Johhny suddenly launched himself to his feet. And proclaimed as he did, "Alright! I'm leaving my lil' friends here." The five insect drones let out a chorus of cheers, raising up on hind legs to thrust fore legs into the air like they are giving arm pumps. After that they leap off Johnny's shoulders and chest and scamper about, finding places to watch the goings on. The Rigger isn't going to miss much by the looks of it. One of them even skitters up, along the table, over Kurt's arm briefly, onto the lip of the suit case and then peers into the case curiously. Johnny grins, "I'm going to go see to that Buffalo, yo!"

He turns and heads out. Up the ramp path to the door out of the building. Though Johnny isn't there in person, his Drones tweet and skitter about. Watching listening for the man.

Outside there's a beep, and before what looked like a PoS rusting hulk shudders. The camo-chrome shimmering, and revealing the beauty beneath, a beautiful retooled and tuned up Tesrolet 2020 Scorpion muscle car, pride of the Tesla/Chevrolet merger. A big block, powerful car, seats five, he'd pulled part of the team out in it once even. One of his favorite rides. As he approaches the car beeps again bio-sensors crediting him coming near, and starting the car with a roar. Slipping into the car and plugging the Rigger Jack into the data jack on the back of his neck, and he's one with the car. With a roar he peels on out into the street. And makes his way back to his garage and home. Gotta pull that Ablewerth Buffalo out of it's place, get his drones to start painting it over. May take all night. He won't miss a thing at the meeting though. Not a chance.