A Hazy Shade of Winter

[Brian]

BioWire sells all sorts of things.  Industrial, and they point to the marketing e-mail address as a contact point for more information.  What you can glean, however, is that they make various difficult-to-obtain or create industrial materials.  Polymers, adhesives, all sorts of heat and cold tolerant or insulated machinery....  It all becomes a bit vague after that.

[Dracos]

Dracos ponders, "Hmm... info info info..."

Dracos gets up and drinks some more of the rootbeer, shutting down the comp, "We should get out of here.  Guys, you ready to roll house?"

Dracos

[Ginrai]

Ginrai wakes up with a start, suddenly realizing two very important things.

"Fuck!  Forgot to e-mail my parents and tell them that I'll be away for a bit.  And where the fuck is my passport?!"

Ginrai gets out of bed to e-mail his parents and tell them that he's off with a friend for a few weeks because he needed a nice rest from work, hoping that they weren't too worried about him not having contacted them the past couple of days.  While doing so he also asks aloud about his own new identity.

[Dracos]

"You don't need it.  Last I heard they were tracking me and rez.  Not you.  Now chill out and start loading the stuff into the car."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Hold that thought, Drac.  Both of you, if you have any email from that list stored on a server, hotmail or whatever, wipe it.  Now.  We have a problem."

Rez pauses, typing furiously on his keyboard for a moment or two (and incidentaly following his own advice), then looks up.

"And before we load everything into the car . . . I can hide that big bag we bought, remember?  Figure out what you both want in there."

[Dracos]

"What?  Sure, sure...hum.  Longsword, katana and claymore fit by any chance?"

Dracos opens up his comp and logs in quickly, doing the vape and wipe, doing a final email check, and then logging off again.  "Lovely..."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Rez has a -very- foul look on his face.

"Yes, yes, and yes.  Just remember that I have to carry it, so don't make it much heavier than that.  Toss in a couple of tazers and stunguns, too."

[Dracos]

Dracos gets with the packing, putting the stated things into the black bag, hustling Gin into the car, taking another drink of the root beer, getting the other stuff into the car, and generally demonstrating the skills trained into him for four am disney trips from ages passed.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

After waiting a couple of minutes, Rez packs up the uplink and his laptop, and also puts those into the warbag (which is starting to get fairly chunky), then adds bow and a small stack of arrows as well.

Closing the bag up, Rez picks it up in his right hand and shoves the damn thing into his other-other hand.   Or stuffspace.  Or whatever.

Rez is, as can be noted by anyone looking at him, in a moderately foul mood.

[Dracos]

"Okay, off to SF.  Scenic route.  Rez, you got navigating.  And dammit, you want me to swing by the slums or something and let you kill a few people?"

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Don't tempt me."

Rez grabbed what remained to grab (the mobile phones, really), pocketed a tazer, and headed out to the car, digging out a map when he got there.

[Dracos]

"I'm evil, tempting is what I do.  And it's better than seeing ya all out of sorts."

Dracos gets, "Anywhere you thinking for heading?  Aside from picking up some extra artiliary?  Hum...  You know, if we can get it, we might want a flash grenade.  Just as a 'run fuck run' last resort."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"What, a flashbang?  I'd be tempted to use those as -more- than a last resort, really.  And we have somewhere to pick up artillery from?"

[Dracos]

"Well, whatever cy hooked me up with.  Which we'll see when we get there.  Hopefully they got some good connections.  And yeah, a flashbang."

Dracos flips on the radio.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Hm.  A flashbang would be helpful.  Something slightly more would also be good."