Shadowrun: At the Safehouse.

"I know." She tilted her head off a bit.

Wolf wanders back over to the couch, still nomming bacon, "Wonder when Angel'll be back."

Lacy shrugs. "Eventually. She doesn't seem the type to just gather us here and vanish."

"Hope so. Getting bored of just sitting around." She takes her seat, settling into the couch.

"You and me both." Lacy sighs, taking another bite of bacon.

There was a knock at the door, peeking through the keyhole was an Ork in a green coat and a suitcase at in one hand.

"Hello? Geez, hope I came to the right address."

Lacy strolls over to the door after hearing the knock, still nibbling on a piece of bacon, and peeks through the keyhole. She hisses out a cuss under her breath and walks back to the couch, flopping down. "You get it."

Wolf stands, and heads over to open the door, "Yes?"

"Uh Hello. I was given an address to report to. A woman named Angel sent me."

Wolf steps back, "Come in, then, my good man. We're the rest of Angel's runners."

Stepping inside he looked around

"Thanks. Nice place... lots of space." He extended one hand and smiled weakly, his lower tusks showing. "Call me Dr. Slate."

Lacy glares at him over the couch, a piece of bacon hanging from her mouth as she nibbles on it. She mumbles to herself then flops back down, laying out on the couch.

Wolf brings an arm to her midsection, leaning forwards to bow, "Nice to meet you, Doctor. I am Wolf."

"Oh, uhm Very pleased to meet you Wolf." he said a little surprised. "So... uh, what do you do? That is if you don't mind me asking."

"I steal information, ruin people's lives without ever touching them, and get into places that other's cant. It's by my understanding Miss Ceres over there is similar to my line of work, and Lady Lacy is a bit more blunt in her advances. I'm sure they can explain that for themselves, though." She heads back for the couch.

"I'm a combat, and weapons specialist." She stays down on the couch, not bothering to look at them.

There came a knock on the door a bit later, and anyone looking through the peep hole would see Angel standing out there looking a bit run-down.

Lacy comes back to the door after hearing a knock, and looks out the peephole before opening it. "Angel? You alright boss? You look like someone tried geekin' ya."

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Just been up for entirely too long. Trying to get you some decent work... Unfortunately... Ugh... An old associate found me. Reminded me that I owed him one," Angel said then sighed. "Lawn ornament fixer and his welp. Why somebody would hire shadowrunners to do a prank run is beyond me."

Lacy gives a wicked looking grin. "You give me time and place, and I'll handle him for you."

"No, Lacy, he has a kid," Angel sighed. "A cute kid. An annoyingly cute kid. Who he treats like a business partner."

She just shrugs. "Your call." Lacy turns and walks back on inside, returning to her spot on the couch.

"A prank? From one child to another?" Slate asked before putting his suitcase down. "As long as the check clears I suppose... Welcome to the sixth world."

Wolf settles back into the couch, "What's in the case if I might ask, Doctor?"

The ork looked down at the sad-looking, beat-up plastic suitcase that most likely at one point held some manner of technical equipment and sighed.

"The usual... Hopes, dreams, worldly possessions." he nudged it with his foot and smirked. "Pretty much clothing, ammunition and notes. Got the case on the way out from my old job and been living out of it since. Nothing really earth shattering in there unless you have a PHD."









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