As most of the crew slowly filtered into the small common room above the bar, one could notice how considerably more crampt it appeared. The room was already fairly small- as was the norm in Tokyo, before the various clutter of holopad, weapon parts, and mission memorabilia came in. To top it off, some of the runners- most notably Grizzly was considerably larger than most. Despite this, Jeremy Thomas, a thin, wiry man, who seemed to be somewhere in his late 50s, managed to maintain a dominating presence in this room. Downstairs, he was known as 'Tommy', the bartender. Up here, he went by 'Mr. T', reminiscent of an old tough guy holovid star from several centuries ago- before holovids were on holoscreens. While he no longer looked the part, Mr. T was a well known- and feared Ronin back in his prime, and was one of the few who managed to retire from the game relatively intact. 

Now that he was older, he used his notoriety and status gave him considerable cred as a Fixer, a middle-man who found Ronin for Clients and vice versa. Being a Fixer was a tough job, having to deal with the come-and-go nature of Ronin, as well as their relative short lifespan, while also having to deal with Corporate figures and clients without getting set up or taken advantage of. It was hard to find stable, reliable contacts, usually because anyone who needed Ronin for a job was neither reliable nor stable. But Mr. T seemed to be doing well for himself- he at least managed to keep the current Ronin under his employ busy with work- for a cut of the profits of course. He was a fair man to work with. Well, as fair as one could get in the underworld, anyway.

Without even so much as a 'welcome back', Mr. T got right into it. Triggering a holodeck off to his side, two images popped up- one, a large tower, not unlike most of the corporate skyscrapers in Tokyo, the other image was a mug shot of a clean shaven corporate man. 

[color=tan]"The name of the game is extraction."[/color] Mr. T said simply, [color=tan]"A bit of the same, a bit of the new."[/color]

Extractions weren't the most unheard of contracts there were. Often times, in the world of Corporate espionage, corporations would try to steal information and assets from one another- high ranking researchers and scientists, even CEO's and upper-corporate leaders could be considered assets. Sometimes corporations would bribe these individuals, rarely, said individuals would have a change of heart and defect on their own accord- in these cases they usually paid for their own extractions. Sometimes, corporations just paid Ronin to kidnap these assets outright. 

[color=tan]"This is Donald Howard, CEO of the Otsuka Corporation,"[/color] Mr. T stated, though anyone who had been living in Japan for the last decade knew who he was. This young up-and-comer had only recently become CEO of the cybertech juggernaut that was OtsukaCorp, but was already responsible for spearheading revolutionary waves through the cybertech world, and had caused Otsuka's modest stocks to jump up in recent years- allowing it to break into the top 10 Megacorps on the planet. It was no wonder he was a high priority target, though Eric was surprised that the mission was to "extract" and not "eliminate" the young CEO.

[color=tan]"Our Client declined to reveal his employers, but ensures us that the money will be good, and the job itself, relatively simple. You won't have your hand held the entire way through, but they've taken steps ensure your success."

"You'll be hitting Otsuka towers sometime after midnight. A second team will be dealing with electronic security, you guys will deal with physical security, and will locate and extract Mr. Howard. You'll get to meet them at the rendezvous outside the tower, and transport will be provided." 

"Payout is 20,000 up front- 5K for each of you to buy set-up materials. 80,000 upon successful delivery of Mr. Donald Howard to the specified location."

"The approach is up to you guys, quiet loud, both. Doesn't matter as long as it gets done. Its unlikely that he'll go willingly, but it is [i]absolutely imperative[/i] that you take him alive. So don't fuck it up."[/color]

Mr. T fished out 4 credsticks and tossed one to each of the Ronin in the room- reading out 5,000 credits on each. [color=tan]"Any questions?"[/color] he asked tiredly, clearly hoping that the answer was no.