[color=8dc73f]"I would say that killing everyone is a Plan B that we can all agree on."[/color]

Ah, the rough-edged voice of a man who is at-home with killing things, though to be fair it's more of an 'as-needed' kind of thing, as far as runs are concerned.  You could've figured that this one was about to walk in as everyone in the building would've heard the telltale thump of a large animal jumping down from somewhere.  Joe had been just down the street, taking up residence in a bar for some good times.  He never dresses obviously runner for the occasion.  Truth be told, the Ork's [i]still[/i] got a potato on one of his cyberspurs.  Yeah, it was that kind of day.  It started off with some of the guys saying that Marie Mercurial's a 'lovely sheila', but she's 'just too metal for out tastes'.  They meant her cyberware, not her music, but heavy metal entered discussion too, then BSing about cyberware, and finally a game to see how well Joe and another guy with spurs could snatch things out of the air with them.  Didn't do too bad.  Won a few penny-anty bets.

He came back when the call came out from Vanessa, of course, interrupting the game as he knabbed the potato, mid-flight.  Came back here and got himself greeted by the safe house's 'guard dog'.  Sometimes the source of concern or even a bit of ire, Vasquez was sometimes considered more dangerous than Joe.  For while the everyday Slayer had decent weapons and magic talent, Vas was a [i]beast[/i], literally.  Public Enemy #2 in Germany and other parts of Europe - Guess who #1 is. - this Fenrir Wolf was something to be wary of even whilst IN the kindly influence of the Ork's handle on her.  Even so, she wouldn't be the only issue the team would have to somewhat mellow out about.  She took Joe's commands and she hadn't ripped anyone apart who didn't deserve it.  The big wolf followed Joe now, trying to enter the room, but getting shoved back to allow other people room to get in, because by the look of things...they had problems.  He overheard the talking as soon as he walked in.

[color=8dc73f]"So...the Krupp, huh?  Shit."[/color]

Joe didn't generally give a harsh reaction to bad news.  The emphasis on the one cuss-word indicated that this bothered him, though.

[color=8dc73f]"Always knew I'd end up pissing off a dragon, some day."[/color]

We've all heard the rumors.  We've all heard that Saeder-Krupp plays the shell game with companies, and that runners have a one-in-three chance of hitting one of their dummy corps, either as a trap to test their facility security, or because they were unlucky enough to spit on a place they valued enough to come after you for, and what they did to you then was unpleasant, at the [i]least[/i].  There's no end of speculation on the plans-within-plans that Lofwyr concocts in his spare time.  There's rumors abound about ALL the Great Dragons, and even the regular ones.  Lofwyr, though...  If 'shrewd' and 'dangerous' had an avatar, it was that creature.  He had some dirt on them, more specifically on Vanessa and her closest friends.  It actually didn't matter what the secret was.  Saeder-Krupp wanted them, and they were being 'most insistent'.  At this point, if you don't give the dragon what he wants, he burns your house down.  Joe didn't like it, but obviously 'choice' wasn't in the agreement.

[color=8dc73f]"Before you decide to tell us why they can't just frag off, what's going on in two days that we can't have the time to do it [i]right?[/i]  First casualty is usually the plan, but you still [i]make[/i] the plan, and the [i]best[/i] plans are the ones you've got [i]time[/i] for.  So, what's the deal?"[/color]