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After much straining and heaving, as well as the (temporary) removal of the rear seats, the team manages to cram TD's bike into the back of the van. After looking at the situation, you all realize that whoever the third person (the one NOT in the two front seats) will be, they'd better hope there's not a whole lot of 'defensive' driving as the fit is rather...tight.

The drive to Sloan Lake is fairly short and uneventful. Upon arrival, Shaka makes contact with Stalker again and receives directions on where exactly to meet him. A few minutes of driving through the park later, you arrive at the meet.

Stalker stands at just under 2m tall and looks to mass around 130ish kg. Based on his obvious cyber, katana, receding hairline, and apparent middle age, it's pretty clear that he's a retired street samurai.

"So you're the bunch of kids that the Koshari want me to smuggle 'cross the border, eh?" He lets out a barely perceptible sigh. "You know, back in my day they actually sent adults to handle this type of work, but I guess times change." He seems to stare off into space for a moment, but any sense of what's on his mind is hard to read due to his cybereyes. "Very well," he holds out his hand and makes a beckoning gesture, "let's see whatever the J gave you to show me..."

'Your job is to get us across the border, we don't need to show you a thing. You get paid so just do your job'

*Sh4k4 learns forward from the back of the van and smacks Mr. Wolf in the back of the head*

"No be stupid brah!"
"Dis man gone do us one favor so play nice"

*Sh4k4 looks at the coyote*
"Sorry bout dat, Mistah Wolf could you show our new friend 'ere da proof from da Johnson"

Stalker eyes Mr. Wolf and seems to think for a moment.

"Fair enough pup, if it's to be straight to biz then straight to biz it will be. Ya want across the border, then you're going to pay for it... 250¥ a head, and an extra 150¥ for the vehicle...that's not going to be easy to conceal if it comes down to it. Those are my terms, non-negotiable."

He pauses for a moment, then mutters "back in my day, kids looked up to their betters..." then his voice trails off and he seems to shake out of his reverie and reverts back to business.

Stalker takes out his 'link and proceeds to transfer his routing info to the team.

'As Shaka said, sorry about Mister Wolf. It would do for him to learn some manners. But he is right. You were hired to get us across the borders.'

'I think we should all pay our own share. you guys agree?'

'Half now, half on the other side ok with you Stalker??'