IC: Working Nights, Earning a living the only way we can Options

[Fortune]

Flintlock yawns as he suveys the room.

"I'm beginnin' t' think this is a w ... wait a nano, what's this?"

Spying the old shotgun, the elf smoothly vaults over the bar. Reaching for the weapon, he spots a box under the bar just as Pesto's message reaches him. Suddenly cautious, Ryan pauses before touching anything, instead calling the others over.

"Hey hey! Looks like we got some kinda box here."

[BishopMcQ]

Al

Tapping the floor boards with your knife, you quickly find a spot beneath you that sounds denser than the rest. Unfortunately, there are no obvious access points from the office floor. At least none that you have found.

[adamu]

"Well alrighty, reckon I found the source o' that signal Pesto tipped to. Now just gotta git at it," Al announced to Flint and Bubbles as they worked on whatever they'd found at the bar.

[BishopMcQ]

Al
You pace around the room, looking for an access panel or latch, but are unable to find one. On a hunch, you stomp down the stairs back into the basement. Looking up at the ceiling, you locate roughly where the signal is coming from, but nothing is apparent from this side either.

Either someone better trained at finding things will need to come inside, ro you are going to have to break a few things.

[Ophis]

Sun paces outside while the others search,

Guys do you want me to come on in and give the place a look? I'm kind of trained to find shit.

[Fortune]

Ryan has finally decided that the shotgun poses him no danger, and is currently in the process of retrieving it from its place under the bar. He pauses, shaking his head in response to Sun's comment.

"So then why didn't ya come on in in the first place?"

[BishopMcQ]

Ryan
You feel the quick-release mechanism and trigger it with the tip of your finger. Pulling the shotgun free of its place, you can imagine the barman doing the same thing with unruly guests. Induction pads along the forend and stock have been modified for a wireless signal. Your smartlink queries if you'd like it to interface.

Running your hands down the sleek metal and ceramic parts, you find that most of the weapon has seen one modification or another. The fully automatic capabilities have been removed, leaving short burst and semi-automatic fire options. The external hardware has almost entirely been replaced with a hardened ceramic material.

[Ophis]

Because you needed someone, to keep an eye out, out here sweetheart.

With that Sun begins to head inside, following the route the others took.

[Fortune]

Forsaking the box for the time being, the elven gunslinger slowly walks back around the bar, lovingly caressing the old shotgun. Once again seating himself on a barstool, Ryan proceeds to lose himself in disassembling his new toy.

[Ophis]

Once inside Sun starts examining everything, quickly but very systematically. Her eyes dart round quickly and her hands delicately probe every gap, and run over every surface.

[adamu]

As Sun began her examination, Al reached with his shotgun and tapped the spot on the ceiling of the basement that had him stumped. "This here's whut's got me licked, toots. Pesto done picked up a signal onna floor o' the office, which is this here spot from down thisaway. I can't find no way ta git at it from here or upstairs. An' the more hid it is, the more I reckon I wanna take a gander at it."

Once the elven temptress was on the job, Al busied himself checking the kegs that Bubbles hadn't yet moved over by the beer chute - he wanted to make sure all of them were as heavy as they would be if they really held beer. He also looked around for any valves or tubing that could indicate work with aerosols.

Once he was done doing that, he made a cursory inspection of the kegs slated for purloinment, reckoning there were some inventory RFIDs on them somewhere that might prove pesky in the future if not removed in the present.

[BishopMcQ]

Sun

The office has been throughly trashed, if not searched. You run your fingers along the underside of the desk and feel the lightest bump. Kneeling down you see that it is a temperature sensitive RFID. A dark green runs across the otherwise black surface from where your fingers slid across it.

Holding your fingers on the tag for a few seconds, there is a hiss near your feet as pneumatic systems activate. The tag is a bright red of 310 degrees kelvin. A section of the floor lifts up and slides beneath the desk as a chrome device rises up. You can see through the windowed area that the device is currently active and constructing something.

Al
The kegs are divided into two sections, full and empty. The full kegs all weigh in heavily enough that you are convinced they are full. Rocking the empty ones to be sure, most of them still have dregs of liquid in the bottom which you hear splash around. There are no valves or tubing present.

You do a quick check for tags, none found. Either the tags are inside the kegs' lining or they aren't being used.

[Fortune]

Flintlock continues to play with the shotgun, looking up only occasionally at the activity around him. Snapping the last piece back in place, he then strolls over to where Al is busy with the kegs.

"So, what's the plan with all this beer anyway?"

[Ophis]

Sun grins, "Et Voila. Now if some one cares to grad that doohickey maybe you can tell us what it does. Now lets grab anything else we want to grab, start a fire and make this look like a gang doing a beer raid, okay?"

[adamu]

"Well," Al answered the elven gunslinger, "drink it, I reckon. Less'n you gotta better idear. Jist now been discernin' that there're none o' them pesky RFID tags on 'em. Nope, clean as a whistle. Now let's see whut's keepin' the ladies."

Heading upstairs, they found Sun and Bubbles examining the device that had arisen from the floor. Al let out a low whistle. "Soak me in tar an' run me through a chicken coop - I done toldja there wuz clues in here - guess it jist took a womern's touch to suss 'em out."

In response to Sun's suggestion about an exit strategy, Al produced his big zippo and started looking behind the bar for something harder than beer.

[DireRadiant]

*** pop *** "Dunno where's that been, don't want to touch that."

[BishopMcQ]

Bubbles

The closest you can guess is that the device is a desktop forge. It certainly is not a standard model as there seems to be a secondary system for nanite replenishment and no filtering process keeping the nanites out of the developed product. The base material isn't anything you are used to seeing or hearing about for industrial cunstruction.

Al

Reaching under the bar you are able to find several bottles that smell to have a high enough proof to put hair on your chest and light fires. Most of the labels are written in German and Polish.

[adamu]

Al hummed to himself as he worked. If that contraption was what he thought it was - and what else would it be, hiding in the floor like that - this gig could be halfway to payday....

As he lined up a few choice-looking bottles of Central Eurotrash snog on the bar, he noticed the small, locked box under the counter. Hauling the small bundle of leather out of his pocket and unrolling it next to the bottles, he looked at the collection of picks it contained and selected a couple. Hunching down, he set to work on the lock...

[Fortune]

Ryan finds himself back on the same barstool he previously occupied, this time watching Al as he moves about behind the bar. Seeing that he has spotted the box, the elf clears his throat.

"Um, hey Al. Pesto said somethin' 'bout some kinda 'lectronic signal comin' from 'round there. Might wanta be a bit careful."

[adamu]

A pick between his teeth, Al looked up and clicked a long, tobacco-stained fingernail a couple of times against one of his eyeballs, saying, "Yeah, never can be too careful with things that go boom. Done found that out the hard way over Cambodia-way back in '64."

[BishopMcQ]

Al

Despite your best efforts, the lock refuses to open. Most likely, it's one of those new fangled locks that requires both manual adjustment and electronic input. Laser cut keys and all that...

Confidence unwaivering, you are able to say for certain that there is no bomb.

[adamu]

"Well, I done jiggered this thing eight ways ta Sunday, an' she ain't blowed us up yet. But I almost wish she would, cuz she's shut tighter'n a Catholic girl's legs durin' Lent."

He glances over at the office - "Hey, Bubbles, can ya toss me a microspanner?"

[BishopMcQ]

Al
You set back to shoving the lockpicks into the keyhole and juggle the tumblers as best you are able. While holding them in position, you tenusously apply different levels of voltage to the lock. The voltimeter responds back as you cycle through low grade currents on par with RFID tags.

With the proper voltage found, the box tumbles open as both hands are busy holding the tools. The lid stays bolted to the underside of the counter and the main box shows several vials encased in heavy polymer. In addition to the vials, several inhalant poppers cascade down to your feet.

[adamu]

"Bingo! Okay people - now I reckon we got everything we came here for," Al called out as he pocketed the polymer-wrapped vials and then gathered up the inhalers.

His booty secured, he opened the liquor bottles he'd found, preparing to douse whatever looked flammable. But even as he picked up the first flask, he had a thought.

"Hey y'all - we's gittin' paid ta do two things right? The Cap'n wants us to destroy the manufacturin' facilities, an' also we gotta finger whoever's runnin' or financin' this here operation. Well, between the contraption ya got in there an' this all I got in my pockets, I'm willin' ta bet at least two or three fingers, an' my sim career ta boot, that we done handled the first bit already. So if we's lookin' to find out who's in charge, this here place is still our best lead. We burn it, they send some chumps ta pick through the mess, an' they'll have their guard up. We hide out inside here, whoever's cookin' with that there gadget'll eventually show up, none the wiser the joke's on him. We kin review all these chips I got outta the office while we wait. An' hell, it ain't like we's gon' get thirsty!"

[DireRadiant]

"That mean I get to play barmaid when the regulars show up?"