@Cynthia: As you come out from under the awning in front of L'armoire you notice the rain is now coming down in full force. As you bee-line it to Woofer's vehicle your clothes start to soak through and you can't wait to get out of this stuffy suit and into your real 'working' clothes. You pop open the unlocked trunk and grab your duffle bag as you verbally command your commlink to hail a Gridcab. After 2 minutes of standing shivering in the rain, a driverless mercury comet with an illuminated "Gridcab" sign perched on it's roof pulls over and you quickly hop-in and close the door, not even waiting for the cab to pull off before you start tearing at your clothes. "1324 184th SE st. Apt. 7, Renton" you holler at the often glitchy auto-cabby software...every detail of every ARO picture or file which Germaine referenced etched indelibly in your awakened mind..."hah...un-professional...if he only knew" you utter to yourself under your breath as the cab speeds off into the rain.
@Woofer, Mercedes, B.B. and Cynthia through her Watcher: A human driver dressed in black, with black leather gloves and raindrops streaming down his silver-tinted sunglasses beckons you into the back of a Mitsubishi Nightsky. Germaine quickly finishes his call and remains silent as you stretch out in the comfortable, if not over-sized leather seats; his nervousness palpable. The limo makes it's way west past 3 blocks of sky-scrapers and residential high-rises sculpted into an impressive plasti-crete and steel network of cutting-edge architecture. The city street reaches a T-intersection with a downward sloping ramp straight ahead which dives under a 4 city-block-wide, ten-story high bulwark. Once the limo crosses under the bulwark, it passes under an overhead sign that says "Overlake Corporate Park" and the ramp rises up to a road which runs out onto 5 green acres of tidily dispersed cylindrical high-rise buildings clustered into different groups which all overlook lake washington. You approach another AR decorated sign which has various corporate names with arrows giving directions...one of them pointing to "Visteon Residential Campus."
[OOC: Mercedes Assensing 3+Intuition 4 = 7 dice
7d6.hits(5)=1]
Mercedes opens her perception to the astral plane as she usually does when going someplace new to her, and as the limo reaches the security booth she makes out a bluish-purple dome of slowly swirling mana enveloping a group of 3 cylindrical high-rises connected by walkways at various levels which make up the Visteon residential campus. She quickly txts Cynthia to call off the watcher spirit which is perched on Germaine's shoulder...and as soon as the message is received, the astral raven flies out of the limo going right through the roof just before the vehicle passes through the mana ward.
[OOC: SIN scan device rating 2
2d6.hits(5)=1. Mercedes fake SIN rating 3:
3d6.hits(5)=0, Woofers fake SIN rating 4:
4d6.hits(5)=1 , B.B.'s fake SIN rating 4:
4d6.hits(5)=0.]
A guard in a rain poncho steps out of the security booth and makes his way to the window next to Germaine.
Guard: "Good afternoon Mr. Robinson, we have two individuals who's PAN's are not broadcasting valid SIN's, we do not want to hold you up at all but we need to make sure that all guest ID's are properly logged into the guest book so we would like to run another scan and ask some confirmation questions."
The guard smiles nervously at Germaine.
Guard: "Sometimes these scanners go a little on the fritz, especially during inclement weather....i'm sure everything is in order and i'll be done in just a second"
You all notice the blood drain from Germaine's face as his glance flashes toward you...not even a hint of anger on it, simply the sweat of raw terror which he is trying to subdue with everything he's got.
Germaine: "....Very well then....do what you need to do."
The back window of the limo slides down and the guard's chipper attitude despite all the rain almost makes you feel sorry for him. Sorry for the inevitable fate which will sadly have to befall him should this second round of scans not check out...he's probably got a nice little family down in the blue collar neighborhoods of Renton....they'll wonder why it's already dinner-time and daddy's not home yet...there'll be calls...then the sound of wailing as a home-comm receiver hits the floor. You really hope it doesn't have to end like this for him and his family as he takes out a pocket scanner and an electronic purr of encryption algorithms relaying data to and from KE data-bases indicates the initiation of another scan.....
[OOC: Mercedes and B.B., roll your fake SIN ratings again against a SIN scanning device rating 2. Woofer, do a Logic+Willpower(2) test to pass a series of questions the guard asks you since you tied on the ID check roll. You guys can use edge if you want to....or do whatever else you'd like to do]