[gwilym]

"ok chummbatas, I'll go earn my keep, I'll recce the perimeter and scope out some observation posts. Is there anything else on the list you want me to check?"
she turned to chain. "this will be my rout in and this" she used a stirred from the soycafe "is my rout out, if I call to tell you help drive towards me"

"please"

"if I call and tell you that i have a rout in planned out; I'm lying and I'm burned"

"oh and are we looking for cafés or apartment to do this overwatch?

[Herr Brackhaus]

Eddie sighed when Pale Horse started talking. This one is more hyper than even I am...

Hang on, let's not get too excited here. Once we get relocated we can discuss physical recon in more detail, but Ichante already got us the basics. When we need more we've got drones, so there's no need to expose ourselves and potentially alert the target just yet.

[CraterShip]

As the team begins making a rudimentary plan, they are hesitant to divulge too much in the warehouse for fear of listening devices. They decide to relocate, and Chaim sends a message to his fixer.

Hey, chum, yeah I've got a spot not far from the coordinates you sent. A bit north to be exact. A bit of a hole, but it'll put you about 5 minutes out from the high rises. Mostly overlooked by the corps nearby. Just remember me when this is done with, and leave some o the take on the dresser.

Safe house acquired, and plotted, the group quietly make their individual exits back through the club, where the escort woman nods her approval before locking the outside door once again. Outside, the rain has unbelievably increased to the fist-on-metal pounding of obese drops. What few patrons remain on the streets appear to be so far gone on their drugs of choice they don't even realize they're getting wet.

The crew arrives at the location provided by the fixer. It is a small loft apartment located above an abandoned garage. A loose hanging door opens into the garage, but the loft is protected by a hefty looking mag lock with a pin pad and thumb reader. It opens quietly on smooth hinges with the code provided by the fixer, and appears to accept everyone's thumb prints. The second fact leaves the runners wondering how the fixer got that information, or if the lock doesn't actually need a specific thumb at all. Inside, partitions are set up, dividing a kitchen and dining area from the sleeping cots. Burn marks on the carpet and a lingering odor of gunpowder hint at previous teams' usage. The walls are stained the yellow brown of wear, but nothing appears truly dirty.

Welcome to your new home for at least the next week.

[gwilym]

Safe houses I have known and loved... at least There are no sign asking us to label our food

[Herr Brackhaus]

Eddie pulls up the collar on his armored trench coat as he makes his way to his all-terrain vehicle. "At least this torrential downpour takes the bite out of the acidity, the city almost smells clean for once" he muses as he gets behind the wheel and fires up the powerful engine. "No conditions for anything fancy today; slow and steady wins the race".

He navigates the route to the safehouse Chaim has managed to acquire on short notice while wondering what it must be like to have such an extensive network of people to rely on. "Must be nice" he sighs wistfully, considering his own calling card consists of the people on the team and Striker. "No man is an island, I think the saying goes. Well, in this weather, we all damned better well be or we'll go under just like Atlantis..." After a few particularly treacherous turns where the extended suspension travel of his ATV prevents him from going under a feet or more of bubbling water, as well as a slight hydroplaning incident that could have been a lot worse, he finally pulls up to the address on the west side of Lake Sammamish.

Parking as close to the abandoned garage as possible to avoid the flooding streets, he then grabs a dufflebag from the compartment of his truck and walks inside. Eddie quickly surveys the interior to make sure there are no hidden surprises from previous occupants, then moves to check all the windows to look for avenues of attack and escape. He's methodical in his approach, but the place is small enough that it doesn't take more than a few minutes. With a quick message to the team he flops down in a chair in the dining area.

<Not bad, Brasa. Not bad at all. This'll do nicely.>

[Tecumseh]

Leaving the warehouse, Ichante shudders as the rain hammers her head and slides down her hair to deposit itself at the base of her neck. She wishes there were a team troll that she could use for rain protection for moments like these.

She slides into Eddie's Thundercloud Morgan, grateful for the increased seating capacity. These four-wheel all-terrain vehicles were popular for tearing around the prairies back home in the Sioux Nation. She hadn't expected to find many in Seattle, but the Seattle rain coupled with the potholes in the Barrens made the Morgan a reasonable choice. She hopes that her request to Redcloud to "protect us from harm" also extends to not driving off the road and drowning in an overflowing ditch. She wasn't really worried - Eddie had better reflexes than most, thanks to some bioware - but this rain could undo the best of drivers.

The heavy rain pounds on the roof of the Thundercloud and Ichante notes the parallel. At least it isn't snow, she keeps telling herself. Seattle weather, however unpredictable, was nowhere near as extreme as Cheyenne or Butte, which is half the reason she had moved here in the first place. The other half involved some rather persistent Lakota mafia types who were always asking about this ¥10,000 or that ¥10,000. They were very tiresome.

Ichante cradles her soykaf for warmth on the drive, looking out at the depressed thermograhpic landscape that was practically drowning under the rain. By the time they're at the safehouse, she's relieved just to have survived the commute. The safehouse will be more about staying safe from the weather rather than the locals.

Ichante points out the maglock reader to Chaim. "Is that normal?" she asks, knowing he knows a bit about hardware. "Does Suzette have our biometrics on file or that thing just a fancy doorknob?"

Inside, after taking the tour and quickly claiming the least-stained cot as her own, she turns to Chaim, looking for the plan. "So, you want to sweet talk your way in or what? Pale Horse and I can pose as your Awakened Amerind female bodyguards. Because 'Enrique' has a 'type', you know? You gander."

[gwilym]

she couldn't ignore the joke not matter what Yellow bear said;-she tried to hide it but she knew her face had darkened better walk it off and stuff the demon backin the box, work bury it in the work. turning suddenly she chimed inseriously guys, do you want me to scope out the immediate or you guys ok for me to dry off? personally I'd be less jumpy if I knew roughly what the area looked like out there; or we working on lock down? pale horse tried to get some feeling in to her voice just like Yellow Bear explained she couldn't ignore the joke not matter what Yellow bear said;-

[rednblack]

Ichante points out the maglock reader to Chaim. "Is that normal?" she asks, knowing he knows a bit about hardware. "Does Suzette have our biometrics on file or that thing just a fancy doorknob?"

"If Suzette has our biometrics, that is most . . . alarming," Chaim says, giving the door a push.  Inside, Chaim can make out the wiff of gunpowder over the damp smell of his fellow runners, and some sort of mildew.  Growing up, a place like this would be a palace, in his early twenties a hovel, and in his present state of affairs, it's just about like home.  Ah, the winds of fortune, and all that.

He helps Eddie haul in some gear from the Morgan and sets about the task of helping the young infiltration specialist check for bugs.  "Behind the food processor's always a good spot for a bug," he says.  "There's usually a natural electrical interference there, and sometimes trace amounts of radiation, so a low level sensor can get lost pretty easy."

"So, you want to sweet talk your way in or what? Pale Horse and I can pose as your Awakened Amerind female bodyguards. Because 'Enrique' has a 'type', you know? You gander."

Before Chaim can answer, Pale Horse indignantly pipes up.

seriously guys, do you want me to scope out the immediate or you guys ok for me to dry off? personally I'd be less jumpy if I knew roughly what the area looked like out there; or we working on lock down?

"Well, what are we trying to find, Pale Horse?" Chaim asks, looking over the plans that Pixel sends over.  "Looks to me like we've got two potential floors where the target may be held.  If there was a research floor in the basement, I'd think that was our spot, but I don't know what to make of the choice between five and eight.  Our contact is on the seventh floor, so eight is closer, but do we even know for sure if he's involved in the target?  Maybe Pixel can cross-reference our contact, the good Doctor Nelson, with either of those floors.  In fact, an employee file would be just wizzer.

"Ichante, you know I can certainly play the role of gander.  And I do love some waggly fingers, mi corazon.  If everyone's itching to put meat eyes in the place that seems like a good enough plan as any.  Additionally, I'd like to find us an 'in' for the good as soon as possible.  Pixel, if you can find records for contract work that'd be useful.  Changing out air filters, plumbing, etc. could all work.  We might want to save some social engineering for the staff.  Maybe we pick out a doctor, or director of operations who will be all too keen on giving us a private tour.  Maybe we can find a bar where these chummers like to hang and lift a keycard or two.  I'm just thinking out loud here.  What do you think, Eddie?  This isn't your first rodeo."

Chaim sets the food processor to work on some noodles, and takes up residence on one of the well-worn chairs, flips the trid on absently, and starts switching between some old combat biking reruns and the nightly news.

[Herr Brackhaus]

Eddie smiles viciously as Chaim starts talking about bars.

"You know me, bossman, they'd never even notice. Of course, cards won't do us much good without a way to copy them, as they'll realize they've lost them sooner rather than later. Last I heard that kind of equipment is kind of expensive, and requires skills neither of us have. Unless Pixel here has the ways and means, I think we'd be better of identifying possible candidates for later, which I can certainly get started on."

Without prompting, he starts flipping through the employee record AROs, looking for onsite personnel that match the team members and making some notes along the way, then looks outside once again before remembering what the adept had said just a few minutes ago.

"You want to go out there in this just to get eyes on the target? Your call, omae, but if you get pneumonia while you're out there it's coming out of your own cut. Chip truth."

He continues looking for physical matches among the staff while absentmindedly cracking his knuckles. The combination of reinforced bones and highly elastic joints make for rather loud sounds, particularly in the enclosed space of the safehouse, and he doesn't even notice some of the other team members annoyed stares, caught up as he is in his new pet project.

"As long as I get to stay dry for another few hours it's all good." He smiles to himself as he stumbles across a janitorial member who looks like a dead match for Ichante. "Hah, like she would dress down in coveralls and carry a plunger for a shiny gig like this..." He nonetheless marks the file "Potential" and keeps going, looking for some bigwig that Chaim can impersonate.

"Hey, Brasa, how's your knowledge of... uh... oto-rhino-laryn-gology...  these days?" he chuckles despite having to sound out each part of the medical term for ear, nose, and throat medicine. He knows full well that the face is a man of many talents, but he's definitely not a medical doctor. "Maybe we need to get you watching some medical soaps instead of that combat biker garbage, even though I'm pretty sure you could pose as a urologist or a gynocologist any day of the week, amirite!?" The jest is clear, mere banter between professionals, if not exactly close friends.

[gwilym]

pale horse dropped the attempt at empathy and went back to her usual distant monotone . "Chaims' plan sounds good we really could do with eyes on also we could see if there are any greasy spoons or Kawphee carts the staff use to and from shift:- let see if loose lips will sink the ship? but pleeease i'd rather not play the hooker; acting isn't my  strong point.

we have not bugout plan if this place gets blown that's why

just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to nail me

suddenly a thought struck her does that guard roster give duty stations?!
she picked up her caf and walked over to the table with the plans
hide it in the job just focus, routines and pay grades

[Pixelated]

Pixel entered the safehouse along with the others, she was slightly more at ease with everyone here, not that she trusted anyone but Jacking in with a crowd around who most definitely don't want to get shot at gave her a certain sense of reassurance and helped quell that paranoia she always felt ever since the Humanis had left her for dead after a deadly ambush. Brushing the thought aside she glided quietly to a corner deep in thought her usually smart mouth quiet as she focused on the task at hand. Hatter had once told her Decking was alot like music or art and so Pixel had developed a sort of pre routine before jacking in. Sitting cross legged she popped in an ear bud drowning out the banter going on nearby to the keening wail of some newly popular screamer band, taking a deep breath she let it out washing away the irritation of the cold and damp, of being outside and the exchange of the Chummer who reminded her of someone she had wanted to forget. With a graceful flick of her hair she exposed her data jack near her temple and slid her Renraku Tsurugi into her lap and connected first her comm which immediately lit up with a million points of code glittering across it's surface.

Fingers tapping along the glass surface of her deck she brought up her on board program list and selected a few things she would need, a plan already formulating in her mind on digging for the information they could use to pull this off...and hopefully not contract some horrible disease in the process. She certainly had a lot of data to browse through, finding that could be time consuming but Alice could handle that and make it look like a completely innocent search by some random contractor so common data shouldn't be difficult to come by. Though she could certainly rearrange a few things and will likely need to snoop about some personnel or managers files and that was something she would do herself.

Selecting her trusty agent program a stealth program and a file editor she tapped a few more buttons letting a pair of her fingers linger on the screen for the biometric screen lock to detect her prints and engage the deck, then while still bobbing her head to the rampant music assaulting her eardrums she jacked in.

The safehouse instantly fell away as the corpeal world was replaced by a glittering city of data and whirring motes of light moving to and fro. Above the sky changed to that of large data chunks looming like clouds, ever watchful and threatening to bring down wrath upon the unwitting decker who got careless with themselves. Glancing down at her shimming form which scintillated with tiny motes of light racing along her curves Pixel took a moment to admire her newly tweaked Avatar. Tracing along the shining image of a pixelated musical note topped by a top hat on her forearm she mimicked a sigh and with a gesture called forth her Agent program Alice.

"Alice...I have a task for you. The building in the file marked on my deck, I want you to go to the public archive and download available building plans for everything within fifteen blocks of that building, then you are to download water and sewer plans for that area as well. Once you are done I want you to reference all contracted work carried out in the designated area and make note of quotes and companies who carried out that work for the last year. If you are queried at all you are simply a search program for a local restaurant chain expanding into the area. Respond with nothing more than that and do not search outside public record. When your done bring the data back to my deck and mark all the data relevant to the target building only and dump the rest. Now go on...."

Watching the agent program melt away into the grid to carry out it's task Pixel floated across the data scape resisting the urge to stop by some of her favorite hangouts whose glow shone enticingly from even this part of the grid she was on. It seemed like the data bite was hopping tonight. Oh well. Pushing her digital self further she propelled across the datascape flitting as gently as a butterfly on the evening air until she saw what she was looking for, a floating island all by it's lonseome, the private grid of the building they were looking to infiltrate. Hopping onto their grid wouldn't be a problem but she didn't intend to stay there overly long. Touching a virtual hand to her ear he voice sounded on the teams comlink only slightly digitized with a faint musical chime to it.

"I'm looking at the grid for our building, Alice is off collecting some general data we can use....but once I go in there I'll be running silent so if you have any last requests besides the obvious stuff you want to look for now is the time to ask me."

[rednblack]

"Well looky here," Chaim says, examining the files on the security team that Pixel sends over, and muting the combat biking.  "Looks like most of us have a match.  At least after I break out the rouge anyway.  Let's take this in steps. 

First, Pixel, see if you can get me an invitation to the inside of the hospital, plus two guests.  I know Ichante's keen on playing the role of lady of the night--"

"I'd rather not," Pale Horse breaks in.

"We could be dignitaries, inspectors, consultants," Ichante adds.

"Yeah, sure," Chaim says, still all big-picture in his head.  "So let's get our initial in just to put eyes on the place.  Ichante can scout the astral, Pale Horse and I can handle scoping out physical and electronic security, and we can see what there is to see."

He pauses for a moment, and his eyes flit to a particularly nasty crash, no less gory while muted.  "Actually, I'll probably have my hands full just playing the doting patron, or demanding inspector, whatever.  Eddie, what do you think?  You need to come along on this?

"Anyway, that's step one.  After that we'll need personnel files on the security guards we wish to impersonate, as well as Dr. Nelson so we can start planning for the insertion proper.  I can doll us all up, Eddie can figure out how we're going to get some weapons in, and the night of, we'll get those pesky vid feeds looped, and grab up the goodies.  Hoping, of course, that Ichante isn't right about us wading into a den of ghouls who are far from 'cured.'"

[Herr Brackhaus]

Watching the decker slip the jack into her skull made Eddie's stomach churn. "Trodes are bad enough, I can't imagine why anyone would voluntarily choose to plug their consciousness into a machine." He shuddered and turned away from the limp form in front of him, taking in the sharp, somewhat acrid smell of spent propellant mixing with the heavy, damp scent of fresh rain.

Eddie, what do you think?  You need to come along on this?

"Huh?"

Realizing that Chaim had been talking to everyone, Eddie quickly recovered by replaying the conversation in his head. In the briefest of instants he paused while looking at Chaim, then responded.

"Go with you. In there? Pass. I'll take the outside; Pale Horse is the more intimidating figure anyway and can play your bodyguard or whatever, while I take a look at the outside." He looked straight at Pale Horse and spoke in an even, factual manner. "Even without my chameleon suit I'm arguable a better infiltrator, and the suit gives me an edge against thermal and sonic sensors. If we're going out at night or in this," he said jerking a thumb at the weather outside, "we'll need every advantage we can get." Eddie wasn't just boasting; the ware "they" had stuffed him full of had dramatically enhanced his body in many ways, some of which gave him an almost supernatural ability to hide.

"Barring mojo, ain't a sensor in the world can pick me up when I put my mind to stay hidden" he thought when the messages from Pixel started coming in. He sorted through the information while the conversation went on at the table.

"I'm looking at the grid for our building, Alice is off collecting some general data we can use....but once I go in there I'll be running silent so if you have any last requests besides the obvious stuff you want to look for now is the time to ask me."

Eddie's augmented mind easily handled the two information flows at once, and he composed a message through his trodes while responding to Chaim in the flesh.

<Just one thing; check what kind of roof access we're looking at; if there's a way in I can smuggle gear in that way and meet you on the top floor.>

"Plan sounds good, Brasa. I'm hoping this deluge will let off in time for us to be able to do recon without buying wetsuits. Last I checked diving gear is expensive..." The last was said with a humorous tone, but he knew exactly how much gear like that cost. "That job sucked balls; if I never have to infiltrate through a sewer again, especially one that's water access only, it'll be too soon."

[Pixelated]

Listening to the bodiless voices that filter through the Matrix to her from her connected commlink Pixel waits and listens with a slight hint of impatience holding out her digital hand and generating one of her Marks where she casually spins it in place before dismissing it with a wave once the last of the requests are in.

"A way in huh. Hope you have something nice to wear."

Shortly after Pixel closes her digital eyes and for a second her image on the grid flares brightly before she melts into data scape disappearing from the grid she is on and appearing on the grid for their target building. The grid for this place was sterile and boring as one might expect, worker programs looking much like your average office wage slave went to and fro going about their business without so much as glancing her way. While Pixel enjoyed her flamboyant appearance she wasnt so ignorant as not to realize that hete that would ne detrimental. With the slightest of mental effort she interfaced with her deck and adjusyed her avatar to resemble one of the worker programs, drab dull and colorless it rankled her but was nessecary.

Moving among the autonomous programs she looked about for her first of three targets. A giant glowing envelope slowly turned over a cluster of glowing boxes nearby and Pixel made her way there. Laying her hand upon the top most box she reached into the mail server taking the time to look for the Human Resources Manager. After identifying the address she took a look through other mail addresses and forwarded memos until she found a common address from something akin to a board or head office then created an interoffice memo from that addrrss directing the facilities Investment Director to recieve a delegation from an important investment firm tomorrow and give them a tour, its heavilky suggested in such memo to make sure they leave impressed.

Leaving the interoffice node she makes her way to a security port and places her hand upon it. Interfacing with the general inquiries option she brings up the data on access cards and simulates a random security check on where the security cards are being used instructing the matrix to flag illegal access of any cards. She selects some random guards and includes their Doctor spanning back a week....that way her efforts will look like a simple non invasive secruity check but shes betting wherever the doc is using his card the most is where their lab will be. Storing any data she can get back into her deck she then moves on to her final target. Operations management.

Moving again among the worker programs she  puts her digital hands inside the Operations node. She is queried almost immediatley and responds with a schedule check search. Given the near public access a shift schedule is she makes note of the number of people attributed to security as well as how many are working on the lab floor, or at least what looks to be a lab floor. Slithering her will a little deeper into the system she creates an approved bereavement request for one of the guards and an approved time off request for another attatching the address of the human resources department she found as confirmation of approval. She initiates a schedule change to cover the missing two putting them on the target floor the night of their proposed operation as any other team members they need who match the profiles she had selected who had originally been off for that night. While moving those who had been assigned to that floor to different assignments from each other to lessen the liklihood of anyone coming to work and comparing notes. With that covered she then sends an unedited version of the original schedule to those members they were impersonating and who had the night of the op off with an attatched note citing schedule confirmation so that to those she had picked it would still seem to them that they had that night off.

Pleased with her schedule juggling she makes a copy of the selected guards, plus any who might have a tag on their file for awakened or magic adepts of any sort as well as the Doctors before turning to the camera system. She simply accesses the video feeds of random cameras along every floor at the access points and security posts saving a virtual snapshot of each to her deck as well as external cameras to the roof and other entry points to the building. While doing so she disguises her efforts as a standard functionality test of equipment. Though she definately makes note of where cameras aren't....especially if it's an entire floor.

Stepping away from the node she turns to make her way out but then stops at a financial cluster. Ignoring the droning personae of mindless programs working beside her she makes a budget inquiry for the last fiscal year, specifically on company spending. That should at least give them some sort of idea what kind of budget they have dropped on building improvements and security measures they might have on hand. If they are paying out to some Mage or Shaman for special protections of sorts they would likely see it reflected there if not in the files or screen captures.

Once she has completed her long night of data sleuthing she makes her way off the grid to meet with Alice who should by now be waiting for her at her exit point.

[gwilym]

ok. mr chaime? what would be the dress code of this little opp? I only ask because I don't have any formal business attire. everything I have is "utilitarian" (spirits above that sounded wrong coming out of her mouth)

Bear was right about his being a step up, she was going to have to start thinking much harder about back grounds from her on in no grounds to hide in here. and if any one laughs at her in a business get up they will meet their ancestors much quicker than planned