Play@YSDC

OOC: Usually the customers use themselves or to another person, since they are all rich.

-So your a retailer? You didn't look one of our usual customers, but didn't thought you were dealers too. How much you gonna sell our stuff?

"We haven't set a price yet," says Patrick. "We'll need to get a good look at the drug and what it can do before we decide, and we'll need to do some market studies before we know how much we'll sell."

"Maybe we could market it as an rare, exotic luxury," says Patrick. "Then we could charge a higher markup and have a few dedicated customers who can't get it on their own because they don't know where or they're not as good at racing." He shrugs. "And if we can't make money selling it, at least we'll have it for ourselves."

-Well, that's your problem. To get more you still need to winn the race.
He attends other customers meaning the conversation is over.

OOC: What do you do now? The meeting with the client is just next day in the morning. Do you want to go to a bar, or return to home?

OOC: What is everyone else for? I suppose meeting the client is the next step, but I'm fine if someone else wants to go somewhere else first...Vance is pretty apathetic about drinking.

You agree to return home. Rubix and his new friend change contacts. Vance, You can take the blonde to you home to a night of sex if you want (or not), just tell me.

You awake next day. You prepaire yourselves early to the meeting. The place will be the "runaway horses", a cheap restaurant downtown that works as a bar at night. The place is dirty and bad iluminated
It's 1 pm. There is just a couple of mexicans eating there some burritos. And a corporate in a table who is looking with disgust to the place.

OOC: Vance really isn't interested in having any involvement with a high-school girl. I'm hoping there was a polite way to avoid it.

IC:
Vance regards the corporate man, wondering if he might be the customer.

Patrick has the same thought, but he can't be entirely certain if this is the man they're here to meet, or if he's here on other business.

OOC,What were we told about the meeting? Do we know what our contact looks like? Does our contact know what we look like?

OOC: It was all made with fixer as intermediare. The corporate knows probably your faces by now.

The corporate sees you and nod.

Patrick nods back, leads the way to the suit's table, and sits down.

"Yes, we do," says Patrick. "Do you have the payment?"

-I transfer the money as soon as I see the product.

Patrick takes out the drug and shows it to the corporate man. "Here it is," he says.

He immediatly puts a scanner in the drug, smiles and then digits something in a pocket computer.
-Money transfered, with a bonus. Now I have some questions to make if you don't mind.

"Sure, ask away," says Patrick.

-How much man do they have? Do they have any heavy weapons? How much borgs? The defensive system how does it works? Did you see any laboratory?