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Ori drives to one of the crew's hideouts, which was technically Quentin's but he doesn't really care if they use it or not. After parking the truck they gather in the large main room and Ori pulls a couple drinks from the bar, "Alright, so you want your bandmates dead, give us something to work with. I seriously doubt you know nothing when it comes to their schedule, literally anything can be used so leave nothing out."

"Err... Fae likes to have her brother chauffer her around...?" Christy says in a tone more questioning if that was useful than anything else.

"He contracted? Merc? Related to any gangs? When does he usually come to pick her up?" Ori lists off a number of basic questions.

"Ah-I think he's solo? I doubt Fae would be willing to pay through a contractor since they're family... Her schedule is never the same either, the last recording session I did was in the late afternoon. The one before that was in the morning. It's just whether we can book it or not."

Rebecca swipes the cocktail Ori had just made and glances at Sasha, "Think you can klep that list? Y'know, for the bookings?"

Sasha shrugs, "Doubt it. Those things are under lock and key for a reason..."

"Where's the studio?" Ori inquires.

"Mediapad in City Central, above the Ripperdoc on the Westside."

"That ass hole?" Rebecca wonders aloud.

"Something to say?" Ori probes.

She nods with a severe frown, "Guy's a hack, charges twice the usual for Cyberware and fucks up every other job. Only stays where he is because he's a Corpo stooge, pretty sure he tells everyone who has ears what chrome people get."

"Is patient confidentiality not a thing?" Christy asks, looking uncomfortable. Probably used his services in the past then.

"In the Med Center maybe, but almost every Ripperdoc is unlicensed, otherwise you'd just call them 'Doctors'" Rebecca remarks.

"There's a reason people generally only use one ripper they trust, aside from the risks of letting someone mess with your body." Sasha adds.

Good thing he had Bats on call, "Whatever, about the building. Any security we should know about?" Ori questions.

Rebecca interjects before Christy has a chance, "Obviously, the Ripperdoc alone needs a bunch of goons to stop his chrome getting stolen. Add this studio above that and I doubt anyone's getting in without shooting it up first."

Christy nods, "That sounds about right. There's a garage in the back we'd usually get in through but there's cameras everywhere. We're not the only people who use it either, so the guards might vary..."

"Okay... Leave that as a plan B then... What about concerts or shows? When's your next one?" he asks.

"Got a concert in Little China in a month, as for shows... Well, we did have an Ad deal scheduled with NiCola but I'd probably die if I tried it..."

Ori glances between his companions, and after a silent conversation, he turns back to the BD Star, "You're going. You'll take Sasha with you as a bodyguard."

"Eh? Why he?" Rebecca speaks up.

"Because you and me are way more recognisable than she is. There's a lot more sexy girls with black hair than there is ghosts or zombies." he points between them, "Plus, she'll be able to do a lot more on the inside. It isn't like we'll not be around either."

"But we can't just kill them there! Everyone will know I did it!" Christy protests.

"We don't have to kill them then..." Sasha assures, "I can sneak a tracker on them while I'm there. You do your ad, we leave, then we do our job later."

"But... Won't they think something's wrong with an unknown bodyguard? They'll check you."

Sasha shrugs, "Fake ID's are easy to get. It'll take hours for them to falsify it unless they have a team of Netrunner working on it, which I doubt. By then we'd be out."

...

"W-what if something goes wrong?" Christy mutters, fearful of the consequences should their deception be discovered.

"Me and Rebecca'll be waiting nearby, if shit really hits the fan we'll just 'Kidnap' you. Your bandmates won't say shit unless they want their dealings caught, hell, they'd probably assume we were their hired guns. After that, hopefully, someone will pay our ransom and then we'll continue on flatlining our targets." Ori offers.

Christy tilts her head in thought, "That sounds... Like it might work...? You guys work fast."

"Obviously." Rebecca kicks her feet up, "We're not rookies."

"Wait. There's something else..." Christy mutters, causing everyone but Sasha to groan.

"What now? No wait, lemme guess, you want us to make it look like 'accidents'?" Rebecca guesses with a sour expression.

Christy shakes her head, "That would be nice, but I think getting rid of both of them at once is the only way to go... If one of them goes missing then the other will hide in a bunker somewhere, plus, if they both get killed one by one and I'm left standing it'll look too suspicious."

Ori sighs, "Sixty thousand. You can't keep adding conditions to this without upping the price." he grouses.

"Fine, but I want it done my way." she stubbornly folds her arms.

"Pay upfront, you're already using our resources to hide." he retorts.

"Half now, half later."

Ori nods, "When's this 'ad deal' happening?"

"Three days at noon."

"Good, then we'll have some time to prep." he glances at his companions, "You two get on that, I'll go asking our friends what they know about the targets."

"Erm, what should I do until then...?" Christy questions.

"Unless you wanna risk dying or paying us more, sit tight and do nothing here til shit's resolved."

"But-"

"But what? You wanna do a meet and greet? Go ahead, just don't blame me when more than just your fans turn up." he sneers.