Il y avait donc un endroit, un objet et quelques instructions, mais le reste était leur propre travail de jambe. Il faudrait qu'ils s'occupent de l'endroit, et qu'ils orchestrent soigneusement la façon d'entrer et de sortir. Ils ont eu le temps de fouiller dans cette information, mais ils devraient travailler rapidement. Mais il y avait une partie qui n'a pas été répondue dans ce plan très bref de Johnson.
"Oui. Comment vous contacter pour organiser un dépôt? » Chopsticks ne s'engageait pas à un endroit à l'avance, parce qu'il ne voulait pas être choisi par les Johnson s'ils essayaient de les piéger. Il ne connaissait pas le fixateur et il ne connaissait pas l'équipage, ce qui signifiait qu'ils allaient devoir garder les choses contenues dans le client jusqu'à ce qu'ils aient leur article en main, et ils auraient besoin de s'assurer que la paye a été réglée avant qu'ils lâchent. Il aimait s'assurer que les pistes étaient bien planifiées, bien qu'elles soient rarement allées par là. Mais les ressources et la planification ont fait un long chemin pour gérer les choses que vous pouviez voir venir et vous avez compté sur la compétence pour le reste.
Il s'en était occupé avant avec des travaux d'extraction dans l'État libre et Seattle, quand les clients ont essayé de vous torcher ou de vous ciser. Il ne voulait pas trop compter sur les informations du client, et la première chose qu'ils feraient avec ces plans, s'il avait sa façon, était de les vérifier juste au cas où. Il n'allait certainement pas donner à Johnson un délai pour le travail, juste qu'ils allaient entrer et le faire.
Entrer dans la résidence de quelqu'un signifiait qu'ils devaient travailler avec quelqu'un et provoquer une trahison ou qu'ils devaient entrer avec force. Pas nécessairement fort et mortel, mais avec force. Il n'a pas aimé l'idée que dans un quartier grouille de sécurité policière lourde, pour rendre compte des riches et célèbres.
Loud était mauvais. Mais il attendait que le Johnson soit dehors pour tout ça. En attendant, il a gardé le silence et a laissé les autres s'exprimer. Sa question était celle dont il s'inquiétait toujours; il voulait s'assurer qu'ils ne tenaient pas les choses plus longtemps qu'ils ne le devaient.
C H A R A C T E R S H E E T 

Gordon Chen Good-Crow | 33 | Human (Amerind/Chinese)
"No artificial additives, omae!"
Alias:
Chopsticks
Appearance:
Average height, average build, indeterminate ethnic-mix of a few different things. He blends in well enough in Seattle and can pass for Asian or Amerindian pretty easily either way. His clothing tends toward jeans and brown leather work boots, and a fringed brown leather jacket. As Amerindian chic is a look that draws little comment in Seattle, he manages to pass off as a Salish-Shidhe native among those that aren't astute enough to tell the difference, and those who are tend to be other natives who aren't going to tell others the difference. He wears his head in a messy shag that can easily be combed down into corporate respectability, and that's the thing with Chen Good-Crow; he likes to blend in.
Background:
A mixed-race physical adept born to a pair of Berkeley grad students who were both in the engineering and computer programming field, George was raised primarily by his mother in the Free State, who worked for Ares, one of the few non-Japanese Corps in the region. During his teenage years, his mother was fried by Black IC (it was wired matrix back then) and he moved in with his uncle Jiang. During this time, he managed to get into trouble, as a teenager, with the JIS occupation forces, spraypainting grafitti or something of that nature, and he was duly shipped off to his father, a Sioux government-employed programming and security expert in Cheyenne.
Despite being surrounded by very techy parents all his life, he was identified in Sioux nation as having awakened capabilities and he was raised in the ways of the Sioux, which embraced magic to a much greater degree than Japanese-Occupied Frisco ever would. As he grew older, as was the case with any Sioux citizen upon turning 18, he was inducted into the Sioux Defense Force. As a physical adept, once his capabilities were assessed and tested, he volunteered to serve in the Wildcats, the Sioux Nation's special operations unit and border patrol, a unit highly different from its peers in that it integrated shamanistic magic into its arsenal and concentrated on asymmetric warfare methods, particularly as the Native American Nations, which the Sioux were a part of, was surrounded by larger, dangerous neighbors with more developed economies. Platoons of Wildcats operated in a variety of places doing a variety of jobs, particularly during the events surrounding Crash 2.0 in 2064. He doesn't discuss this. It's not common knowledge in the runner community. Braggers tend to be floaters.
Years later, Chen Good-Crow returned to Frisco, after serving his stint, and became involved in the runner world when he hooked up with some of his old buddies from Chinatown. He went SINless and he was part of a team, working for, largely, the Triads. Their last run was a setup; they were being paid to extract a specific person by another corp, but that specific person turned out to be a plant that Mitsuhama was trying to put into Telestrian Industries, whom the team was employed by. While the run was successful, the Mitsuhama agent made things very uncomfortable for Chopsticks' team as they were suspected as complicit in the plot that was primarily the doing of the Johnson, whose family was held by Mitsuhama, and the Telestrian exec that the Johnson conned, who was trying to tie up the loose ends. The team was put into a position of having to bring down JIS heat on them while clearing themselves of the setup; the upshot of it was that they were a little too high-profile to keep working in the Bay Area as they were on the radar.
As General Saito's regime, the California Protectorate, was collapsing, he got involved in work outside of Frisco itself that still required good 'community' connections with both ends of the pipeline. He spent much of 2068-69 doing runs on behalf of elements in the NAN moving weapons and tech from Pueblo territory into Triad hands in Cali, though he avoided the city directly. He suspected an Ares connection, but never dug too deeply -- the pay was good -- and he never asked the Triads what they were going to do with the weapons, even though he damn well knew there was a war between the Triads and the Yakuza in Frisco and LA. Occasionally, some more direct action type operations happened, as well as snatch and grabs. The pay was right and he took it, using his ratlines into the Free States to ship people out -- they were either looking to get out of the Free State or another corp was looking to take advantage of the chaos to take talent from the Japan Corps. Out of a sense of national pride, he didn't feel comfortable working with the Japanese, despite approaches.
When the dust settled, with the heat on a little too heavy for him in Cali, he decided it was time to disappear into Salish-Shidhe lands for a quiet year, letting the heat die down while taking small jobs. All the same, he was contacted there by a Johnson that wanted him to work in Seattle, and is working to put together a team of runners that can carry out this sort of work.
Skills:
As a physical adept, Chopsticks isn't easy to see coming. His reflexes aren't cybered, but he can react in the too-fast ways of some adepts. He doesn't have augments for spurs or something like a street sam, he's able to hit hard, and he is particularly good at counterattacks. His hand to hand is 'elevated' and he is a believer in the element of surprise. He can see in the Astral and engage threats there physically, but is perfectly adept with a firearm. A Street Sam with the right mods is going to be faster and stronger, but not nearly so discreet as Chopsticks can be. As he likes to put it, "No artificial additives, omae!" Unlike a samurai, people don't see him coming. He's not tottering around scanning things and singing "If I only had a heart!"
He speaks Japanese, Cantonese, Mandarin and Lakota in addition to English. Native Japanese tend to get a snotty attitude about his accent though. Too Bay-Area. Most of his experience as a runner is in courier work and extractions of corporate personnel, a sort of forced career move of researchers and other useful personnel assets.
Beyond that, not that he advertises, he was a Wildcat, he's run with some of the toughest hombres in the North American special operations community and holds his own. They're rough, they're tumble, they're not Red Samurai -- chrome out the yingyang is not the Sioux way. Push comes to shove, he's a warrior to the bone and a damn fine shot that doesn't -need- to rely on a smartlink.
Also, he is a really good snowboarder. You never know when that might come up.

Equipment:
- Ares/Colt M1911A1 reproduction with custom work done to it. It's a popular gun out West, so Ares still makes them, albeit with modern materials and modern-velocity loads.
- PDA
- Earpiece for the phone.
- Display for the PDA in his glasses.
- Pretty nondescript street wear, some very discreet body armor.
- Custom fighting knife, made to spec. Weight, grip, blade length and shape all custom.
- Shock gloves.
- Basic fake SIN for "Michael Clear-Skies" of the Salish that gets him around in the most basic fashion. It won't hold up to a deep check.
- Sig M230 (SiG License version of the M23 Colt). Includes a SOPMOD kit, along with Daniel Defense (Ares Subsidiary) RIS and modified adjustable stock. Shadowland may claim M23's are cheap ganger stuff, but what do a bunch of deckers really know about firepower? For when the shit hits the fan.
- Similarly, a multicam plate carrier with various attachments for a SHTF scenario, because it's kind of obvious tactical gear, and even if runners make it chic he avoids. Even in a high intensity situation, he still generally wears a t-shirt and jeans with the web gear.
General Nonsense:
Chen is new to New Reykjavik but has a basically good reputation in the shadows. His biography is not just out there for the reading. He doesn't take jobs with the Japan corps and stays away from wetwork and anything that smells too funny. Wildcats, current and former, tend to shut the hell up about their unit by tradition.
Notable event: While snowboarding and smoking weed near Mt. Shasta, Chopsticks and a Frisco buddy ran into Hestaby, who was very taken with the homemade snowboards. She wasn't wearing a nametag or anything in human form, but it's still a cool story. Few are the people who have snowboarded with a Great Dragon. Or at least, that's what he claims.