Vadeux looks at the floor when Copperhead chastens them for their subvocal chatter. She looks surreptitiously up at Widget, to see how she took it.

Sighing quietly she leans against the door. Black Widow seems to be handling things nicely. Tres bien. The target, he is willing. She checks that concern off of her mental list and begins going over theoretical plans about how to infiltrate the facility - her mind wanders from the conversation and she 'comes to' with a small start and an embarrassed glance at Copperhead.

I am glad this Monsieur Johnson's back is to me.

Widget gives a nod to Lucky as he searches for the decker of the crew. A wicked smile rests on her lips and she opens a private channel to Vadeux.

<<Our elders can be a little edgy at times.>>

He arches both brows at Widget's nod and smirks.

He grins at Widow's question, leaning forward and dropping the front legs of the chair to the floor with a thump.

"You can call me Lucky. As for why the guy hasn't walked out, I couldn't tell you. Could be something as simple as a good lock. All the 'ware in the world won't help if you can't punch through the walls and you can't wire a 'lock.

So, how long do you guys need to do this legwork thing? I'm really ready to be done and paid."

"Lucky, hmm that name usually comes from either of the two extremes." Black Widow pauses after her comment.

"Assuming we don't have to rush into things right this instant, I'd say a day or two tops to scope the place out and make sure is prepared. Should be ready to make the run the following evening."

"One last thing before we wrap up and get going, you are currently our only contact with our employers, do you know or are you authorized to discuss if we have any claim to reasonable expenses beyond the offered contract amount?"

Black Widow smoothly raises from the chair. "Right shall we find somewhere more comfortable to discuss plans?" She turns to Lucky, "I presume you shall be joining us?"

He leans forward a bit in the chair, propping an elbow on a corner of the small table and leaning his chin on it.

"Well, reasonable expenses is always relative. There might be funds available, but you're going to have to come up with a pretty good reason as to why you can't do it otherwise, and why you can't supply what's needed, even after you've accepted the run.

And yeah," he says, standing up and stretching his arms a bit, still grinning. "I'll be joining you. Where we headed? I've got a van parked outside, so anybody that needs a lift is welcome."

Widget speaks up. "I'll grab a ride from ya, we might as well make friends and all." She looks to the rest of the team for a suggestion of where to regroup and get the job underway.

Widget takes a moment and guides the drones spread out around the room back into her jacket. Looking slightly embarassed she turns to Lucky. "Nothing personal just being safe is all." She quickly checks them over and set them into an inactive mode. "So let's all move somewhere that doesn't give me the creeps. We can go back to my place at the club. It's safe and we have some protection to boot." She moves over to her new "best friend" and smiles. "Lead on and let's get this going already."

Lucky watches, amused, as the small drones crawl all over the elfish rigger's body, and he nods at her comment. "Null sheen, do whatcha gotta."

He shrugs the jacket back into place at his shoulders, taking a moment to settle to two pistols near the small of his back. He pushes the chair back under the small table with a booted foot and heads for the door. Minutes later finds him opening the passenger side door to a stepvan with an old fashioned flame paint job. It's real chemicals, not photosynth, so he's either cheap or has some nostalgic hang-up.

PU follows out, doing a quick visual scan of the surroundings andthen heads for his bike. Watching where Widget and the newest member of the team go he waits for them to set off before departing via a slightly different route. No need for anyone watching to know we're all together after all.

Widget pauses a moment to look over the van, her eyes bright and shiny. "This is sweet!" She quickly runs her hands along the vehicle and extends her senses down and into it. She frowns as she feels no answering echo from the machine. "Though it does need some work, so do you have any friends you'd like to run with all regular like?" She scoots into the van and tries her best to pour on the personal charm. "I can be very useful, got a way with anything high tech or has moving parts." As she talks she pulls up the interface of the pilot program and begins to mentally input the directions to the club. "As you can see...."

Vadeux pulls out of the parking lot behind PU and wonders where the heck he's going. She comms a voice-only call, <<<Meet's the other way, PU, or are you headed to get something to eat since the pizza didn't work out?>>>

Black Widow climbs into the car with Vadeux

Returning to the club, you find it much the way you left it. Widget directs Lucky to pull the van into the underground parking garage.

The huge simian troll, who's nametag reads Mr. Bobo, is talking with a the doormen. As you approach, panels of lights in the floor once again activate.

"Miss Widget, would you please ask your friends to deposit their weapons with the coatcheck. Thank you and welcome home."

After having deposited your weapons and being given claimchecks to pick them up upon your departure, the team rides up the lift to the flats. Passing the dance level, spectral forms of playing cards permeate the walls as AROs are projected through the club.

Sighing PU turns off his commlink, partly to get rid of the AR. He wasn't overly concerned about this since his weapon was down in the check, and even if he had it the pistol in question didn't have a smartlink, so there was little extra use to the commlink being active.

Guess I'll have to get used to all this showing off in AR if I'm going to be doing business down in the club much

Widget takes a moment and soaks up the color and light of the main club before pulling back into her own head. She quickly leads the group to her modest studio. Letting everyone pass on in she shuts the door behind her. Stopping for a moment as she urges the drones to take up various perches in the space, she turns to the group.

"Ok we need a plan here. We need to figure a way in and out of the site. We need a way to get there and back again, which I think Lucky can provide. I can cover us while the run goes down with eyes in the sky and the like. I have to enter the site and get the data as well. I will be honest with you all, I have little in the way of shooting and fighting unless I'm melded with a machine."

She takes a deep breath from having talked so much and for so long with this group. "What skills do people have?" She waits to see what people pony up for the plan.

"I can handle myself in a fight, but my main job is to put people back together if they get hit. Roughly translated this means I can take care of any injuries, but you don't need to babysit me."

PU hesitates for a second "Unfortunately I didn't bring all my gear with me. I didn't want to be too heavily geared up for a meet. Incidentally if things take longer than expected I can help make sure you get back on form as soon as possible, and have the know how and gear to help out if anyone has issues with any cyberware. Gear's a workshop back at my place though, so it's not very portable. I can also do limited maintainance on guns."

In the van, he grins as he watches her pull up the program, he almost never used it himself. He nods as he drives, listening to Widget explain why he should stick with her, and how much she could do for the van.

Lucky drifts through the crowds in the club, obviously at home moving through the scene. He seems non-plussed by the AR effects, and mentally makes note of the place. Good place to come to, if he can get in the door.

He finds a spot in Widget's space, propping his feet up and leaning back as the conversation begins. When his turn comes around, he answers casually.

"I'm pretty much your in close muscle. I'm fairly light on my feet, but my skills mostly consist of causing either people pain and suffering."

Despite this not being her preferred type of hangout, Black Widow slid easily through the crowd.

Once inside Widget's apartment she relaxes a little, dropping into the nearest chair.

"I deal with the subtle side of getting things done, when it comes to dealing with people."

Vadeux pulls into the garage and moves obligingly off to the coat check to wrap various ropy things in a length of purple silk and handing them off reluctantly.

She returns to the simian man that seemed the Looking Glass' everpresent watchdog... er ape... whatever. She smiles at him, "Meester, uh, Mr. Bobo," she asks, "Who should I speak with about leasing here." She gestures vaguely over their heads, "Widget, she seems to like it here."

She nods her thanks and moves off to follow the rest through the building up to Widget's place for the second time that evening.

***

Vadeux looks with envy at Widget when the girl describes her specialties. Vadeux hadn't been able to hack the Matrix - hack in the 'endure it' sense, though the other sense follows - it made her physically ill. Especially AR. She nods at Patch. A medic, good. Hope we don't need him. She smiles at PU. She nods at Widow, they'd seen the woman in action already.

She waits for her turn and speaks in her low, quiet voice, "I see magic, though I don't cast or conjure. I can fight in the astral, and in the meat. But I don't care for zee guns. Too noisy."

Copperhead chuckles, he had caught a taxi and picked up some gear, which was now conveniently checked along with his jacket.

"That is what they invented sound suppressors for, not all of us are so gifted. And I think silence will be usefull on this little expidition. Not to worry if it gets noisy, however, I'm sure we each have a trick or two up our sleeves.

"Ok does anyone know how to deal with security systems, locks etc?" Widget walks as she talks and thinks. She quickly creates a framework in her head of things to be done. It's like weaving a form.....

"I can do all sorts of those tricks, but I think we should at least try bluffing our way in at the same time. You think you could fake a matrix transfer order for the subject at least? I don't think he's gonna come quietly...

'sides. I'd like to know what makes him so special."

PU nods to Copperhead's last statement.

"There's some nasty drek cyber and bio out there, and I'm still concerned he might become an issue. Even if we don't try t0o take him if he's not willing he still might try something because we tried. Hell, he might even come straight out with security if they work out we're more than street punks. I don't frankly fancy my chances against him, either up close or at range."

PU thinks for a moment.

"Does anyone have a taser or pain inducer? I'm not so concerned about the non-lethal side, but if we get trouble from the subject and he has some heavy duty implanted armour it could be helpful for sidestepping the issue."

Lucky shakes his head from his seat.

"It's a null issue guys. We get the data first, and then this guy. If we ask and he doesn't come willingly, we don't have to pull guns or anything. We just walk. He's a 'runner. He's not going to try and attack us or turn us over without a reason, regardles of whether he's willing to go or not. There's no profit in it for him. The focus right now should be on getting inside and getting the data."

Vadeux's brow furrows. The man was a secondary goal, but she couldn't help but feel sympathy for someone held presumably against his will. She hoped that part of the job went smoothly. She hoped it all went smoothly and was green enough to believe that it could.

"I found something that we might use."

She slips on her shades and reaccesses the data she'd looked up earlier about the kind of ovens that had been or might still be in the clinic, particularly the bits concerning the ventilation system and how they might be a good point of entry. "Copperhead, you can make better use of zees, I think."

She shares the diagrams with the lean ork, and puts the data on her PAN if others care to browse it.

"I think we need to scout out the place tomorrow, if posible get a drone up to monitor activity in and out of the building, it is a clinic so there should be people going in and out. If we can find out how commonly people go in and out we may be able to get in easily."

Black Widow pauses, "On second thoughts. Could we try get a drone near there now and see how much night activity goes on. If they are active at night getting around may be a bit harder. A staff profile could work too, lets see if they have a fixed staff or if they rotate staff, we may be able to pose as doctors and whatnot if need be, and PU has the knowledge to back it up if the need arises."

Widget nods at the suggestion. "If Lucky is willing to drive me out that way I can get a drone set up and start gathering data." She looks to him to see if he is open to the idea.

Lucky grins, practically jumping to his feet, obviously eager at the prospect of doing something, anything that requirement more action then sitting around Widget's place.

"Would be my pleasure to play the chaffuer."

Widget gives a warm smile back. "Ok we're going to head out and set up the drone to watch the place for a bit. Perhaps while we're gone can you all come up with a plan if we need to break into the site?" She talks as she moves around the studio grabbing her jacket and quickly calling the drones to her pockets again. "Call me if you need anything....." She grabs Lucky by the shoulder and propels him through the open door towards the lift.

With only half her attention being parsed for the real world she quickly calls out a word of numbers and symbols that all suggest motion. With a half smile she feels the echo from the van parked downstairs and several other responses from friends in the club. She quickly answers the impulses of warmth and invitation, replying back with a sense of regret but urgency. She humms a few melodies to the car and watches as its engines fire to life and the doors unlock. She withdraws from it still humming sweet nothings to it as the lift opens to the garage level. She skips over to the parked van and hops into the passenger side.

"I think your van likes me." She blushes at her boldness and then quickly tries to change topics. "We need to stop a storage locker in the far left corner of the garage, that's where I keep my bigger toys."

"Maybe if we can find out how certain people going in and out are dressed and any gear they carry. If we're going to sneak in we'll have to look right, and if most of the staff carry some sort of weapon for self defence that would be worth knowing... We don't want to look overarmed I know that, but we also don't want to seem underarmed. Besides, the more we can get away with carrying in the better our chances if it hits the fan."

PU pauses for a moment before adding "And what sort of gear the security has if you can see any on the outside."

After Widget and Lucky leave PU supresses an amused grin.

"I'll have to fetch some of my heavier gear in case we need to force our way in then, I would have needed to fetch my medkit and another gun anyway." PU shrugs. "If we're going in the front though I think a set of snap blades might be a little obvious, never mind my shotgun. If the security has decent armour the shotgun would be mute anyway, it's mostly seen use against gangers who's only protection is their naturally thick skulls."

"I'm still not convinced Mr. Finn won't be an issue, there are any number of reasons he might act against us willingly or otherwise, but if we can't get in it's a mute point. Since Widget's our matrix support I suggest keeping her clear of him, drones excluded. If we have to bail it'll mean we've at least got the data and don't have to cover her on the way out."

Lucky grins as the car seems awake and eager to accomodate the young elf, sliding into the drivers seat.

"We share similar tastes," he jokes as he pulls the van over to the storage locker, triggering the sliding door open to allow entrance to whatever mechanical friends she's deciding to bring along.

Vadeux blinks in surprise as Lucky and Widget take off. "Uh, Widget, what if---" the door shuts on her query. She blinks, "---if we need to leave?"

Hmm. We can call, her, I suppose.

"Shall we begin, then?" She flips on her commlink and sits down across from Copperhead and beside PU and Black Widow at Widget's small table. She puts her commlink in the middle of table and projecting what they know about their target holographically.

"So," she looks at Copperhead, deferring to him since he seems to be the most experienced. "Where do we start?"

With a thought and a warm beckoning motion, Widget calls the rest of the drones into the back of the van. One being a large combat drone and the other a small blimp looking thing. She moves around them as if settling her pets in for a long drive through the city. She talks as she fusses over the drones.

"Ok head for the area where the site is. I am going to need to check out for awhile to make arrangements so we can watch the place without too much notice. I won't be able to answer any questions for the next 15 to 30 minutes so don't take it personally." She flashes as a smile that seems sincere and stock at the same time. "Then I need you to move around without drawing attention to yourself so I can get the other drones deployed for a little more up close data collection. Does this all seem workable to you?" She waits for a reply from Lucky.

"Null sheen, chica." He wheels the van out of the garage and into the streets, merging smoothly with the traffic outside the club. He glances quickly across the 3D AR display, his personal icons for all the vans systems a steady green as he allows autopilot to take over for a moment. Taking advantage of Widget's lack of attention as she drops into VR, he lets his gaze settle on her, his look a little more intrusive then what would be polite if she'd been awake.

He notes with some amusement the tiny drones still tucked in various places around her body, and then curses silently as he realizes she might still be able to see him through them, abruptly shifting his gaze back to the augemented view of the road, trying to stifle the flush creeping up his cheeks.

Resting her back against the Steel Lynx, Widget takes a deep breath and then drops out of her body and into VR. Taking a moment to feel the pulse of the machine life around her, a smile creeps over her face as she feels the love and acceptance flowing all around her. This is where I belong....

Shaking herself back to the task at hand. She quickly touches the drones around her allowing her mind to settle briefly into each of them. Making sure they were all in good working order. She chuckles to herself as she watches Lucky realizes the drones are around and quickly looks away. Business first as Unca Jake would say...

With a quick thought she puts the Lynx in guard mode until she gets back from her work here. She withdraws from the drones around her and centers back into herself. She begins to breathe deeply and draw the currents of energy around into her hands cupped at her chest. The light and data begins to coalesce into something resembling a small star.

I need...."

"We start by digging up everything we can on this place. Employee lists; all the docs, nurses, janitors, secretaries, and window-wipers. The're a saying some friends a mine got: Most men can be bought. those that can't are blackmailed."
Copperhead chuckles,
"And If this is Seattle, they did construction through the unions.
I've got a guy I know wi' the local 587, he'll fin' out what they did to this place after they bought it. We'll at least know the plumbing, wiring and floorplans. You can bet they did security through someone more private, possibly in-house. We've got varied talent here, so our options are open. We can get some food, spread the data around, and do some brainstorming on how we're gonna crack this nutshell."

Lucky
Out of the corner of your eye, you'd almost swear that you see a smile creep lightly across Widget's face. The small drones surreptitiously skitter around her body from one pocket to another with the occassional sensor probe sticking out from the folds of her jacket. Little green lights flash on and off.

Widget
The courier answers your call with the appearance of an eastern star upon the horizon. You are fairly sure that the distance between you and the sprite is only a trick of the mind, but it's hard to say for sure.

We have heard your call little sister and come to your aid.

The voice sounds of a chorus of three men and resonates in your mind.

Widget takes a moment to marvel at the sheer beauty and grace of the spirit before speaking to it.

I need help. This system.. With a thought she opens a small window to the system that covers air traffic control in the city. ..must be convinced that my little brother can be here. Would you enter it and make the needed changes? She offers the sprite the info associated with her aerial drone as a series of lights and tones. She waits for the reply.

Widget
It shall be done.

The star seems to set beyond the horizon and almost a minute passes before it again rises.

The path is set, all is done.

"That works for me, I'm sure once we have a person or two to work with I can aquire some information to help us get in."

Widget smiles warmly at the sprite. My thanks. With that said she withdraws back to her body and the van. Stretching she talks out loud to Lucky. "Ok got my part covered for now. Find someplace out of the way to pull over so I can release my ariel drone to watch over the site." She begins to look over the drone and making last minute adjustments. "Now we need to get there and you get to do your part. I'll need these little fellas psread out around the area but at least one of them needs to be near the entrance." She waits for the van to come to a stop.

Vadeaux frowns, "I am afraid I will not be much help in this." She sits back, "I got lucky earlier with the ovens. But computers and me, how do you say...? We don't see eye to eye."

I should have gone with Widget and Lucky. She looks at Copperhead, Black Widow and PU, "But I will help as much as I am able."

She looks around, hoping that the assembled folk can put their heads together without Widget's help. Or maybe Widget could help them from afar. "Perhaps Widget can sing to the computers at the clinic. Get a look at an employee roster, or some such," she waves a hand in the air.

Lucky nods, his attention only half on the road as he casts frequent glances at the elf in the passenger seat.

He focuses completely on the road long enough to find a semi-busy place to pull the van over. He stretches as he slides out of the van, moving around to the sliding door.

"So, which of these do you want where?"

::Elsewhere::
Mentally shoving the window closed and severing the connection to the Matrix, Kukyo looked to his teammates.

"It's done."

Looking over the others, he weighed each choice with the deliberate understanding that each of them could turn on him momentarily and accepted that a certain level of trust was a necessity.

With the firm knowledge of how expendable each member was and their level of commitment, he had moved forward. Sydney and Gurth had questioned the choice, while Kayla sat there quietly listening. In the end, they all agreed that it had to be done.

Emilio picked up the bag and headed for the door. Despite the fact that it weighed nearly 50 kilos, the aryan tossed it over a shoulder with the same grace Sydney would use with her diminutive purse. He knew what had to be done and understood why. There would come a time for atonement later, but now the job came first.

Targets scrolled across his retinas, listing locations and expected resistance. The club would be for last as it posed the greatest chance for exposure, but that came with the job.

A job he was being paid well for.

Vadeux raises her hand, "I will call Widget. Maybe as they do their reconnaisance they can get images of employees or even some passcodes or employment lists."

She pauses, brow furrowing as she manually dials Widget's code, "I wonder if they have a company picnic or something like this."

She waits for the connection, "Hello, Widget, Vadeux is here. We have some questions," she waves her hand encouraging the others to feed her questions for Widget, "First, can you get an employee roster, or calendar of events or somesuch with names and activities for this facility. Something that would help us find a social entry, rather than a strictly stealthy one."

She looks up at the ceiling an notices a vent, Hmmm... She adds, "Also, any information on other companies who do the business with the clinic. Cleaning services, airconditioning, security... you know, third parties."

She winces at herself and makes a how-am-I-doing face at the others.

Widget holds up a hand as the call comes in from the rest of the team. She quickly slips into AR and creates a small recreation of her apartment around her. She quickly creates images for everyone involved to give her a point to focus on. She quickly makes a list in the air of the questions Vaduex had. She begins to reply making the choice to speak out loud to keep Lucky clued in.

"I can try to see if they have any info I can access. I'm not sure how tight their security is or how much information they keep out to be looked at but I'll try. The second stuff may take a little while longer since I would need to search wider and looser with that but again I am willing to poke around. Got anything else you need from my end?"

She waits to see if her virtual shopping list is getting any longer. Reaching out to the van once again she accesses the virtual dashboard and begins to draw out a rough map of the site. She quickly guesses at spots to place the drones to maximize information gathered. She finishes the map with a large question mark as if asking Lucky if he had any input to add.

PU speaks "Just a simple thing, if you see anything that looks like a gang marker could you take a snap? I keep track of the gangs pretty well but I mostly watch the ones in the barrens and I'd like to just double check myself. I'm hoping we might be able to get some info out of them, but I don't want to go in if the wrong gang's taken up residence."

Lucky shakesh is head in a silent response to her question before realizing that she probably can't see him if she's immersed in the call at the moment.

"No, no, that'll do." he replies, self-consciously.

Pulling the van into a secluded area, out of sight of as many of the buildings and roadways in the area as he can, he slides out of the driver's seat, moving around to the cargo door to gather the drones as he downloads a copy of the map Widget provided into his commlink.

A few moments more finds him moving along as unobtrusively as possible around the compound, placing the drones in the requested positions.

Widget remains in the van, letting Lucky do his part. She once again leans back against the van and allows herself to slip back into VR. She just floats in the sea of light and sound, feeling it flow part her. Reaching down into herself she finds the string of code imbedded into her soul and brings it up and out. Holding it in her hand she whispers the name she heard the first time the machines whispered to her.

"Fuz Bun-Bun......"

Black Widow ponders a moment, "If need be I might be able to come up with something that will give all the symptoms of being ill without actually being sick. That could get one or two of us inside easily enough. Of course a young doctor might be more easily persuaded to let us in." Black Widow grins slyly.