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Nick shake his head and looks on everyone in the room slowly passing from one to another. Then, when everybody 'else finish what they had to say, he looks back at Blackburn and says,

"Ok, let' hit the road then!"

Nick puts an evil grin on his face when Blackburn looks him but says nothing. He concentrates at swordfish and keeps quiet. When swordfish is turned into little pile of bones on his plate, Nick speaks to Blackburn:

"Are you sure that four of us will be enough for this? And," he continues, "What kept that Asian miss from joining us?"

Nick grins and says:

" Swordfish here, also".

Nick cnuckles, opens up menu and starts scanning it for something with high calories. In pauses of reading the menu he emagines several ways of cracking Jack's head open.

OOC:Nothing personal, mate

Nick takes a sip of his wine and speaks to Black Jack,

"What EXATCLY you want out of us? Quit spilling shit willya?"

Nick stands up and scans everyone in the room and says,

"I am Nick, and I don't really want to introduce myself any further. I am here just because I am made to" and stares with his pyhotic eyes at man with purple suit. He sits down and countinue staring while taping hand of his cyberarm on the table.

I live in the country in which only way to get software is through pirates, so I think that answers the question. Still I don't really support it. Here's one thing, a list from one forum when "Fairlight" got arrested. A little critic of the FBI

1. Child porn - Still present

2. Radical sites - Still present

3. Osama Bin Laden - Still lauging

4. Fairlight - Busted

Nick returns a nervous smile to Sylvaine and responds,

"Thank you miss, I'll have Cabernet. And", he continues with a little smile, pretty rare thing for him, "My name is Nick, Nick Steward."

Nick looks at Sylvanie with strange stare. She really reminds him on Lisa, he can really see that now.

OOC: Is Showguard still in the game? He didn't made a single post since beginning

Nick will seat on first free chair in the room and he will ask servant to recomend him a red wine. N

Nick nods the doorman and walks slowly and calmy towards the pointed direction. He scans faces of people in hotel and feels like an alien. Especialy without his guns.

As Nick gaze wanders from left to right scanning people in hotel, his eyes are fixated mostly at a girl with ponytale that is sitting in the lobby. She remainds him on someone, in someplace. a long time ago. He gaze at her and then turns around to hear doorsman reply.

Nick's is white, about 190cm tall, heavy built. Shaved head and psychotic, wide green eyes. Nick wears his Uniware Trenchcoat and camo pants completed with military boots and kevlar. He's general apperance is like someone that doesn't sleep alot and when he does he sleeps in the conteiner(Which isn't so far from the truth considering his hotel ). In short like very, very dangerous person and seems to be a complete alternative to Drake's locals.

After his sad departure with his weapons Nick shows his card to the doorman and says

"I am here for the meeting." He scans the faces of other people in the lobby and waits for the doorman's reply.

Since survining the crazy driving of that fucking taxist and not getting a chance to blow his head off, Nick is really on the end of his not-so-thick nerves. Still, he finnaly made it to "Drake" and don't wants to take chances with these fucks, whatever they want. He takes out his Steyr, and followed by the look of hotel security removes the clip and gaves it to the doorman. He does the same with the pistol and walks in the hotel. Definitly not his kinda place, considering where he slept last few months.

Nick decides that it would be best to skip the shit with the stupid taxist and give him the money. After mumbling "Asshole" when taxist opened door and thanked him, Nick took his AUG's clip, reloaded the gun and puted it under the coat. He stared to walk slowly towards the hotel still pumping with rage because of that stupid taxist.

OOC:Could you throw me a description of the Drake? Exterior, enterier, surrondings, etc.

Nick rage now really starts pumping. He pulls out a gun.

"You piece of shit! 65 bucks my ass! You'll get 65 bullets in your ugly face!".

He scans car and try's to open the car door.

What year it is in Neuromancer? I roughly figure it's around 2050 or so?

Nick brain starts pumping. He never liked fast driving, but he decides to shut up and let the driver immpressionate Nicky Lauda. He finnaly remembers to belt himself and stops talking with driver (If you don't count yelling when taxist really goes over the line).

"This crazy fucker will get me there", Nick thinks, "Then we'll have a word or two...".

Nick's decides to go the polite way and crushes a cigar on the seat( )

"Happy now? Now, drive a bit slower and just get me there ok?"

"Asshole", he thinks.

Ride becames a little too fast for Nick so he decides to take action and starts yelling.

"Hey, you crazy fucker! You're trying to kill us both or what?!"

His right hand is ready to pull out a gun out of the holster.

OOC: Nick will try to kill the taxist if he don't slow down, or just cool off if he decides to obey BTW

Nick countinues to smoke, untouched by taxist demand, and seems to enyoj the ride, though it's a bit faster then he imagined. He waves his bald head left-right and keeps quiet.

Nick searches his pocket and finds a ciggarete, one of his last. He gets a flash on the last time he actualy bought a ciggarete in a supermarket. Seems like ages. He takes it between his fingers and then talks to driver.

"Yeah, just get me there as soon as possible. Gotta light?".

For a moment Nick thinks about cracking drivers head open, but he just smiles and takes out the clip.

"Take good care of it, punk!"

He rolles back to his seat and stares at the driver.

OOC: Does this include the pistol clip also or I get to keep the gun loaded?

Nick's wears his trenchcoat and steyr under it, and a gun in holster. He carry's all his money in a pocket. Oh, yeah and he looks like he could use a bath (or two). Also a shave wouldn't hurt.

After Nick's failed attepmt to find out who's been following him, he decides to skip the shit and go to bed. He wakes up in 8AM. Wednesday look just like the other day, just colder. After a glare through the window, Nick's pick up his stuff and a card from the letter.

After he hailed a cab and mumured "Drake hotel" Nick falls into a near-sleep trans and bangs his head slowly left-right in the window. Pictures screaming in his brain.

But they always do.

OOC: Shiiiiiiiiiiiit! Nobel prize or what?