[Volker]

[spoiler] I'm just fulfilling my civic duty ^^

My hacking rolls:
Hacking on the Fly: 19d6t5 6
Hacking on the Fly: 19d6t5 6
Trace Icon: 13d6t5 5

3 opposed rolls:
Opposed Roll: 3#9d6t5 3 3 6

frag, retry at a -2 penalty:
Trace Icon: 11d6t5 1
Opposed Roll: 9d6t5 2

again:
Trace Icon: 9d6t5 1
Opposed Roll: 9d6t5 3


gnaargh!
bnc will load Fly on the Wall and give up for the moment, to retry it at a later point:
Trace Icon: 13d6t5 6
Opposed Roll: 9d6t5 3[/spoiler]

"All right, let's figure out where he is ... uhm ...
Uhm.
What the frag? 'Signal cannot be determined?' Don't you 'can't be determined me', bitch. Uagh.
Uhm, his 'link kinda is offline. So to say. I'll retry a bit later. I already have a lock at it. Why don't you already get going. I'll let you know in quarter an hour or so."

[gilga]

Anna laughed "It sometimes happens that people underperform next to a good looking lady... " Circling around bnc she said "What do you think? Can I fool the cameras?"

[badneighbor]

The drive to the destination was uneventful, which was a good sign.

There was little in the way of conversation, as Krestov's English seemed to be worse that Kite's, though it made her realize how much she relied on cues from a native speaker. Without that she didn't feel nearly as confident about the language, so she was secretly grateful that they'd silently agreed to keep it quiet. She wasn't fully jumped-in to her Jeep but her rigger cocoon kept her isolated enough that interaction would have been a little awkward anyway.

Before they'd left, she had redirected her airborne Lockheed to the coordinates bnc had provided, so she has its visuals up on her AR display, keeping an eye on that and making sure the decker was getting the feed as well.

It wasn't long until they pulled up close to the target home. The pair quietly looked the place over for a moment, then Kite finally broke the silence: "Go make hell in there."

[SquirrelDude]

"Slob, wait a sec. Come to my room and fetch a data tap or two. You might need it."

<<@bnc What do I need to do with these data taps again.>>

[Volker]

"You don't say. Maybe cuz arrogance makes me want to vomit so badly that I can't fucking trace a Hermes.
If you're quite finished showing off your costume, would you mind and make the Elemental? Much obliged."

"Thanks for the feed, Kite. I'm with you.

Slob, you might not need them at all. You can attach them to any cable or equipment that is offline and thus allow me to access it via the tap's wireless signal. That is: If you stumble over security that is not connected to the wireless matrix, you can make it so. This is how we got Big Bad Yin and Yang."

[gilga]

Anna said softly "I did not mean to touch a gentle spot truly sorry bnc, I am genuinely impressed with your decking skills and find it incredibly sexy that you can trace people and dig up stuff about them. Sometimes there are some setbacks, it really is okay, this entire operation was not possible without you.

It did not mean to come off as arrogant, I am nervous as I am going to seduce and drug a guy and frame some other rich slitch for it. I will be without my trusty pistols - I honestly wanted you to have a careful look at the picture and at me and see if I missed anything. I spent the last hour trying to look very similar to that Anna."

[Volker]

"Can you please keep your Advanced Communications with Socially Impaired basic course toolbox to a minimum? I'm not depressed by the fact that I didn't track it down in a split-second but rather by the fact that there's a girl in my apartment who can't stop whining around. If you're not up to the job, you shouldn't have accepted. If you are, do your job. I'll give you the geostats shortly. Door's over there."

[gilga]

"Just go slot yourself bnc, I am a professional and I want my disguise perfect, and I am nervous and trying to prove myself, and there is no shame in that. Since you clearly do not care about me, perhaps I should be somewhere else. " She said packed up her things and left.

[SquirrelDude]

Slobbertooth looked at the door, made a not of the security, and recorded the room number. Realizing that he didn't have the tools to break into the room, and was only there to observe the target, Slobbertooth wandered the halls for a bit to have a look at the building's security measures. He tries to take the stairs so that he can avoid as many patrons as possible.

[spoiler]Do any security measures stand out to him?[/spoiler]

[Jack_Spade]

Slobbertooth noted that the elevators and corridors all had one camera mounted in a fixed position to the walls. The stairs were free of sensors as far as Slobber could see.
In addition, smoke detectors dotted the ceiling, which were probably able to detect the discharge of a gun.

The lobby was moderately filled at this time of day and no-one took any notice of Slobbertooth.

At around 1100h bnc noticed movement from Tschernenko's commlink. The Russian was leaving her room, taking the elevator down to the lobby.


Meanwhile Kite and Krestov enjoyed an extended silence as both watched the target house. At around 1045h they were able to spot a resident: A man in his 40s or 50s, bald and overweight, glad only in a bathrobe opened the door to set a packet outside, only seconds later a delivery drone appeared to scoop up the parcel.

[Volker]

"She's coming downstairs. Do you think you can distract her for the evening without attracting too much attention? That is, if she isn't up to something where she wouldn't have an alibi anyway.
If you need me to disrupt a camera or something, lemme know. I will reboot shortly, I've been in her link too long, so once you see her, I will stop tracking."

[SquirrelDude]

Slobbertooth quickly moved downstairs towards the lobby, waiting in the hallway outside it. He meandered about until he had a view of the elevators.

[Jack_Spade]

Anna Tschernenko left the elevator just as Slobber had gotten into position. She wore a dress that had a distinctive home-made quality about it: The fabric was rough and the colors looked muted. Nonetheless, it fitted perfectly and looked somehow right on her. The handbag on her shoulder looked like real leather - also custom or home made. Her make-up was done artfully and showed an overall good sense for aesthetics.
Without delay she turned towards the hotel restaurant where the breakfast buffet was just about to turn into the lunch buffet.

[Qwikfix]

"Target sighted."   Krestov broke the silence, mumbling as the man came out before reentering just as quickly.  Starting to move, he nodded to Kite before donning his helmet, obscuring his face as he left the vehicle.

<<"Anna, concealment is go.  Thank you for help">>  was all he communicated further before starting to walk towards the door.  His hand in his picket, wrapped arundel the cloth-covered pistol of incrimination, he casually strode up to the door.  Placing a finger on it, he sized it up before taking a step back...and delivering a kick into the paneled wood...

[Spoiler]I don't suppose you need me to roll hits right?  Buying hits would put that at 13P.. [/spoiler]4

[Jack_Spade]

[spoiler]
Correct 

Ini: Ini: 8+1d6 13 -10 for surprise

Ini 3

Krestov can do his thing before the man can react.

[/spoiler]


With the power of a determined combat troll Krestov kicked the door and its frame inward. Splinters flew everywhere and the owner turned around in total shock.