Seeing the newcomer/Olivia take her seat, Qrow similarly returned to his, though this time keeping his hat tilted upwards as he pressed his aviators back up the ridge of his nose. He chuckled, "Yep. Same here. Though I got the contact through my fixer. Was nice enough to warn me to clean up a bit before showing up~"

"Is that spelled Crow?" Olivia asked. "You three have interesting names. Would love to hear the story on those. Since it would appear we're going to be a team, at least, from what I can tell, might as well have a doctor know her patients." she smiled.

Hearing that everyone here was on an equal playing field both pleased and upset me. On the one hand, no one has more information than myself. On the other, I don’t have more information than them. It was a pretty strange sensation to be having in a job. Looking around, I tried to find something that could help make it less of an issue.

Before I could react, Olivia, the medic, turned to me and asked about my accent. I tried my best to hid my internal thoughts of dismay towards my poor efforts to conceal my accent, but the cat is out of the bags I suppose. ”Your ears do not deceive. I am not from this country.” That was as much as she was getting for now. I have nothing against the woman, but I don’t trust her either… In fact, I don’t trust anyone here. Introductions are okay, but digging deeper when no trust was established seemed a bit foolish.

Still, there was time to kill. ”And yourselves? Where are you all from?”

"Ah, it's Qrow, with a Q~" He chuckles with a smile, quickly adding, "And if you want to play doctor, I'm game~ Though I'm not sure how the bosses will feel about that." Chuckling at the teasing remark, as well as the mental picture of some high strung corpo catching such a sight, left Qrow in a good mood. 

”Your ears do not deceive. I am not from this country.”
Olivia nodded at IO. She paused for a moment, expecting more, but instead, a question was asked.
”And yourselves? Where are you all from?”
"Born and raised in Night City. In Pacifica."

"And if you want to play doctor, I'm game~ Though I'm not sure how the bosses will feel about that." 
"Bosses?" Olivia inquired. "You mean, our employers?" she wondered.

Qrow put up both hands in a very exaggerated shrug, "Semantics. They've clearly put effort to get us together like this, so doubt them Corprate types would let us leave so easily....but hey, at least it makes you think that the payout will be promising."

This Qrow fellow seems to be very talkative. It was starting to grate on my nerves, but I held my tongue. But it also seemed Qrow was being as cautious as the rest of us. Not answering my question of where he is from and leaving the answer as just ‘Nomad’ seems to be his way of keeping his talkative side and his cautious side in balance. Either that or he is very obtuse and did not realize the question was directed towards himself as well. Still, I keep my eyes peeled and my ears open. The nomad did say something worth mentioning. They certainly wouldn't put us in a place like this were we could easiliy get out. Probably guards outside or someway to monitor us now. Looking around, there are clearly ways for them to track our movements. It is worth noting and keeping track of.

I put on my goggles, and sort of start recreating the room from what I see. Simple enough task. Saving this for later. 
"Information is key"
That mantra resonates and repeats as I create the map, a smile forming on my face. Today might actually be a good day. Who knows would pay for this?

It was around this time a new face showed himself to the party, and he looked a little worse for wear. Seems like they'd hire just about anyone it seems...

The last person enters and Reaper gives him a quick glance but otherwise ignores him and answers IO.  "I'm local too, Rancho Coronado."  She gives her standard answer for that question, always wondering how many people give a false answer like her.  She does believe Olivia though, she seems very...guileless and Qrow with a Q sure looks the cowboy type.  IO reminds Reaper a bit of herself, reserved.  

Olivia looks up, and offers a pleasant smile to the newcomer. "Hello, Dorango. I'm Olivia. Yes, I believe this is the spot." Then, to Reaper. "Ah! Rancho Coronado! Excellent." she said, as if she had been there and appreciated the sights. She looked at Dorango once more, detecting something. "Are you feeling well? You se-"

"Excuse me." A well dress female secretary type corpo approached us, out of nowhere, it seemed. She was holding out her Agent, as if verifying our identities. "Would all of you please follow me?"

Olivia made a pleasant sound with her throat, stood up, and nodded, doing as she was told.

We were all lead down a massive hall with conference rooms, finally coming to a very large and spacious office where, it looked like, a business meeting could be held. Seated at the end of the table was a older corpo woman, who stood, and gestured to the empty seats. Behind her was a TV larger than anything you had ever seen before. On it, the Biotechnica logo was displayed bold and proud.

"Good afternoon. I am Professor Geri McKennel. I have brought you here together because you all come highly recommended, and I have a job that would be best suited for those in  your..profession." She said the word carefully. She spoke in a proper, businesslike manner. 

Olivia took a seat.

On the massive screen behind Professor McKennel, the Biotechnica logo shifted up and a presentation began. She spoke as images filled the screen, telling a story.

"Biotechnica started as a small corporation based out of Rome, Italy. In 1991, amidst an energy crisis, we developed a substitute for fossil fuel usage that would end up being called CHOOH2, changing the world forever. CHOOH2 inventively became the standard fuel around the world. The biggest goal for Biotechnica was to bring back the flora and the fauna that changed significantly in the 1990s due to climate changes. We hold facilities worldwide specializing in this field, slowly trying to rebuild the environment." 

The presentation shifted to a forest location, beautiful, with tall trees and rolling hills.

"Biotechnica is no stranger to cutting edge genetic engineering. Our 'super crops' and 'Orchards' are helping curb the food crisis across America after the Fourth Corporate War. In the last year we have revealed what we call 'Reference Forests' to help restore decimated forests and rebuild the lumber industry. With three of these forests already up and running, Biotechnica has been working to grow our operations. The yield from each Reference Forest is enough to rebuild small communities. However, not everyone is happy about the Reference Forests. This is where you come in."

"In the last three months two of our Reference Forests in Northern California have been hit by wood pirates. Whoever they are, they have cut down dozens of valuable trees and removed a few dozen burls. At first, we thought it was Green Fist, but it’s looking more like someone out there doesn’t want us..cutting into their business." She pauses, amused by her own pun. "These pirates have hit at night when the forests are unattended. Site RF003 is the next logical location for a hit. Your job is to go into the forest and set up an ambush. Find these pirates and find out who is funding them. As for dead or alive, Biotechnica doesn’t want to know what happens after you get the intelligence."

All of this seemed a little too practiced and coordinated. First we are put together in a room where we wait to be greeted and are watched. Then we meet this professor who tells us the bare minimum and gives us this slide show that paints the organization in a pretty picture. I’m not buying it. They’re probably hiding something, and walking blind is not the way to start an ambush.

“It’s a pretty slideshow, but ultimately tells us very little. It’s clear that there are some things you don’t know, so let's get down to the more important aspects of this all. What is it that you do know? What information, footage, etc. can you provide to illuminate the situation? While I am all for making some eddies, I am not in the mood to get killed because we aren’t informed or made aware of certain things you decided to keep to yourselves.”

I know corpos. I know how they like to keep things close to the chest. We weren’t hired because we were the best. We were hired because we were expendable. I am not about to make that become my future.

“It would also be good to know what you could offer us in terms of assistance. Equipment, access, etc. I think I speak for us all when I say I would rather know and live than not and die. Information is power, and you clearly aren’t telling us everything we need to know.”

IO crosses her arms while she stands against the wall. Her body language shows a clear lack of distrust that her words expressed clear as day.

Qrow had no issue following another pretty lady into another room, following her lead to the meeting place. When he was offered a seat, he quickly stole the center most seat, tipping his hat politely towards the older woman. Listening to her pitch and mission statement, he took notes of the mission parameters before the others began pestering questions towards her. He smiled, happy that he didn't have to play the heel with the client. He liked being the nice guy, but money and resources were important, so was intel.

Staying laid back in his seat, Qrow held up his hands towards IO, chuckling he spoke with a light, jovial tone, "Hey now, no reason to get standoffish. I'm sure our lovely client here is getting to that. As well as the point of our payment for a job well done?~"

Yeah, what she said.  Reaper thinks to herself, a small smirk on her face as she watches IO grill the corpo .  Ok, so maybe working with a crew isn't so bad after all.  Someone else can ask all the questions and I can sit here in silence.  Perfect. 

When Dorango asks his questions his voice tickles something in Reaper's subconscious.  Something she can't quite place.  She looks over at him and then it clicks.  Dorango!  He said his name was Dorango.  F**k, he's a rockerboy!  A few lyrics popped into her head as she realized she recognized the name from Umeko's collection. Dammit, why did there have to be a rockerboy!  She looks away and stares at the huge screen, willing herself to hold it together.  You're fine, you're fine, you're fine.  She repeats to herself as she reels her emotions back in.  She was getting better about her reaction to the rockers but it still hit her at times, unexpectedly.  She wondered if Dorango had ever heard any of Umeko's recordings.

"Hey now, no reason to get standoffish. I'm sure our lovely client here is getting to that. As well as the point of our payment for a job well done?~"

Olivia gave Qrow a smile and IO a strange glance. Why all the paranoia, she wondered.

Professor McKennel looks at IO confused, or perhaps caught off guard at the questions. "I'm not at liberty to share any corporate secrets, just details on the job we're hiring you for. That's the situation. We have a Reference forest in Northern California where terrorist activities are taking place, we don't know who they are, but they are impeding our business. Observe."

She turns to the TV where satellite surveillance shows large trucks and chainsaw carrying individuals are cutting down trees.

"So, let me put it plainly. We own the forest. They're cutting down our trees. We want to hire you all to find out who and why. Biotechnica will provide one thousand eddies per person, in addition to drones for surveillance. It's a simple job. Stop these terrorist from destroying our property."

"What's out there anyway? These reference forests sound....remote. Is there anything there besides....trees?"

"Trees, mostly, and, of course, ranger observation towers where you will be residing at. We believe the terrorists will be attacking the trees at our R003 location. I will provide you all with transportation and a map of the area."

"Ok, so let me get this straight." Olivia said, shifting in her chair. "You guys have a forest, where you're growing trees in an effort to restore the lumber industry, but you're getting hassled by some unknown third party terrorist group that obviously is looking to halt your operations." She makes a face of understanding. "So you're hiring us to hang out at one of the ranger stations at one of the reference forests - R003 - that you think is going to be attacked next. Ok. How long do you need us to be there for?"

"We believe whoever is attacking us will do so within a day or two. The forest is large, and accommodations will be minimal - the ranger stations are not luxurious. The drones will help patrol the perimeter, and a netrunner would easily be able to control them."

"Ok." she nods.

With the others asking questions Reaper has had time to compose herself and has her head back in the conversation.  1000 eddies, can't take a pass on this one.  What's the worst that could happen?  She muses.  Sounds like some low level thieves, that's like second year training.  She looks around at the others...Just have to hope this is competent crew. Hmm, I'll need to grab Zero. Reaper thinks to herself, mentally packing.  What the hell do you wear in a forest?  

"When would we have to leave?"  She asks the woman.

Hearing that the Biotechnica was going to provide the transport, the rest of the details quickly got pushed to the side of Qrow's mind as he butted in, "Excuse me, but as the resident driver of the group, I trust my own ride to anything you're offering. No offense." Huffing a bit in offense, he gives a cute pout but grins a moment later, "Still. Can't say it's too shabby of a job. I'm in." Thankfully, he hadn't parked Beastie too far away. Though it might be a tight squeeze if everyone there took off at that moment with him, it wouldn't be impossible.