[hider=System Info: Results of Traction's Hacking][u][b]Comm status:[/b][/u] 
	[b]Make/Model:[/b] Sony Emperor (off the shelf model)
	[b]Registered Owner:[/b] Ms. Zelda Johnson
	[b]Stored Owner Info:[/b]
		[i][b]SIN:[/b][/i] None registered (Sony Bypass Exception Code: 4452 - Contact Sony for more details)
		[i][b]Other info:[/b][/i] None submitted
	[b]Current Location:[/b] New Orleans, Louisiana, CAS (GPS co-ordinates unavailable, feature not installed)
	[b]PAN connections:[/b] None present
	[b]WAN connections:[/b] None
	[b]Grid connections:[/b] Public (unsecured)

[u][b]Hits returned for commcode:[/b][/u] 2 found
	[i]Commlink purchased Yesterday, 11:35 AM[/i]
	[i]1 Call sent out (Multicall): 5 minutes ago, 11:02 AM, call still running[/i]

[u][b]Result of triangulation and probing attempts, general info:[/b][/u]
	[i](The call seems to have been sent from the opposite end of town, from a public connection. This commlink seems to have never been connected to any private network whatsoever. This is a common trick used by experienced fixers and Johnsons with money to spare. Odds are this comm was bought through certain corporate connections to have the GPS features removed, and will be disposed of either after this call is concluded, or after payment is delivered for the run. You could easily plant a tracking bug, datamining protocol, or similar program within the device if you wanted, but it doesn't appear to be worth the effort.)[/i][/hider]

Recluse rolled his eyes behind his goggles at Kali's entrance. It wasn't worth the air in his lungs to respond. This sort of thing was common, and it didn't seem to matter what he said in response. Seemed like she had armloads of food with her, but he knew better than to assume she'd brought anything for the team, and he wasn't ever hungry enough to try and risk stealing any for himself. Kali burned calories as fast as she sucked oxygen, and Recluse was the exact opposite, like some kind of camel, he could get away with eating twice a week, and it'd fuel him the whole time if he was on a job or at home.

Everybody filtered in slowly, and reactions seemed to be reticent at best, with the exception of Cath. That was fine. Everybody had their own business this week, there was no reason to believe that everyone would suddenly be excited about this... odd job. The lady at the other end of the call seemed to understand this as well, as she waited patiently for responses to filter in. She thought for a moment about Cath's particular question, which seemed to be the only one forthcoming, at least vocally. Recluse decided that this was the time to speak up for once. Unfortunately, it was a question he needed to ask before almost every job.

"...You need this job done quiet? What would you say about a risk of... explosions? Hypothetically."

Their new employer was fairly quick to respond. It seemed like she was anxious, or just in a hurry. [b]"Ent got noooooo problem if ya wanna end with some big kaboom. Ent mi warehouses, yeah? An ya dunna got connections to me. Not yet. Mi pay ya at de end regardless. But mebbe ya get not so many jobs from us if ya blow em all up, yeah?"[/b]

That out of the way, she turned her attention towards Cath's question. [b]"Mi feel ya tryin' to make fun o' me or flatter me, miss. But mi give ya pass since mi like ya, hmm? As for ya question... dis only suspicion, personal, yeah? Not representative of reality or mi client, yeah? But word is dere be some kinda crazy astral at play. Some crazy wicked juju attached to dem CDs. I dunna who might want sometin like dat, but mi client do, and it's good enough for mi."[/b]

Without any time for further questions, the call suddenly cut off on the other end. Either the connection dropped on the other end, or she had hung up. It was probably safe to assume the latter was true. Their business had been concluded, and it didn't seem like she was going to answer any further questions, even if any were forthcoming. Which left the group alone to their planning, save for one final text message that came through their comms. [i]"Mi send all further contact through either the elf or the sniper. No reason in particular. Have fun boys and girls! -Z"[/i] Recluse sighed heavily. What a pain in the ass... Maybe he'd just foist the job off on Cath in full, if he could. Seemed like he got picked at random, which was drek in the first place.

"Well, talking points, fellas. Three goals. Find out which warehouse houses our goods, then we have to get the stuff and be able to transport it to the van. Then fudge the numbers, right? As far as I'm concerned... I'm probably not the man to deal with the numbers. Once we find out where we're going, I'll cover our retreat, same as usual. Y'all know how to reach me if you need a hand carrying stuff, but otherwise, I'll be making sure nobody gets in or out once we start."