Red Five weaved her way through the crowd (her steps the familiar dance of everyone used to the bustle of Seattle's streets), quickly forming a plan for her meet with Mouse. First things first. Dodging a particularly large ork, she composed a message and sent it to the shaman: [i]You know the Cathode Glow? Mage;decker place, pretty private. Meet me there in 30?[/i]

The Cathode Glow was right on the edge between Auburn and Renton, about a twenty-minute walk from where she was. Gave her time to do a moment's recon before actually meeting with Mouse. She hadn't seen her since the small they'd done together. It hadn't gone well. She might have to 

While making her way toward the CG, a hunch formed in the back of her mind, likely computer-assisted. If Koch-Huang knew McIntosh was in high demand, they were likely taking a proactive stance on security. The safehouse itself seemed pretty, well, safe, but she wouldn't be surprised if some of their muscle took a bullet in the next few days. Semi-consciously, she devised a contingency plan. Step one: another message. Red attached the location of the safehouse—encrypted, of course—to a new message and sent it to an old friend of hers.

[i]Mr. Black. Might need a triggerman for a job. Pays about 6k. You got anyone good on call? red5[/i]