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Umbrafer: I think we need to give your ISP a good old-fashioned beating.
Thematrian1: Yeah, some blood vengeance would suit me well
Umbrafer: Thematrian1 (8:45:39 PM): *clank*MilesMk1 (8:45:57 PM): (Eh/)MilesMk1 (8:46:00 PM): ?Umbrafer (8:46:43 PM): *Manages to get the rotors spinning after a second, cursing at the lapse*
Umbrafer: (Er)
Umbrafer: (Forgot you can't use carriage returns in chats)
Thematrian1: close enough
Thematrian1: *whirr*
Thematrian1: *fly*
Umbrafer: *Flutters over near the facility, staying a decent way up*
Umbrafer: *Sensor lock on the lead dog*
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 5 6-sided dice: 4 2 2 4 5
Umbrafer: *Visibly shaking at times*
Thematrian1: You have locked the dog, albeit barely.
Umbrafer: Anything odd in the dogsignal, or just the usual? Or can I not tell?
Thematrian1: Hard to say who is the "lead" though, they're holding still
Umbrafer: The one closest to me, that is.
Thematrian1: Yeah. It's emitting on a bunch of radio bands.
Umbrafer: "The dogs. They're augmented."
CirclMastr: "Cybermutts. Great."
Umbrafer: *Snapsnapsnap*
Umbrafer: (Pictures)
Umbrafer: *Immediately sends the pictures of the dogs to Shojo and deletes her copies*
CirclMastr: *saves them to deck*
Umbrafer: *Keeps pictures of the rest of the facility* Do I see anything non-canine moving?
Thematrian1: Perception rolls for all, please.
Thematrian1: No
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 7 6-sided dice: 2 5 6 3 2 1 1
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
MilesMk1: All>
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 7 6-sided dice: 1 6 4 4 6 6 2
MilesMk1: All?
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 3 6-sided dice: 5 6 4
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
MilesMk1: Or just the ladies?
CirclMastr: (15, 11, 10, 4x2)
CirclMastr: (I see what brand flea collar they wear? heh)
Thematrian1: All
Umbrafer: (By the by, I am tossing the pictures up on the vidscreen as I get them)
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 4 2 2 4 2 4
Thematrian1: Men and women, everyone who looks at the viewscreen
MilesMk1: Bah.
Thematrian1: Ok, Blake sees dogs. Alex sees big scary dogs. Shojo sees dogs with unusually silvery teeth, and jaws that don't look quite right.
CirclMastr: "Jaws are augmented, maybe they have dikoted teeth"
CirclMastr: "Or cyberfangs"
MilesMk1: "How do you... Oh, right, you wouldn't need to put the whole dog in the plasma furnace. You can just implant the teeth later."
CirclMastr: "Exactly"
Umbrafer: "We should put the dogs into the plasma furnace."
CirclMastr: "If you've got one, I haven't seen it."
Umbrafer: *Strato flexes the place where its MMG used to be*
Thematrian1: anything else?
Umbrafer: Are the windows transparent?
Umbrafer: (From this side, that is)
Thematrian1: No
Thematrian1: Heavily tinted
Umbrafer: Hm. Scanning a random window for signatures.
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 5 6-sided dice: 4 6 3 4 6
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 2 6-sided dice: 5 4
Umbrafer: (On another note, how tall is this building?)
Thematrian1: Which floor? You've got 3 to choose from.
Umbrafer: Second floor. That's nice and representative.
Thematrian1: ok, no signature
Umbrafer: Nozzink? Mmk.
Umbrafer: (Another note: what'd we get paid for last run again?)
Thematrian1: (60 + 30 + cheaper hardware)
Umbrafer: *Nods*
Umbrafer: "Anything I should take a look at?"
Umbrafer: *Meanwhile, looks anywhere but at the dogs*
MilesMk1: "Any traffic through any of the exits? Anything that looks like company vehicles?"
CirclMastr: *gives Alex a comforting arm around her shoulder*
Umbrafer: *Searches for those two items*
Thematrian1: The vehicles in the 'lot are somewhat run-down to be company cars. In the five minutes you've been here there's been no traffic of any kind, through either exit.
Umbrafer: Not surprising, at this time of night.
Umbrafer: "None."
Umbrafer: "I... If there's nothing else, let's get out of here."
MilesMk1: "Why, what's wrong?"
Umbrafer: *Long pause*
Umbrafer: "I don't like dogs much."
MilesMk1: "I... see."
CirclMastr: *still trying to comfort Alex*
MilesMk1: "All right, we can think about what to do to this place somewhere away form here."
Umbrafer: *Takes a few more pictures, reels the drone back in, and drives the heck away*
Thematrian1: You drive a safe distance away
Thematrian1: Then you drive some more
Umbrafer: And then, just to be sure, a little bit more.
Thematrian1: Safely out of Westside, you plot your strategy...
Umbrafer: "Those dogs are wired."
Umbrafer: "If one of them goes down, the entire place will probably light up."
CirclMastr: "Definitely"
MilesMk1: "Does that mean someone controls them, like a rigger? Or are they just extensions of the security system, with cyber enhancements?"
CirclMastr: "The latter. I don't think they've figured out how to rig living beings. Yet."
Umbrafer: "They're just ordinary dogs. The cyber makes them... unstable."
MilesMk1: "How many were there?"
Umbrafer: (Did I get a count? If not, Shojo can count how many were in the pictures I sent)
Thematrian1: Counting from the pictures, you get 14.
MilesMk1: "That's a lot of dogs."
Umbrafer: "Yes, yes it is."
MilesMk1: "Don't they have to have a place to keep them, somewhere?"
Thematrian1: You did not see one
Thematrian1: no kennel, no doghouses, no feeding dishes, no nothing
CirclMastr: "Maybe they ARE drones..."
Umbrafer: *Oddly enough, seems to relax at the thought*
Umbrafer: (If extremely temporarily)
CirclMastr: (brb)
Thematrian1: So, what now?
Umbrafer: *Turns to Shojo* "Have you checked their security grid yet?"
MilesMk1: "I think we should look at that construction company. They have to have plans somewhere..."
CirclMastr: (Back)
CirclMastr: "Do you think they have a Matrix host set up already?"
Umbrafer: "I don't know, but those signals have to be going somewhere."
Umbrafer: "The construction company is a good place to check."
Umbrafer: "Maybe they have a CCSS system..."
MilesMk1: "The Johnson said the system we have is separate from their Matrix system... I think. He might have said separate from the Matrix in general..."
CirclMastr: "I don't have CCSS emulation on my deck"
MilesMk1: Nope, we were told it was cut off "from the building matrix", so they should have a connection.
Umbrafer: *Taps her datajack* "If they have CCSS, we'll just have to get creative."
MilesMk1: "CCSS"?
CirclMastr: *jacks in and sees if they have a Matrix host*
Thematrian1: they do indeed
Umbrafer: "Closed circuit simsense. Rigging a building."
Umbrafer: "New tech, a lot of it."
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 7 6-sided dice: 4 3 5 2 3 2 5
Umbrafer: "The idea's been around since the '30s, but a lot of what made it practical has only been developed in the past few years..."
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 7 6-sided dice: 6 5 2 4 2 4 5
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 2
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 7 6-sided dice: 6 6 6 3 6 2 2
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 4 6-sided dice: 1 2 2 1
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 7 6-sided dice: 1 5 3 4 6 6 6
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 3 6-sided dice: 5 2 2
Umbrafer: *Continues babbling about obscure bits of CCSS lore*
CirclMastr: "Hon, I'm sure the boys don't care that much." *pats her thigh*
Umbrafer: "Oh." *Stops abruptly*
MilesMk1: "That's ok."
Umbrafer: *Eyes snap back into focus* "Did you find anything out?"
CirclMastr: "Security looks like they only just started putting it in. Some external cameras, none inside yet, but there are data receivers for cameras that don't exist."
CirclMastr: "Oh, and I can control the doors."
Umbrafer: "Anything that looks like a slave for the dogs?
CirclMastr: "Not here, but there's a connected node that even a Security account can't look at. I'm going to try to crack in"
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 11 6-sided dice: 2 3 4 4 5 4 5 3 1 2 3
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 11 6-sided dice: 6 1 1 2 3 1 2 4 5 4 3
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 11 6-sided dice: 3 6 5 2 3 6 2 5 2 4 2
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 2 6-sided dice: 6 2
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 6
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
Thematrian1: meanwhile, what's the rest of the party doing
Umbrafer: *Sitting, occasionally zoning out, something which results in her eyes being, oddly enough, focused on the same spot for more than a few seconds*
CirclMastr: *keeps petting Alex*
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 11 6-sided dice: 5 1 6 1 1 1 2 2 3 2 4
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 11 6-sided dice: 6 2 3 4 4 3 3 5 5 2 1
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 4
MilesMk1: *Sitting and thinking*
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 11 6-sided dice: 3 5 6 2 1 6 6 5 6 5 6
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 5 6-sided dice: 6 6 2 1 3
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 2 6-sided dice: 3 5
CirclMastr: "There's another decker in the system"
Umbrafer: "Has it seen you?"
CirclMastr: "Yes"
MilesMk1: "Their decker, or someone else's decker doing the same thing as you?"
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 2 6-sided dice: 1 4
*OnlineHost*: Thematrian1 rolled 12 6-sided dice: 3 3 2 1 4 3 5 1 1 4 2 2
MilesMk1: *checks Shojo for bleeding from the ears*
Thematrian1: So far, she's fine. Looking slightly surprised, perhaps, but fine
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 5 6-sided dice: 6 2 1 6 2
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 2 6-sided dice: 6 1
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
*OnlineHost*: Thematrian1 rolled 9 6-sided dice: 3 4 1 6 1 6 5 1 3
Thematrian1: Ok, Shojo is under attack.
MilesMk1: (Do we know this?)
Thematrian1: (Reasonable to infer, from the "Has it seen you." "Yes")
MilesMk1: *to Alex* "What do we do? Has this happened before?"
Umbrafer: "If it gets really bad, we yank her deck. She's not in any personal danger..."
Umbrafer: *Slight uncertainty*
MilesMk1: "I though they could... You know - fry her brain, that sort of thing...?"
CirclMastr: *has her hand digging painfully into Alex's thigh*
Umbrafer: "She's told me that that doesn't work on her..." *Hand drifts over to plug between deck and van, doesn't unplug just yet*
CirclMastr: *yanks the datajack out of her head with her other hand*
Umbrafer: "Are you ok?"
MilesMk1: *watches for any unusual behavior - if she acts pleasant, she had her mind taken over*
CirclMastr: *pants heavily, her eyes closed tight, sweating a bit* "Other decker attacked me..."
MilesMk1: "Asshole."
Umbrafer: "Are you hurt?"
CirclMastr: "Got a splitting headache..."
*OnlineHost*: CirclMastr rolled 6 6-sided dice: 3 4 1 4 3 3
CirclMastr: "God... now I know why straight women use headaches as an excuse... this is killing me...."
CirclMastr: *plugs back into the deck*
CirclMastr: "FUCK"
CirclMastr: "That little shit erased my account!"
Umbrafer: "Dammit..."
CirclMastr: *rubs her temples* "Fucking fucking asshole..."
CirclMastr: "I'm sorry hon... I'm not going to be any good for a while..."
Umbrafer: "It's ok. Your deck fine?"
CirclMastr: "Yeah, it's fine..."
CirclMastr: *jacks out again* "So what do we do now?"
Umbrafer: *Looks down at her own hardware* "I'd give it a shot, but I don't think it'd do anything. Did you manage to get any intel?"
CirclMastr: "Not on the second host"
Umbrafer: "Dammit. Ideas, anyone?"
MilesMk1: "There's the renovation firm..."
MilesMk1: "But we need Shojo to dig through their records, too,"
MilesMk1: "Unless we can attack this from the personnel angle,"
CirclMastr: "I need at least a night's sleep first"
Umbrafer: "I'll grab what I can find publicly. How much did you get on them?"
Umbrafer: "Sleep'd be nice..."
MilesMk1: "We have five days... We can definitely spare one night."
Umbrafer: *Does a little digging on the construction company, but public records only*
Thematrian1: ok, Computers
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 4 2 3 5 5
CirclMastr: *lies in the seat as best she can*
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 1 6-sided die: 1
Umbrafer: *Also heads in the general direction of Shojo's abode*
Thematrian1: You don't get much that Shojo didn't; the names and addresses of some places that Allister's has done work in.
MilesMk1: "Drop me off first?"
Umbrafer: "Hm?
Umbrafer: "Ok..."
Umbrafer: *Does so*
Thematrian1: And so the party goes to bed.
MilesMk1: (Blake's assuming you'll be staying with Shojo, and would rather not walk back home)
Umbrafer: (Hehehe)
Umbrafer: (There's always the monorail... ;-) )
CirclMastr: (Call a cab like real people!)
Umbrafer: (Oh wait, not Seattle so no monorail. Gotta be some pubtrans, though)
MilesMk1: (Blake? On public transit? Can you say terrorist scare?)
Umbrafer: (How many guns are you carrying?)
MilesMk1: (Only two, but one has EX rounds, and I have a ton of cyber that's less legal than the guns...)
MilesMk1: "Give me a call when you guys are ready tomorrow."
Umbrafer: *Does her best to nurse Shojo back to health*
Thematrian1: She's badly shaken up, but not seriously injured.
Thematrian1: Morning comes, unless you make something go bump in the night.
CirclMastr: *sighs heavily* "I'm sorry, love..."
CirclMastr: (Ack)
Thematrian1: (Ok, Shojo goes bump in the night)
CirclMastr: (Scratch it)
Thematrian1: fair enough. Now what, guys?
Umbrafer: *Takes rather a long time to actually get to sleep*
MilesMk1: *Inventories his equipment, calls Edward about anti-dog weaponry, goes to sleep*
Thematrian1: "Anti dog? Explosive rounds work pretty well, I hear."
MilesMk1: "I was thinking of something that'd make a bunch of them clear out, so I don't have to shoot them one at a time. Or shoot them, period. I like animals better than most people..."
Umbrafer: *Puts in a call to Sigrun at some point"
Thematrian1: "Hmmm. If they're guard dogs, well trained...something ultrasonic maybe."
Thematrian1: Jon: What for?
MilesMk1: "Got anything like that?"
Umbrafer: A flamedrone.
MilesMk1: Poor dogs.
CirclMastr: *calls Martha in the morning*
Thematrian1: ::yawn:: "Good morning Shojo."
CirclMastr: "Sorry for calling so early. Just wanted to know how you're doing"
Thematrian1: "Nothing much has changed. Viktor hasn't talked to me about Minerva....or anything else."
CirclMastr: "He hasn't gone back to teaching the class, has he?"
Thematrian1: "No
Thematrian1: "
CirclMastr: "That's good. Trust me hun, you want him to not talk to you. You need to stay away from him."
Thematrian1: "I'll let you know if it happens."
Thematrian1: "But for now, don't worry, ok?"
CirclMastr: "I can't help it, I care about you, I don't want anything to happen to you..."
Thematrian1: "Well, I'll call you for sure. Can I go back to sleep now?"
CirclMastr: "Yeah, sorry..." *hangs up*
Thematrian1: Afternoon and evening come, unless you prevent them.
Umbrafer: *Encourages some legwork if Shojo seems to be feeling better, otherwise leaves be*
MilesMk1: If I don't get a call by 10:00, I go to the hospital to check on the shmuck.
Thematrian1: ah yes, the shmuck. Nope, you get no call
CirclMastr: *does some legwork in the evening when she's definitely healed up*
MilesMk1: *Off to the hsopital!* (lightly armed)
Thematrian1: define "lightly"
CirclMastr: Only the Light Security Armor, heh
MilesMk1: Uh... Light pistol in a concealable holster, FFBA.
MilesMk1: Armored vest with plates.
MilesMk1: Under normal clothes.
Thematrian1: you are admitted without difficulty
*OnlineHost*: Umbrafer rolled 3 6-sided dice: 1 2 5
Thematrian1: from previous conversations you know where he's staying
MilesMk1: *Heads for the hospital room*
MilesMk1: (BTW, what's his name? I had his wallet and so on.)
Thematrian1: (err...Jason something)
Thematrian1: he's awake and watching the cube from his hospital bed
MilesMk1: (Jason will do.)
Thematrian1: As you enter: "Who the hell...oh"
Thematrian1: "Lemme guess. My guardian angel?"
MilesMk1: "Good morning, Jason."
MilesMk1: "Guardian angel? Not quite so wholesome, I'm afraid."
CirclMastr: (The only one with a guardian angel is Martha)
Thematrian1: "Good enough for me."
Thematrian1: "Listen, I know this has to cost..." *He makes a vague gesture at the hospital bed, the cube, everything
MilesMk1: "Yeah, that's what I'm actually here to talk to you about."
Thematrian1: He looks worried, and shuts up
MilesMk1: "Don't worry... I hadn't spent 15,000 newyen on you just to break you all over again."
MilesMk1: "Why I bothered to is my business, but I expect to see the money back... Understand?"
Thematrian1: "Fifteen thousand..." He shuts up again.
CirclMastr: (And Sam thinks Shojo is mean, she doesn't demand money from Martha)
MilesMk1: (Shojo didn't spend any money on Martha...)
CirclMastr: (She may yet)
Thematrian1: "I've...I've been thinking about that.
MilesMk1: "Now, I heard you had some visitors that the hospital decided not to admit."
Thematrian1: He goes a little pale.
MilesMk1: "Go ahead - you first."
Thematrian1: "I think I can, I think I know how to get your money."
MilesMk1: "Yeah?"
MilesMk1: "Your last get rich fast plan seemed to have hit a snag, though."
Thematrian1: "That was personal."
MilesMk1: "And this is...?"
Thematrian1: (muttered) "Even though I didn't know it was fifteen thousand..."
MilesMk1: "Let me remind you that you weren't walking away from this with bruises... When I got to you, you were dying from internal bleeding."
Thematrian1: "I know."
MilesMk1: *Softens his expression a little* "So, what is this idea?"
Thematrian1: "Those guys want me bad."
Thematrian1: "One of the things my old club used to do is watch this particular warehouse. Guarding it, like. I don't know what's in it, but the guys who paid Benny were the real thing."
Thematrian1: "I know how to get in. Stuff in there has to be valuable, right?"
MilesMk1: "Benny? That the ork with the glass jaw?"
Thematrian1: "H-he's an Ork. Jaw always seemed plenty hard to me..."
MilesMk1: "Are these the same guys I found kicking the crap out of you, or is this a different bunch?"
Thematrian1: "Same ones. Well, more of them."
MilesMk1: "I see... Well, here's what we're going to do."
MilesMk1: "I'm a patient man, so for now, you're going to stay here until they'll release you."
MilesMk1: "Then we'll see you stashed somewhere your nosy former friends can't get at, and we'll have a long talk about this warehouse, your ex-buds, and anything you else that you might know of interest."
MilesMk1: "If it pans out, you're a free man... But think of running, and my friends and I will find you, and as much as I'd hate to, I might have to think of other ways of getting back my investment."
Thematrian1: He nods.
Umbrafer: (What does he have in terms of good organs, anyway?)
Thematrian1: "You saved me. I won't run out on you."
MilesMk1: (Um... How sincere does he sound?)
MilesMk1: (Or how full of shit, rather? ;-))
Thematrian1: Heh. Detect Lies? Psychology? Anything?
MilesMk1: Intelligence?
Thematrian1: good enough
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 2 1 2 6 1
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 2 6-sided dice: 6 4
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 1 6-sided die: 5
MilesMk1: 17, 10
Thematrian1: He sounds sincere to you. And you think you've read him well ;-)
MilesMk1: (Ok, let me wrap this up.)
MilesMk1: *steps towards the bed as quickly as Wired Reflexes let him, then stops* (for effect)
Thematrian1: That's pretty damn fast.
MilesMk1: (I want to make an impression)
Thematrian1: He flinches a bit. His eyes are wide.
MilesMk1: *smiles* "I'm not a technical man - but my friends are, and they're just as good at what they do. So while I know I mean what you say - if you ever feel a change of heart coming about, remember that."
MilesMk1: "We can keep your friends away, but we can also find you."
Umbrafer: (We should've implanted an AOD tracker)
MilesMk1: "But as long as you play it straight, you have nothing to worry about."
Thematrian1: "I'll be straight with you."
Thematrian1: "I know you samurai look down on us, but we pay our debts."
MilesMk1: "I'll see you when they check you out." *pauses* "What size clothes do you wear?"
Thematrian1: He blinks, then tells you.
MilesMk1: (I assume whatever rags he came in wearing, are long gone.)
Thematrian1: Yep
Thematrian1: Breezy hospital gown all the way
MilesMk1: "I think you'd attract attention in hospital flats. See you in a few days."
MilesMk1: *Heads out.*
Umbrafer: (Hey! Not everyone who looks down on gangers is a samurai!)
MilesMk1: *Stops at the desk, and makes sure that no unwanted visitors will be admitted to see Jason, goes outside, looks around for anyone paying him undue attention, then heads home."
MilesMk1: *
MilesMk1: (at the front desk)
Thematrian1: "Yes sir, we understand."
MilesMk1: "Thank you for all your help. Have a good day."
Thematrian1: "Of course, sir"
Thematrian1: No one is watching you too closely.
*OnlineHost*: MilesMk1 rolled 6 6-sided dice: 5 5 3 5 5 3
Thematrian1: (Actually, I roll that one)
MilesMk1: (Hope you rolled better than I did. :-))
MilesMk1: *calls a cab, heads home*
MilesMk1: (switching cabs once somewhere busy)
Thematrian1: Home you go, eventually. And afternoon comes and evening comes.
MilesMk1: (Last thing I need is having to get ganger out of my carpet if they follow me home)
Thematrian1: ::snicker::
MilesMk1: (And with that, I think I'll be turning in, actually... I can't really help with any matrix runs, and I need to make an early start tomorrow...)
Thematrian1: (That's fair; it's almost midnight)
Thematrian1: (Sleep well)
MilesMk1: See you all Thursday?
Umbrafer: (I may need to retire myself. My eyelids are trying to descend)
Umbrafer: Yes indeed.
MilesMk1: Good night.
CirclMastr: (Smite them)
CirclMastr: The eyelids cannot be allowed to prevail!
MilesMk1 has left the room.
Umbrafer: Anything else afore I collapse?
Thematrian1: Shojo?
Thematrian1: (I have nothing for you)
CirclMastr: Nein
Thematrian1: In that case, sleep well everybody.
Umbrafer: Waitup:
Umbrafer: Before I forget:
Thematrian1: ok, ok
Umbrafer: Mazzing tomorrow, if'n ye're interested. Tell Marek that he's welcome as well.
CirclMastr: Marek shall perish
Umbrafer: We'll not let it get late, as I've got work the next day as well.
Thematrian1: ::nod:: The shorter Mazz, right? I'll let him know.
Umbrafer: And now, I bid you adieu.
Umbrafer has left the room.
CirclMastr has left the room.
Vernjonal has left the room.