Shadows of St. Clair 2

[22:59:02] <GM[Moltar}> [It's been a day or so since the first meeting with the new Thursday; the group has been summoned rather suddenly to a street corner in Causeway Bay. It's getting rather late, and the sun is almost down.]
[23:04:17] <Saturday> [...from the top of the sky]
[23:04:17] * Friday is one of the first to arrive, with her head in the clouds as she lies on the sidewalk, staring up at the sky, oblivious of the people stepping over and around her.
[23:04:36] <GM[Moltar}> [The lights come on as always as the daytime ends, with corporate logos and laser beams taking over the skyline, presiding over the white glow from windows, signs, and even the walls of buildings all around.]
[23:05:16] * Friday sees no stars in the haze of city light. She feels just a little sad for a moment.
[23:09:24] * Saturday arrives by taxi, and taps her chip to the automated meter. After closing the door, she walks, unhurried, to the corner.
[23:10:12] * Wednesday parks her mini scooter at the parking area, put her helmet in the secured trunk, and walk to the rally point.
[23:11:41] * Thursday don't trust public parking places for the motorcycle, and thus drifts in by foot.  Not a bloody clue what's going on, even after a briefing by Wednesday the day before.
[23:13:23] * Thursday nods to the group.
[23:13:29] <Thursday> "Evening."
[23:13:46] <Friday> Hiii~!
[23:13:56] * Friday waves from her spot on the ground, not even sitting up
[23:14:18] * Thursday recalls that this girl is on drugs.
[23:14:44] * Wednesday just nods.
[23:14:49] <Thursday> "Hey.  So what're you on tonight, as if that even matters."
[23:14:57] <Friday> ...on?
[23:15:05] * Friday seems oblivious
[23:15:31] <Thursday> "Sure hope it's not shrooms...  Ahh, whatever."
[23:15:36] <Saturday> Good evening~!
[23:16:13] <Saturday> Oh my, no. She's not nearly so excitable right now.
[23:16:25] * Friday is actually on one of her lower days. She knows better than to get /too/ messed up before a job. Mostly because Sunday told her so.
[23:17:03] * Wednesday pays no mind to the crowd. They are always like this, but they get the jobs done.
[23:17:10] * Wednesday  .....sorta.
[23:18:01] <Thursday> "...so, who knows what tonight?  I sure as heck don't."
[23:18:13] * Thursday tries to get this ball rollin'.
[23:18:48] <Wednesday> We will be assigned the work later. Knowing too much is not a good thing, sometimes.
[23:18:59] <Wednesday> For now, just prepare yourself for anything.
[23:19:21] * Wednesday switch the sunglasses on. it slides into place with a 'Sssshk' sound.
[23:19:31] <Wednesday> ...especially the thing you are good at.
[23:20:25] <Saturday> Oh, but I always am!
[23:21:24] <Wednesday> Good. Stay that way.
[23:21:35] * Thursday is good at...  composing music and Muay Thai.  And this is probably not going to be a jam session.
[23:21:57] * Wednesday put her hands in her side pocket. Calmly waiting for the order.
[23:22:16] <GM[Moltar]> [All of the members' "work" phones all go off at the same time, indicating a message in text.]
[23:22:35] * Friday reads her phone, still lying on her back
[23:23:39] * Thursday still isn't used to relying on a cell phone like this...  Flip open, check new message.
[23:23:54] * Saturday fishes out her sleek little phone. It's red!
[23:24:11] * Wednesday's is tuxedo black.
[23:24:38] <GM[Moltar]> Message: Two blocks to your south one to the left PS
[23:25:52] * Wednesday made an eye contact to all the members, then nods.
[23:26:34] * Thursday looks south.  Seems normal enough.
[23:26:47] * Friday hops up to her feet in a kip-up. For a druggie, she's surprisingly nimble.
[23:27:43] * Thursday whispers to the group:
[23:27:50] <Thursday> {"...I'll hold the rear.  Best not to bunch up like a group, girls."}
[23:29:11] * Thursday walks north a little bit, trying to maintain an illusion that they're not some gang.
[23:30:53] * Wednesday starts walking towards the destination, blending in with the crowd.
[23:32:46] * Saturday doesn't blend in well at all. Being black in China tends to result in that.
[23:35:48] * Thursday continues to guard the north, moving forward slowly as the rest of the group heads to the rendezvous point.
[23:42:28] <GM[Moltar]> [The group arrives at the destination to find Monday and Sunday; the latter dictates something to Monday while leaning on a peculiar-looking vehicle but stops as she sees the group approach. In short order, she stands to her full height in order to greet the arrivals.]
[23:43:10] * Wednesday walk over to Sunday and report.
[23:43:22] <Wednesday> ...Ready.
[23:43:24] * Friday waves to Sunday with a smile when she sees her.
[23:43:54] <Wednesday> 0.
[23:45:04] <GM[Moltar]> [Sunday nods without a word, smiling. She adjusts the goggles on her hat, then speaks.]
[23:47:38] <GM[Moltar]> Sunday: "Let me tell you all what's happening. A few other... groups of people finally decided they're sick of the trouble we cause them and my refusal to work with them; I am being taken to answer for my actions and you're invited."
[23:48:11] * Thursday says but one word:
[23:48:18] <Thursday> "Muscle?"
[23:49:06] * Friday shhs Thursday
[23:49:41] <Saturday> Oh  my.
[23:49:52] * Thursday looks at them.
[23:49:55] * Saturday puts a hand to her cheek, and shakes her head sadly.
[23:49:56] <Wednesday> ...
[23:49:58] <Saturday> Official groups, or other people in the industry?
[23:50:00] <Thursday> "What?  What?"
[23:50:06] * Wednesday checks under her coat. All set.
[23:50:18] <Thursday> "That's what it sounds like to me anyways.  Come on."
[23:51:32] * Thursday eyerolls.  Does ANYONE in this outfit have the spine to speak up?
[23:51:38] <Wednesday> Affirmative. We will proceed as required based on your safety.
[23:53:26] <GM[Moltar]> Sunday: "Let's call these... clandestine, organizations. Still, it's not that simple; at the beginning we must stand down, with considerations of subtlety. I've organized the rest. Follow me."
[23:54:16] <Saturday> Mmm... Very well, then~.
[23:54:32] * Saturday smiiiiles a warm smile.
[23:54:43] * Friday falls in line and looks excited.
[23:55:15] <GM[Moltar]> [Sunday turns and walks, going first into an alley, around the back of a construction site, and then walks up to a metal gate with armed guards at each side. Monday keeps just to her back and right.]
[23:57:15] <GM[Moltar]> Monday: "We're here."
[23:57:28] * Wednesday glares at the armed guards.
[23:57:37] <Saturday> Are we? Goodness!
[23:58:25] * Saturday sounds very surprised, as if to imply that she thought the armed guards simply came with the construction site.
[23:58:46] * Thursday keeps tabs on the guards.  One good thing about all these nice guns and technology...  People forget that hands and feet are still quite effective~
[00:00:13] <GM[Moltar]> [The gate is opened from the inside, and a few more armed guards show the group through an opening in the ground and some concrete tunnels. It seems long enough for the group to have moved at least half a block, but since it's been underground the whole way it's impossible to tell what they're under now.]
[00:01:47] * Thursday doesn't like all this being walked around and moved from place to place.
[00:03:51] * Thursday wonders if maybe it would have been better to just keep living life paycheck to paycheck and not worrying about these nasty politics...  Ehh, too late now.  Whatever.
[00:04:49] <GM[Moltar]> [The group is moved into a hall, quite lavishly decorated, with a stand in the center large enough for all of them. Around and in front of it, in a half-circle, are several people on an elevated platform, seated and looking at the group enter. Most focus on Sunday.]
[00:05:51] <Saturday>  14Ooh... fancy~
[00:06:23] * Saturday looks around at the people already in the hall, getting a good look at them all.
[00:06:23] <Wednesday> Do you need a bodyguard with you?
[00:06:27] * Wednesday asks Sunday.
[00:06:38] * Thursday fans out and takes a spot closest to the opposing semi-circle.  If things go bad, every meter closer to the opponent counts.
[00:06:38] <Wednesday> If not, we will wait somewhere nearby.
[00:09:40] * Thursday checks out the place.  Nice digs...  All these underground types sure like their style.  Guess they gotta do SOMETHING with all their drug money and such...
[00:10:07] <GM[Moltar]> Sunday: "What do you mean? They're putting on the trial for you too."
[00:10:41] <Wednesday> ...huh?
[00:10:52] <Wednesday> Very well. Thursday, with me.
[00:11:00] * Saturday raises an eyebrow.
[00:11:23] <Saturday> Are they? Ahhh, I'm famous~!
[00:11:31] * Saturday giggles softly.
[00:11:38] <Wednesday> Saturday and Friday, on standby.
[00:11:55] * Wednesday stick close to the president.
[00:12:08] * Thursday nods to Wednesday.  Wednesday knows THE BUSINESS and is trustworthy.
[00:12:09] * Wednesday keeps her hands inside her side pocket all the time.
[00:12:40] <Thursday> "On it, Wind."
[00:12:57] * Mr_Lee watches the group with a disapproving air. He whispers something to the man sitting next to him.
[00:14:41] * Friday stays behind one of the bigger girls. She still makes sure she can see what's going on though.
[00:15:46] <GM[Moltar]> Sunday: "I presume your hearing is now in session."
[00:20:59] <Mr_Lee> Yes, it is. Honestly, I'm surprised you even saw it fit to show up.
[00:22:09] <GM[Moltar]> Sunday: "I was hoping to see how you lot lived. Nice place."
[00:23:23] * Thursday takes this opportunity to observe the wildlife of underground Hong Kong in its natural habitat.
[00:26:49] <Mr_Lee> Thank you. I'm sure we all know why you're here, so I'll go straight to asking if you if you have anything to say on your own behalf.
[00:27:36] <GM[Moltar]> [Sunday chuckles.]
[00:28:10] <GM[Moltar]> Sunday: "Well. Nobody's perfect."
[00:31:01] <Mr_Lee> But some are less perfect than others. So you don't even have the scruples to try to excuse yourself?
[00:31:15] * Thursday suddenly wonders why Sunday is "on trial".  Don't these sorts of people just hire hitmen?
[00:33:39] * Wednesday look at all the faces, getting a good look at them.
[00:37:06] <GM[Moltar]> Sunday: "I don't think you understand why I do the things I do. I don't carry on my principles because of your existence, I carry them on in spite of it. What you do is influence my... methods. And even if I didn't exist, maybe others would; through your own activities you've made what you see before you. Others, maybe, made it possible; people like yourselves made it happen."
[00:37:18] <GM[Moltar]> Sunday: "I only brought it under a name."
[00:38:30] * Thursday gets ready to smack guns pulled from shoulder holders out of hands.
[00:44:29] <Mr_Lee> So you refuse to be anything but independent? Even in the underworld... no, especially in businesses like ours, that's a very dangerous decision.
[00:45:35] * Saturday just remains where she is, veeery patiently. Smiling~
[00:45:42] * Saturday Looking around~
[00:45:57] * Wednesday is ever vigilant.
[00:46:05] * Saturday Somehow worried and bored at the same time~
[00:46:22] <GM[Moltar]> Sunday: "I am not naive. You have no intention of allowing me to take it. So, what will you do?"
[00:49:20] * Thursday whispers almost inaudibly, {"...Bitch about it some more."}
[00:52:43] * Saturday would have had to suppress a chuckle if she'd heard that.
[00:53:26] * Saturday didn't, though, but nobody would have known even if she  had,  so it all works out.
[00:53:29] <Mr_Lee> Of course not. You've stepped on too many toes. Understand that upholding your own principles in spite of adversity is a lovely, and oftentimes foolish, ideal. If you're not with us, we're just going to have to make sure that you won't be a problem anymore.
[00:54:36] <Mr_Lee> I'd be happy if you didn't make this more difficult than it has to be. You might damage the upholstry.
[00:54:37] * Friday bristles at that last comment and starts reaching for (one of) her taser(s).
[00:55:12] * Mr_Lee motions for armed guards to move in on the group.
[00:55:17] * Thursday quietly tenses into a stance ready for a dash and a knee to the gut.
[00:56:08] <GM[Moltar]> Sunday: "Oh..."
[00:57:40] * Saturday perks up.
[00:57:43] <GM[Moltar]> [Sunday gives the signal to draw and then draws two handguns herself, aiming them upwards at the chairs. The guards do not react at first, but then turn to aim their weapons... at an upward angle, also at the chairmen.]
[00:57:48] <GM[Moltar]> Sunday: "I think not."
[00:58:17] * Wednesday was about to rush out, but the turn of event holds her in place.
[00:58:22] <Wednesday> ...oh?
[00:58:44] * Thursday was about ready to jump up on the table, but likewise holds.
[00:58:59] * Saturday 's arms drift away from her sides, then still.
[00:59:34] * Friday was about to zap the nearest guard, but then sees everyone pointing guns at the bad guys, including the other bad guys too.
[00:59:38] <Friday> ...?
[01:00:07] * Thursday doesn't tense down.  Double-crosses can become triple-crosses in an instant in places like this...
[01:00:19] * Mr_Lee 's eyes widen. He pulls out his phone in a practiced action and hits a number on speed-dial.
[01:10:08] * Saturday springs ahead of Wednesday, using her shoulders to literally vault up and over, onto the podium in front of Mr. Lee.
[01:10:55] * Saturday snatches the phone out of his fingers, and crushes it in one fine hand.
[01:10:59] * Friday stays close to Sunday, taser at the ready
[01:11:18] * Thursday vaults over the first stand but isn't anywhere NEAR as fast as Saturday.
[01:11:42] * Saturday grabs him by the collar, and hoists him aloft.
[01:11:50] * Thursday isn't near as strong, either...  wait, is that even possible for a human...?
[01:12:08] <Thursday> {"Holy..."}
[01:12:14] <Mr_Lee> Ugh..
[01:12:26] <GM[Moltar]> Sunday: "I'm afraid that isn't going to help."
[01:12:34] <Saturday> ...Would you like to speak to him some more, Madam President, or are you  done  with him~?
[01:12:53] <Mr_Lee> You bastards....
[01:12:55] * Thursday doesn't follow through on the rest of the run-and-jump.  The situation has become... awkward.
[01:13:26] <Thursday> "You first."
[01:13:30] * Thursday retorts.
[01:13:33] * Saturday still sounds as bubbly and cheerful as ever, despite the fact that she's got a man dangling in the air.
[01:13:59] <GM[Moltar]> Sunday: "Destruction of old ways start with the self, Chair, do they not? Saturday, he is yours."
[01:14:15] <Wednesday> You should have keep his cellphone. We might get a lot out of those.
[01:14:24] * GM[Moltar] turns back to Wednesday.
[01:14:30] * Wednesday gathers the remaining of that electronic device.
[01:14:58] * Thursday stares at Saturday strangely.  For a girl that small...  it's either that, or THAT.
[01:15:39] * Friday goes over to Wednesday to collect the pieces, she knows what to do with them as the resident tech monkey.
[01:16:36] <Saturday> Very well~
[01:16:47] * Thursday is fixated on Saturday, looking for something.  Telltales, maybe...
[01:17:30] <GM[Moltar]> Sunday: "A good job on keeping the devices hidden from the scanners. Deploy them. Everything here... burns. Everyone else, neutralize the rest of the chairs as you see fit."
[01:18:27] * Saturday spins in a half circle on the table she's standing on, and drives Lee's head into the wall with a sharp, disturbingly organic  crunch .
[01:18:37] <Wednesday> ...
[01:18:43] * Wednesday grit her teeth a bit.
[01:18:45] * Mr_Lee gurgles a little.
[01:18:47] <Wednesday> ...affirmative.
[01:19:20] * Saturday was about to drop him, when she hears that noise.
[01:19:30] <Saturday> Oops, not done yet~
[01:19:39] * Thursday 's seen some things in the past...  Not in person, though.
[01:20:20] * Thursday mumbles inaudibly... {"...dammit, she IS."}
[01:20:32] * Friday pockets the cell phone pieces, then approaches the nearest chairman from behind and fires tazer prongs into his back, giggling as he drops to the ground and is left there to fry as she tucks the device down the back of his shirt
[01:21:15] * Thursday manages to look away for a while and asks Sunday a quick question.
[01:21:45] <Thursday> "You're not gonna tell us why, are you?"
[01:22:26] * Saturday takes a hold of his head with her other hand, then slams Lee's skull against the wall hard enough to be felt through the floor. She does this three times until she feels that familiar twitching of the body, and then complete stillness.
[01:22:28] * Thursday doesn't ask out of resentment.  It's a flat question where the assumed answer has already been accepted.
[01:23:05] * Saturday looks down at her hands, and looks a little sad.
[01:23:29] * GM[Moltar] Sunday looks back at Thursday.
[01:23:33] <Saturday> Oh dear. I'm a bit icky, now. is there a washroom nearby I could perhaps use?
[01:24:16] <GM[Moltar]> Sunday: I'm not sure what you mean. Why what?
[01:24:37] * Thursday nods.
[01:24:49] <Thursday> "Yup.  S'what I figured.  Just checking.  S'cool."
[01:25:54] <GM[Moltar]> [Monday yells up to answer Saturday.]
[01:25:01] <GM[Moltar]> Monday: "On our way out. Don't lose focus!"
[01:25:24] <GM[Moltar]> [Sunday tilts her head slightly, cocking an eyebrow.]
[01:25:31] * Thursday got all the answer that was required out of that.
[01:26:44] * Wednesday rigged the explosive device with one if the Chair.
[01:27:33] <Wednesday> ...Gather them up. Doing it individually is a waste of time.
[01:27:45] * Thursday gets to work like a good new hire should, setting up the explosives around the room like Wednesday demonstrated earlier in the day.
[01:28:56] * Wednesday place the detonator into Sunday's hand without a word.
[01:29:15] <Wednesday> Ready to leave when you are.
[01:29:39] <Wednesday> Saturday. I got a bottled water. Use this to wash your hand for the time being.
[01:29:59] * Wednesday toss one at Saturday.
[01:30:23] * Saturday catches it, and nods.
[01:30:29] <Saturday> It'll have to do~
[01:30:37] * Friday isn't allowed to handle explosives, but she has her own work to do as she heads over to a nearby computer terminal and starts copying all the files Sunday told her to
[01:31:35] * Saturday cleans her hands off, and wipes them on Lee's shirt.
[01:31:38] * Friday also replaces a few crucial network programs with various virii.
[01:31:52] * Thursday semi-noticeably keeps glancing at Saturday behind her back, and not exactly the friendliest of them.
[01:34:49] * Saturday notices one of Thursday's glances, and gives her a wink and a blown kiss in return.
[01:35:19] <Wednesday> Let's head out.
[01:35:22] * Wednesday nods.
[01:35:45] * Thursday noticeably grimaces at the kiss, though half of it is hidden in a mop of hair.
[01:36:22] <GM[Moltar]> [Sunday smiles, and gives a nod of acknowledgement to the remaining chairs before walking out, the heels of her boots as loud as ever.]
[01:37:00] * Thursday follows, giving Saturday a rather wide berth.
[01:37:05] * Wednesday turn to watch them one last time before she left.
[01:38:04] <GM[Moltar]> [The armed guards turn to follow them and some others meet them at the entrance, clearing the way for the Days and moving ahead of them and to their sides.]
[01:41:02] * Friday follows the group out, handing the procured flash drive to Sunday as they walk
[01:41:43] * GM[Moltar] accepts it, maintaining her trademark crooked smile all the way.
[01:41:47] <Thursday> [Because we're totally assuming that we'll still be using Flash in 203X :3c]
[01:42:25] <Saturday> [True. We'll be using Silverlight, instead!]
[01:48:15] <GM[Moltar]> [The group disperses after getting back out through the construction site. Sunday puts her hand in her pocket for an instant and waits a few seconds before pulling it back out and snapping her fingers, exactly as a large explosion rings through the vicinity and a nearby building on the block seems to take some damage.]
[01:49:36] <Wednesday> ...for the greater good.
[01:49:52] * Wednesday say this as if to console herself.
[01:50:36] * Saturday just hums to herself, a portrait of what /seems/ like good cheer.
[01:50:55] * Friday looks at the explosion with stars in her eyes
[01:56:17] <GM[Moltar]> [The rest of the members are out of sight after the explosion; the cops will probably show in just a moment. But in the meantime, the various members duck off into the night, escaping for the moment by disappearing into the bright lights that it casts...]