You have surveyed the landscape thoroughly by aggregating the information you gathered from the overhead flight and a casual drive-by of the area. The car is currently parked inconspicuously in the lot of the Stuffer Shack where a few cars are plugged into charging stations, but mostly people are milling in-an-out to get packs of BBQ rice chips and que-soy-rittos. I realize I forgot the scale marker, but you can use the 30x50 lot of the bar as a frame of reference.
OOC: I'll be posting this next part in sections, just in case something happens with the window and I lose progress.
The Bar: The bar has mostly been covered. Three guys standing out front as doormen. The lot with the bikes is on the western side of the building, along with a small open-air porch area that is littered with empty bottles and spent BTL chips. A few windows are cracked on the first story, letting the sound of a Jetblack cover band creep into the streets along with a soft orange glow. The second story offers no immediate access from the street, but with a brief window of being unabserved a skilled athlete might be able to reach a window fairly quickly by making use of some of the debris cluttered all around the base of the building (or by using hydraulic jacks!).
Icons:There are a few AR decorations, most notably the big spinning jack-o-lantern. There are about two dozen personas projecting from the bar, but some of them could just be local junkies and drunks. Most of them seeming to be running on fairly cheap links (rating 2), but you spot sporting more advanced Erika Elites (rating 4), and they're forming PANs that include smartlinked smgs. Several of the halloweeners are sporting varied cyberware, but with the exception of some cybereyes and the afore-mentioned smartlinked systems, you don't see much wireless functionality to it. You can spot the icon for the camera overlooking the door, as well as three more on the interior, and some low-grade basic BTL recording equipment. The camera doesn't look like much, but, curiously, is part of a WAN - slaved to the host of the Stuffer Shack across the street.
There is one icon that catches your eye, both because of it's uncommon detail and because spotting it is all you can do - whoever is running this persona is better at hiding their Matrix presence than any of the other gangers around. It's projecting from inside the bar - a French nobleman decked out in all of the pomp and foppery of the late 1700s. He's got a powdered wig and pastel orange overcoat lined with a gold trim and glossy black buttons. Baggy trousers terminate at the knees giving way to frilly white leggings and buckled, high-heeled shoes with the pointiest tips you've ever seen. You're worried the face is going to show up in your dreams tonight. It looks like someone started with a blank mass of flesh and then carved a grinning jack-o-lantern into it. There's no bleeding or scaring around the cuts, though - simply ragged, torn flesh - like someone took a pair of pinking shears to a corpse already drained of blood.
The Stuffer Shask This is an old one, from before the 50s when Stuffer Shacks were fueling stations/convenience stores/pharmacies before the the supercenters they've become today. It also hasn't been renovated properly since then either, because it's still got the in-your-face Aztec aesthetic that AZT was slapping all over everything when the Nuhuatl Renaissance was still novel, so the exterior almost makes it look like the gift shop for a theme park. The interior is stlightly more modern (dating back only to the mid-60s), but extremly run down - no one cares about keeping it clean anymore. Paint has peeled and no one has bothered with decorative AROs, and the ballistic windows are riddled bullet holes. It looks like someone even tried to spray a smiley face on there with a machine pistol.
Though only a single story, the building, there is a largish parking lot and a covered area for vehicle charging stations, with two old gasoline fuel pumps with signs over them that "out of stock." The traffic is slow-but-not-dead here, and you're pretty sure that at least one of the cars in the lot is abandoned, on account of it having no wheels.
Icons: There is a crude host attached to the Stuffer Shack, and not much else. It's the boilerplate pyramid design that AZT rolled out onto all of their properties when the new Matrix went live, before they started getting creative with their sculpting. There is basic wireless functionality attached to the charging stations, and they are slaved to the host. Since grid-guide doesn't operate out here, the cars have all been pretty much locked into manual functionality, but you could still tinker with alarms, remote lights, etc... There is a security camera looking over the parking lot, and two in the store, both slaved to the host. You can see a few Halloweeners milling about in the aisles from out here, but none of them are showing any smartlinked or wireless gear.