clear. Any street talk you can find out about this," He'd brought up the primary target in his comm's AR as he spoke,"Dr. Shelly, she looks about a little under 2 meters, at the very least, some kind of datajack in her head, probably some kind of weapon on her hands, maybe some snap blades, but anything we can find out about her without the Archive's computers is something else we can use when we get to her."
He looked around the room, and noticed more than a few surprised stares, almost as if they'd expected him to just be some kind of low-rank Ancients grunt that got fed up with the life or something. Morons, he'd been planning hits on both people and buildings for almost ten years.
