Shadowrun: Block War

The Corson Place Hotel has a business floor where executives can rent conference rooms for impromptu meetings. When you get to the room, you find the place isn’t immaculate, but still
clean enough for a downtown Manhattan hotel of the likes of the Corson Place Hotel. There’s a large oval-shaped table in the center of the room, along with a holoprojector, dry erase board, and white-noise generator. What surprised you more is the 13-year-old female dwarf at the head of the table. Sitting in the most serious pose she can manage in her pink dress, she still looks more professional than some people you have seen in the business.

“My daddy will be here soon. Please wait.”

A fixer sent his kid to do business. Now you've seen everything.

Wolf smiles, tucking her hands in her coat's pockets, "Well, aren't you adorable."

The young dwarf smiles, dimpling.

"Thank you," she said politely.

Lacy eyes the little dwarf, then sighs and shakes her head.  "Well, Angel was right. Where'd you get that adorable dress?"

Wolf moves over to the table, and leans down to look underneath it, then takes a seat wherever a chair can be found.

"My Daddy got it for me," she replied, her voice having a slight Hispanic accent. "Are there only two of you?"

"Three." The woman folded her arms from behind the other two, a good ways.

"I believe we've an Ork on his way somewhere." Wolf puts her feet up on the table, yawning.

"Okay. We want everybody to be here. Daddy will be here, soon, of course, then we can begin the briefing."

Lacy walks around, bored. She begins humming a tune to herself while waiting.

Wolf shifts a bit in her chair, leaning back. She looks over at the dwarf, "So, kid. Tell me, why are you here?" She blinks, "Wait, wait, let me rephrase. How did you get here? Well, actually, you probably drove.. wait, no, someone drove you.. Okay, okay. Why are you in this line of work at your age?"

"I didn't really have much of a choice. Daddy doesn't feel safe leaving me by myself, so he taught me about this. I've become his partner."

"Oh. I'd hope he pays you. Or atleast bumps up your allowance."

The door opened briefly and an embarrassed-looking Ork entered.
Smoothed his suit and straightened his tie and mumbled an apology as he took a seat with the rest of his new team.

"Sorry... Sorry... My system's not used to the better-quality grade Soy products you had in the fridge. Took a stomach settler so I won't interrupt things any more than I have."

Lacy eyes the Orc dangerously as he walks in. She sighs and shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest and looking back to the Dwarf.

Wolf nods, "And minus our handler, there is our final member of the team."

"Welcome...  And wow, that girl, there, gave you the stink-eye...  Anyway, please take a seat, and my Daddy will be here soon," the young Hispanic dwarf girl said rather cheerfully, then giggles at Wolf's addition. "You mean your fixer, right? Daddy helped out The Guardian Angel a bit back, so that's why you're here. She couldn't fix you up with a job, so here we are."  A couple of minutes later a middle-aged dwarf man comes in.  He is dressed in a suit that has seen better days and carrying some bags from a nearby Chinese restaurant..  As he walks to the table, he gives each and every runner a ceremonial nod before he sits the bags down.

Klubbs speaks softly with a Spanish accent, “Thank you all for coming, Mongolian beef anyone? I have some extra.” He offers another container of Krill based Mongolian beef, then takes a bite of his own.  “I have a job to offer you, one of corporate espionage. Injuries should be avoided, as should major damage. The goal is to lightly paralyze the company, not to write them off the map.”

Cheli is watching the runners as she eats her orange krill-based chicken with rice.

Lacy shakes her head. "Not hungry, thank you. Do you have a plan to paralyze them, or do you just want it done?" She crosses her arms over her chest, watching Klubbs.

"First and foremost we should discuss your payment," Klubbs said. "I am offering one-thousand, five-hundred newyen per runner, with a thousand up front."

Wolf leans back in her seat, "Not a whole lot, but not a little either. What exactly is the job? Corporate espionage can be a lot of things."

"I would rather know exactly what we are getting into before we discuss the pay."

"I would rather have the issue of payment settled, first," Klubbs retorted. "I have to keep on a tight budget care for myself and my daughter. Any amount more than what has been offered comes out of that, and leaves me and my child with less money to buy food and shelter."

"Fine, fine. Fair enough. So what are we getting into, here?"

"If I may interject, that's hardly a fair proposition. If we agree on a payment first, and it turns out the job isn't worth the pay, then we both lose in this."

"Madre de Dios, you act like I am trying to cheat you," Klubbs said throwing up his hands. "Like I try to get wetwork for the price of smash and grab. Do you think I have so little honor as that?"