Atlanta 2070, Hot time in the old town tonight Options

[Redjack]

<<@Team [Tank] Ok. Well how are we gonna get around that?>>

Book takes a drink before continuing.
<<@Team [Book] Ok, if System here can control or suppress everything except the cameras then I think I have a plan. The two of us go inside, invisible->>

<<@Team [Tank] You can do that?>>

<<@Team [Book] Yes->>

<<@Team [Tank] Hot damn!>>

<<@Team [Book] Like I was saying. We slip in invisible. When I reach the statue, Tank here suppresses the guard, I'll pull up a pair of earth elementals to move the statue. Disrupting the ward will be easy enough. We simply need to disrupt the chalk line or whatever was used to make it. I will either be under the carpet or in a basement level. Barring that, I can simply attack it in the astral. The creator will know of its disruption at that time, but thats ok. We'll take care of them as the first two parts of the run. The elementals then load the statue into the back of the truck. We'll place several large rugs on top the garbage. That should keep the statue clean and provide a cushion. Sound good? If so, then incapacitating the security mages seem like the next area to plan.>>

[ludomastro]

System Error smiled at the plan. Taking on mages ... sounds like fun!

What can I do to help in that?

[Redjack]

<<@Team [Book] Ok, you have their home addresses and schedules. We need to cross reference where we think they'll be during the windows of opportunity. My plan is to capture one or both of them and frame them for the break in. That earns us a bonus.>>

[ludomastro]

Sounds good to me. Whe ... urp
He burps - rather politely for an ork - and continues, Excuse me. When is this going to happen and what kind of distraction do we need?

[Redjack]

<<@Team [Book] First thing I need is a better idea of where we might find the mages next Wednesday evening...>>

[ludomastro]

Wednesday is poker night. They have it at one of their houses.

[Redjack]

<<@Team [Book] This is perfect. We pick our two up after the party. Any idea if one of them is hosting it this week?>>

[ludomastro]

No, some girl one of them is dating ... at least that is what I think.

[Redjack]

<<@Team [Book] Even better. One of them will leave, one will stay and since one of them is dating her, security should be lacking.. We will want to scout the neighborhood tomorrow.>>

[ludomastro]

System Error slides over a city map and all the intel he has gathered so far on the two mages.

Just tell me when.

[Redjack]

Book nods to the hacker:
<<@Team [Book] Ok, everyone take the rest of the day off. Tomorrow we'll check out the game site tomorrow for security and surveillance. We'll make a dry run on course and finalize our plans. If everything looks good, we run for real Wednesday night.>>

[ludomastro]

System Error smiles. Sounds good.

[Redjack]

Both Book and Dalton finish their meal with casual conversation. The check is paid from team funds and a good tip left for the waiter. Neither are very talkative on the ride to their various dosses. They make a good team, but share little in common for prolonged idle conversation.

The evening finds Dalton at the Fire Cracker and Book crashed out in his bean bags with a book. Before drifting off to sleep, the shaman wonders about the next 72 hours... What exactly have I gotten myself into?

[ludomastro]

Tuesday, Noon: Preparation for scouting the girlfriend's house.

System Error sends a note to both Book and Tank:

Where do you want me to meet you?

[Redjack]

Tank replies to the young ork.
<<@Team [Tank] Just picked up Book. Name your spot and I'll swing by and get ya.>>

[ludomastro]

System Error provides the information to Tank and waits until he is picked up. The three of them make it to the girlfriend's building - a condo on the edge of the center. It is fairly non-descriptive with three to four levels in places. There is a tennis court and swimming pool near the center. Not surprisingly, the area is free from the normal type of street people in the area. The low grade security is milling around and looking very bored.

[Redjack]

As the team makes a drive by of the area, Book projects from his body to performs a recon of the area.

Tank looks over to system area as he begins looking for security cameras or drones. He talks to System Error as he looks. "Not too worried about the security wanna-be's, but when we make our second passing I think a spoofed id would be best. What do you think?"

[ludomastro]

System Error smiles and says, Already on it.

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Book sees a couple of low level watchers in the area. None of them seem very intelligent nor seem to be moving with a purpose.

[Redjack]

As the car exits the block, Book's astral form eases back into his mortal shell. Taking that first, deep breath, as though he was reborn into the flesh, he opens his eyes and sits up. "Initial recon looks like a whole lot of nothing. I want to make a second pass and check her condo specifically."

Tank drives on for nearly a dozen blocks before circling back around for a second pass. After getting the apartment location from System Error, Book makes a casual, astral flight towards the apartment. He moves slowly, taking note of the watchers and being care not to move so faster as to assault any barriers he might encounter.

[ Spoiler ]

Objective here is to determine if there are wards in place and if any watchers are patrolling her apartment. He's not going to press, trying to scout without setting off any alarms.

[ludomastro]

Book discovers a few low force wards in his fly-by. Her apartment has the only high force ward he has seen. There are some watchers near her apartment but none at her apartment.

[Redjack]

Sitting up once again as Tank navigates the vehicle out of the district, Book fills them in. "Just as a I thought. He's warded her apartment. Figured that given that they meet their for a poker game. That means one of them will probably stay the night while the other leaves. Being security mages and the like, I imagine they might have DocWagon or CrashCart contracts... Perhaps even bio-monitors linked to the work systems. The plan is gonna get a little liquid here."

Book settles in an makes some notes in AR. Once clear of the neighborhood, Tank sets the car on Grid Guide™. "First, we gotta hole up in the area waiting for the game to end. Once we make the mage leaving the game, System you'll need to own his com. Once you do that, you can then set up a false feedback loop on any monitoring systems tied in. We will need to let him leave the immediate area. Too much risk otherwise. Then, since you own his coms, you'll own his car too. We'll pull up beside him at a traffic light, you roll down his window as we approach and blam! Tank and I tag team him. I will be masked to look like his partner. Keep the confusion running high."

Book rubs his hands together in anticipation as he continues. "We'll drive the vehicles off to the side, mage mask him and transfer him into here. We'll take him to where we grab the trash truck. Throw the rug in back and him on it. I will determine which ward he created by his astral signature. We then head over to the museum. You own the security system. We slip in invisible and drop the guards. I will move to the statue, have the earth elementals move it to a rolling platform. Move it through the ward our boy made and half through the other. I release them, step to the other side, recall them and finish loading it in the trash truck. You will need to doctor all outside footage to remove our passing."

He takes a deep breath before finishing. "So we need to get a rolling platform capable of moving the statue, we need a mage mask, restraints, masks and gloves for all three of us. The outstanding parts of the plan include getting an alternate vehicle to use outside the condo, the hardline cameras in the museum, the sensor plate under the statue. Did I miss anything?"

[ludomastro]

System Error's eyes loose focus for a minute. He returns to himself after a second and replies, No, that seems about right to me. I might have a lead on the restraints and a mage mask. Let me know if you want me to come up with those.

[Redjack]

Tank adds, "Book and I already have gloves and face masks. You got yours System?"

Book looks to the hacker. "Can you get us a rental car? I'm thinking having one awaiting pickup on a corporate account would be good. When we are ready for pickup, we can drive by and you can remotely rig it and log the pickup into the rental agency computer. This way there is no video of us getting the car and in the system the rental looks legit... Or legit enough that no one will follow up for days. We'll return it tomorrow and no trail back to us."

Tank volunteers, "I can go by a hardware store or industrial supply and find a platform to roll the statue on. I'll also get a side grinder so we can deal with any serial numbers in case we need to ditch it... Better use the mumbo jumbo and change my appearance for the cameras, in any case."

Book agrees, "Yes. A mask spell is definitely called for. We may have to abandon the platform. Seeing as how that's probably not a high demand item, even without serial numbers it won't be hard to track back everyone who sells that model in the Atlanta area and get security footage of you buying it."

As they look at each other for a moment musing the plans, Dalton asks, "Ok, what about the cameras and sensor plates?"

Book sighs, "I hate to say this, but we may have to deal with the fact that security will be alerted at that time.. I'd like to factor our security mage into that plan, but I'm not exactly sure how to factor him and the fact that you were masked as his partner when we capture him... Gonna have to give that a little more thought..."

Dalton smiles anyway. "Let's go shopping!"

[ludomastro]

System Error replies, I have gloves but being an ork is usally enough of a mask. I can get one easily enough. You thinking Halloween or something serious? Rental car is on my to-do list. How about a registration to a Mr. Johnson? He smiles at his own joke. Yeah, shopping sounds good.

[ludomastro]

The evening brings stormy weather. A think mist with oppressive humidity has settled down upon Atlanta. The sky is darkened with clouds that show no sign of leaving any time soon. The mood of those milling around the streets seems to mimic that of the weather in this city that is never dark. The few brave souls who decide to brave the wet and uncomfortable night find that they have the area to themselves for the most part. The junkies drop farther into the shadows, fearful that a passing member of the Star will decide to amuse himself at their expense. The dealers also drop back or stay home in the hope that a lost sale is better than jail time or worse yet, giving a cut to the Star.

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System Error waits at the appointed corner. To the outsider he looks like he is waiting for a bus that will not come.