Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:00; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Cynic; Personal Com: [Powered Off];
Cynic; Disposable Com: [Signal=2] PAN=Active, SIN=Frank Castle
Papa; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;
Papa; Disposable Com: [Signal=2, optical cable connection to Personal Com] PAN=Active, SIN=André René Roussimoff

From the rear of the team, Papa watches as Zion seems to take up a position watching down the hallway and Lucky begins to scrutinize the fire doors. They are the typical grey, steel doors found about any stairwell used to create a barrier in case of fire. These particular doors lack any signage or AR denoting them as access to the stairwell. They also lack handles.

In response to Lucky's question, there is a slightly audible click as the doors unlock. Papa simultaneously nods. Looking at the doors, Lucky sees that they are every so slightly open. Grabbing the inside edge with his fingers, he is able pull the doors open. Beyond is a well lit stairwell with stairs going both up and down, just as their map shows. The stairs themselves are the concrete variety one would expect in a fire exit. The railing is solid metal painted blue. The walls are greyer than the hallway walls and the paint much crisper in appearance.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:00; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Zion;PAN=off [LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore(Not Broadcasting) Dummy Phone on

Zion watches the hallway for any other wonderers, once Lucky looks from the door to Papa and hears the audible click of the door opening Zion follows suit moving into the stair well. Zion looks to Lucky and then to the stairs. Once inside the stair well Zion listens hard for anyone coming for either direction in the stairs.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:05; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Lucky; PAN = hidden [Skinlink]; SIN = Hugo Sanchez (not broadcast)
Fake PAN = active; SIN = George Lopez (broadcast)

Lucky throws out his arm to block Zion's way, emitting a harshly-whispered "WAIT!"

Looking at the new firedoors, the crisper, greyer paint of the walls...

"This looks like it could be the new construction we were warned about..." he says quietly.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:09; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Cynic; Personal Com: [Powered Off];
Cynic; Disposable Com: [Signal=2] PAN=Active, SIN=Frank Castle
Papa; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;
Papa; Disposable Com: [Signal=2, optical cable connection to Personal Com] PAN=Active, SIN=André René Roussimoff

Papa whispers from the back, "This hallway... The node detail is blank. Too blank. I could dig deeper, but that means time. Quick decision: Should I root for the node or do we go electronically silent and pass through?"

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:09; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = hidden [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore (not broadcast)
Aeryn; PAN = active [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner (broadcast)

"I don't think we will have enough time to probe everything here in absolute detail," Aeryn replies. "Moving quickly and trying not to make too much 'noise' on the way might be our best bet. Our Intel is limited, we do not know what to expect. We simply can't analyze thoroughly before every step we take, I'm afraid. I fully expect that we will raise an alarm eventually, we should be as far in as possible, when this happens."

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:12; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Lucky; PAN = hidden [Skinlink]; SIN = Hugo Sanchez (not broadcast)
Fake PAN = active; SIN = George Lopez (broadcast)

"Agreed, let's go silent and go quickly"

Lucky moves to switch both commlinks off, but pauses, his hand shaking. His eyes widen in panic.

"Unless...would it raise an alarm if our nodes went silent suddenly? Will the spiders have been tracking us since we entered the building?"

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:09; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Cynic; Personal Com: [Powered Off];
Cynic; Disposable Com: [Powered Off];
Papa; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;
Papa; Disposable Com: [Powered Off];

Papa whispers, "I will spoof the comlinks. I set set a subroutine showing false signals returning to the van. I will spoof my comlink to appear as one of the security officers when I bring it up on the other side." He then begins to gesture to the teammates one by one to power off their coms.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:09; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Zion;PAN=off [LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore(Not Broadcasting) Dummy Phone off

Zion turns off his dummy com going through the hallway when motioned to do so with Papa's instruction. Zions thought immediatly went to what kind of security response there would be in this type of building but brought his thoughts to the moment at hand and moved quietly and quickly. Zion unzipps his jumpsuit a little so if they did run into any action he could pull his weapon.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:12; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Lucky; PAN = OFF [Skinlink]; SIN = Hugo Sanchez (not broadcast)
Fake PAN = OFF; SIN = George Lopez (broadcast)

Powering off his commlinks, Lucky follows Zion into the stairwell. Looking down the well-lit stairs, he glances up at his teammates for any last minute signs, nods once, and starts down.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:15; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Cynic; Personal Com: [Powered Off];
Cynic; Disposable Com: [Powered Off];
Papa; Personal Com: [Powered Off];
Papa; Disposable Com: [Powered Off];

Pulling the door open, a bar can be seen on the inside of the door; one of those emergency exit bars as well as a physical sign "Emergency Exit only. Alarm will sound." A quick look to Papa is replied with a shaking of his head and a hand gesture to proceed.

One by one the team powers down all electronics and heads into the stairwell. Zion, Lucky, Aeryn and Cynic. Zion reaches the bottom to find another fire door, much like the previous. A large sign reads "Sub-level 1: In case of fire exit on level 1." There is another audible click and this door as well can be opened. After Zion heads through, Papa enters the stairwell, closing the door behind him.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:15; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Lucky; PAN = OFF [Skinlink]; SIN = Hugo Sanchez (not broadcast)
Fake PAN = OFF; SIN = George Lopez (broadcast)

Lucky reached the bottom of the stairwell and halted at the start of the corridor crossing in front of the stairwell. His pulse racing, he braced his body up against the southern wall and listened for any sounds of movement. He then quickly poked his head around the corner, looking left then looking right. His eyes were especially watchful for any cameras or other security devices.

Looking at his teammates, being just as careful as he was, joining in this dangerous endeavor together, Lucky began to feel that sense of comraderie, that sense of belonging that he hadn't felt in a long time. Since he had left the force...since Danny had left, really.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:15; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

Aeryn has also heeded Papa's advice and deactivated both of her commlinks. The situation was growing more tense with every step they took. The elf tried to remain calm. They didn't really know what they were up to here. They had done whatever preparations they could, but from here, it was all good old improvisation. One false move could cause them a lot of trouble. With her good hand, Aeryn felt for the hilt of her gun. She didn't really want to use it, but it was reassuring to have it there, in case it became necessary.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:15; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Zion;PAN=off [LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore(Not Broadcasting) Dummy Phone off

Zion looked around then realized they still had no idea which room the mark would be in? Zion started the process of slowly moving to the doors and looking for thier target. knowing that if any security were to find them they would have to have a really good cover story one which five peole standing in a secure area would sneaking around would be very unlikely that they would give them even half a chance to explain before they opened fire. Zion really hoped they wouldnt have to open fire in close quarters he felt he had the only weapon from the looks of it that would stand a chance for covering everyone if they had to fight thier way out, automatic weapons and shotguns were ideal for close quarter combat situations he really wished the team was better outfitted for this type of infiltration, what he would do for that crate of automatic rifles. He would feel a lot more comfortable if everyone would have had one except Lucky of course hard to aim a rifle with one hand, Zion brought his attention back to the hallway looking for the first target to present it self he was holding a knife concealed in either hand as he walked one to throw or jab out to silence a target if he needed to. Slowly lead the team down the stairway and into the new halls making sure to keep his eyes forward in case he needed to react quickly.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:16; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Lucky; PAN = OFF [Skinlink]; SIN = Hugo Sanchez (not broadcast)
Fake PAN = OFF; SIN = George Lopez (broadcast)

Glancing at Zion and the two knives he was carrying, Lucky let him take the lead, following behind. At the bottom of the stairwell as the team came to the hallway, Lucky tried to make eye contact with the rest and then nodded his head in the direction of the southern corridor and the double doors there, giving a shrug of the shoulder to indicate "why not?".

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:18; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Cynic; Personal Com: [Powered Off];
Cynic; Disposable Com: [Powered Off];
Papa; Personal Com: [Powered Off];
Papa; Disposable Com: [Powered Off];

The basement hallway is quiet, only the slight hum of the overhead lights and the breathing of the team members breaking dead silence.

Zion moved into the hallway, knives in hand, followed closely by Lucky. As Aeryn steps into the hall, Zion and Lucky see that each of double doors are a meter wide and over three meters tall, reaching the ceiling. There are no discernible locks, latches or levers to open the doors. The quality construction seems to make a seal. Cynic follows Aeryn into the hallway and finally Papa.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:18; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Zion;PAN=off [LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore(Not Broadcasting) Dummy Phone off

Zion looks at the doors thene follows the seal around it to see if there is a panel or key card swip to gain access to the door or if its a completely sealed area then they would need keyless entry. Zion Looked to Papa putting one of his knifes away he pointed at the door ahead and and shook his head, raising and eyebrow he motioned for papa pointing at the door then making a circle above his head he was trying to ask where they were inside the building in relation to where they wanted to go to maybe find the guy they were looking for.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:18; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Lucky; PAN = OFF [Skinlink]; SIN = Hugo Sanchez (not broadcast)
Fake PAN = OFF; SIN = George Lopez (broadcast)

Lucky stared, eyes wide, as Zion made strange head-circling motions with his hand. What was the meaning? Was there some unknown-street-runner language that he wasn't aware of? It had been awhile since he'd worked a patrol, maybe there were new ganger signs and whatnot...but this he had no idea about.

He looked at Aeryn and Papa to see if they showed signs of understanding...

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:15; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

Aeryn shrugs her shoulders and shakes her head. The expression on her face showing a big question mark.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:19; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Zion;PAN=off [LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore(Not Broadcasting) Dummy Phone off

Zion quickly sees that he isnt in the wildcats anymore where they would use hand signals to relay messages and co ordinate movements. Seeing the puzzled looks on all the faces he basically shrugs, shakes his head then looks at papa and points to the double doors and then motions for him to unlock the door if possible.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:27; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Cynic; Personal Com: [Powered Off];
Papa; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;

Cynic stifles a smirk shakes his head and begins to look around, his gaze seeming far off, but his stupid grin firmly in place.

As Papa steps through the threshold and into the hallway, he presses the power button on his comlink before returning it to his a secure pocket in his abdomen area. He watches the back and forth between Zion, Lucky and Aeryn, his head following the wave and settling back on Zion. As he notices the double doors, he cocks his head to the side in surprise. Then, his eyes get big, the turns plopping his back against the far wall and his body slides quickly down, his eyes rolling back into his head before his butt even hits the floor.

Cynic whispers to the trio, oblivious to the troll behind him. "The floor above us is warded. There does not appear to be wards down here, except-", he gestures at the double doors, "-there."

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:27; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Lucky; PAN = OFF [Skinlink]; SIN = Hugo Sanchez (not broadcast)
Fake PAN = OFF; SIN = George Lopez (broadcast)

Seeing the big troll sliding down the wall, Lucky felt that thrill of adrenaline kick in. That thrill he hadn't felt in a long time. Yes, he was coming to like this kind of work...

He looked at Aeryn and then motioned to Papa with his head, hoping she knew some first aid. Hoping the troll didn't actually need any first aid. He felt ashamed that he himself had forgotten all of the first aid training he had been given. His eyes roamed the hallway. Some kind of magical threat, possibly? But they wouldn't be able to attack from the astral, he knew. So maybe invisible or somehow concealed with magic...he had to trust that Cynic could tell if it was the beginning of a magical attack.

Lucky drew his pistol and kept his hand down low by his leg. He approached the double doors, taking up a position on one side of them, looking at Zion to see if they were on the same page.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:27; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Zion;PAN=off [LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore(Not Broadcasting) Dummy Phone off

Zion standing at the double doors hears Papas big fram hit the wall then slide down it and cynic's mention of a warded area right in front of them immediatly he puts his knives away and pulls the ingram from his delivery jacket. If Papa was out of then he knew any cover they had was gone as well and trouble was sure to be on its way. he chamers a round and readies for any incoming security while he crouches next to Papa and checks for vitals checking for any irregular heart beat or signs of convulsions or shock, also using his off hand he checks Papa's com to see if Papa was really in danger or in full VR via Papas Com and Biomonitor. Zions team skills jump in and he starts to asses ambush points, his mind thinking of exit points and any kind of weaknesses if they run into patrols.points to each of the others as he uses the first letter of thier names he quickly gives someone something to do hoping not to sound cocky but wanting to make it out for another round of drinks and partying if possible. "A watch for the double doors while i check on Papa, C make sure we dont have any magical suprises coming for us please. L if anyone comes from that hallway take them out first and quite if possible if p is down then this just got a lot harder."

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:27; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Lucky; PAN = OFF [Skinlink]; SIN = Hugo Sanchez (not broadcast)
Fake PAN = OFF; SIN = George Lopez (broadcast)

Lucky winced inwardly, realizing that they weren't on the same page. He also sighed inwardly. He was the rookie here, the new kid. It was up to him to follow their lead, learn the ropes.

Whispering to himself "Cover me, Danny", he took up a position that covered the hallway as Zion had indicated, his pistol hovering at the ready. The data from the pistol was a ghostly shadow in his peripheral vision, the smartlink letting him know the pistol had a full clip and was ready to fire.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:27; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

Aeryn eyes widen in surprise, as the huge troll slides down to the floor.

"I think he might have went virtual..." she says, trying to sound reassuring.

Nevertheless, the elf draws her light pistol and stands ready, watching the double doors, as Zion had indicated. She has no problem following his lead in such situations, as he surely has that tactics part down the best of them.

"I need to get me a silencer someday..."

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:36; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Papa; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;
Cynic; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;

The troll's erratic actions send a shiver through the spines of the teammates. Underground in a relatively secure facility, the doors behind them closed the situation has the possibility to erode into complete chaos... or worse.

Cynic flattens to the side wall, waiting. Lucky moves into position, weapon at the ready, his old training kicking in. He'd done breaches before, but he'd had a warrant backing him then. Aeryn moves to flank him at the doors while Zion switches weapons, SMG now out and at the ready. Squating by the hacker, the street samurai takes a moment to asses the situation. His focus is distracted by tension in the air and the unfamiliar territory, as well trepidation as the potential state of alarms. His assessment of Papa's status is further hindered by the layers of armor and lack of electronic support. All that aside, Zion is able to quickly discern a slightly elevated heart rate and expected respiration rate: Papa's condition and actions were voluntary movements to enter VR expeditiously.

Several seconds go by, then a fly-spy drone launches from the shoulder pocket of the hacker. It had been in a tube and ready for a quick launch. It zips down the hallway the other direction and out of sight. As Zion watches, his assessment seemingly confirmed, the troll opens his eyes and whispers clipped phrases to relay maximum information in the shortest time. "Coms on. Signal at one. Time is short, spiders are curious. Passive alert. Suppression in place... for now."

Cynic reaches in to turn on his comlink and adjust the signal. Papa then stands and turns away from the double doors, moving towards the t-hallway. He turns back, pointing at the double doors. "Those are a part of a completely different system; external... I think."

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:36; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Lucky; PAN = Signal 1 [Skinlink]; SIN = Hugo Sanchez (not broadcast)
Fake PAN = OFF; SIN = George Lopez (broadcast)

Nodding at Papa's words, Lucky switched on his commlink then moved stealthily yet quickly down to the end of the hallway where it formed a T-junction. He poked his head around the corner to have a quick look in each direction.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:36; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Zion;PAN=on RTG 1 [LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore

Zion follows Papa's imstructions and sets his com to its lowest setting. glad the hacker didnt run into any security and fry his brain. a passive alert meant that the building security knew something was not right but didnt probably know of the extent of the intrusion just yet. once a active alert went into place Zion knew they would be shooting thier way out which meant time was short and they needed to find the mark quick. "glad you arent fried." directing the commet towads Papa offering him a hand to get off the wall. Zion took point and followed the teams directions once again, Zion was not about to get ambushed unarmed and suprised so he decided to leave his weapon of choice out and move forward if they were going to go he was at least going to take some of those corp slaves with him.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:36; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Papa; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;
Cynic; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;

The troll accepts the elf's hand up. As Lucky and Zion move into position at the end of the hall, their comlinks com alive and join the TeamNet hosted from Papa's com. A video feed from the fly-spy, as well as an overlay generated by the mapping software begins to layout the floor plan of the sublevel. At this moment in time, all hallways to which the team can see are empty.

<<@Team [Papa] I've got a search frame looking for- Hell. Physical security is heading into the kitchen. He seems curious about the delivery...>>

Cynic stops, reaches out an open hand, before closing his hand and pulling it towards him. "Time is short boyz and girlee. I have a watcher, but I won't be able to hold it long... and its not mine."

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:37; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Lucky; PAN = Signal 1 [Skinlink]; SIN = Hugo Sanchez (not broadcast)
Fake PAN = OFF; SIN = George Lopez (broadcast)
Jazzed!

Lucky took a split second to process what he had heard. Things could turn ugly very fast. Not much time...not much time at all...

He made a quick decision and nodded at his team, then took a quick hit from an inhaler found in his tactical utility pouch. Instant warmth flooded his body, rushing blood singing in his ears as time slowed...slowed...........slowed...................................slowed.......
.................................................

Feeling that he had to move or explode with pent-up energy, Lucky retained enough control to slip quietly, oh so quietly, around the corner to the left. He had trouble holding his body steady as he flattened up against the wall by the door. He quickly flicked a glance inside each room on the left side of the corridor, his movements jerking like a puppet being played by a spastic manipulator.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:36; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

"Ok, let's stay calm and focus ..." Aeryn says. "Yeah, I know, who am I kidding ..."

"They have found that something doesn't check up, and soon they will know that something is wrong. We should proceed with haste now. These doors are a dead-end, if I understand you right?"

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:36; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Zion;PAN=on RTG 1 [LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore

Zion was releaved to see the hacker ok but at the mention that cynic had the watcher spirit and security was going to check on thier getaway ride. Zion knew they needed to move fast. "lets find the target, fast." Zion takes up a position on the alternate side of the hallway and starts to make his way into different rooms to check to see if any of them have thier mark in it.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:39; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Papa; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;
Cynic; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;

The continual *zzzzt* of a ceiling light about to go out breaks the painful silence, but only adds to the tension. AR is alive to the team as the various feeds provided by Papa stream into the various AR displays from teamnet. The security guard is moving through the dock area towards the truck and will discover something amiss in moments. The fly-spy arrives at the other stairwell completing a map of the hallway and Papa's search frame begin to spool back information which, in turn, is populated onto the team's overhead map of the sub-level providing labels for each of the doors along the hallway.

Cynic meanwhile maintains some form of astral engagement with the watcher. His arms move back and forth, much like someone trying to hold onto a kite string in a very strong wind.

Papa looks to the team, "Time to make some choices.. Nothing says security, let alone the mark is *here*."

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:39; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

"Well, how about we go back to the truck, grab that guard, and ask him?" Aeryn ponders loudly.

"Or, we just try the Research Department. It's pretty late, so that rules out some of the rooms, like the Conference Room. Research or one of the Labs would be my guess."

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:39; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Zion;PAN=on RTG 1 [LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore

Zion felt like he had been in this type of situation before. not being able to place the memory he pressed on with what he thought would be the best choice.<"security will get to the van before we get there immediatly this will be a bust, with the watcher on hold once its released the jig will be up. lets get the target and find an alternate ride on the way out. wish the van had a explosive chage to create a distraction for us. papa can you remote the van to drive away once the gaurd gets there and have it meet us there again once we make our way back with the mark? if the van takes off the gaurd will assume we were done. once we snag the target we will just make our way back and scurry out of here without getting geeked.">

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:39; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Papa; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;
Cynic; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;

A nod from Papa from Aeryn follows a lack of dissent from the rest of the team regarding her suggestion and their is a audible *click* on the doors of the Research Department.

<<@Team [Papa] I understand that Human Resources and Legal Departments are highly classified, but there are labs here and the matrix is much more complex than I expected. Security is tiered with more nodes than I expected and more segmented than I expected... and those doors that are not even on the security map have me concerned.>>

Cynic keeps his focus on the spirit; he is now only using one hand, but is obviously distracted.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:39; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Lucky; PAN = Signal 1 [Skinlink]; SIN = Hugo Sanchez (not broadcast)
Fake PAN = OFF; SIN = George Lopez (broadcast)
Jazzed!

Hand shaking visibly, Lucky holstered his gun and fumbled out the meter-long line of his endoscope and fed it through the crack of the open door of the Research Department. The end of the scope waved slowly back and forth at commands from Lucky's PAN, giving him a wide angle of vision inside the room.

While doing this he sent a message over TeamNet:

<<@Team [Lucky] If this isn't the room I think Technical Support #1014 is our next room to check>>

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:39; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Zion;PAN=on RTG 1 [LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore

Zion slowly thinks back to the conversations they had with the johnson and to what tyler vincent would id himself. <@Team[Zion]"Papa can you scan each room around us quickly to see if any of the people in the room have a blue frozen drink with them if i remember correctly our target was fond of them, also remember we need his com as well as his meat alive.">

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:42; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Papa; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;
Cynic; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;

<<@Team [Papa] I have control over most of the doors. I'm dodging some security IC and my access to node is currently hit or miss.>>

The endoscope pokes through the dark crack. There are currently no lights on; the room is dark.

<<@Team [Papa] Heads up boys and girl.>>
A blinking frame on one of the TeamNet windows draws your attention to the fly-spy camera. The fly-spy appears to be hanging from the ceiling, across the Operation's Room. A human in a security uniform just exited the room, walked past the stairs and has turned right to go down the hall.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:42; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Zion;PAN=on RTG 1 [LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore

Zion sees the HUD display the gaurd heading past the stairwell and heading down the hall if he heads past the conference hall then he knew exaclty where they would be heading down. Zion quickly checks the stairwell next to them before crossing the hall and seeing if the lab 1003 is open and empty he hoped it was so everyone had room to
fit into the lab to hide from the gaurd if he decided to make his way past the thier hallway. <@team[Zion]"we need a quick hole to hide in"> all the while Zion wished he knew a little more about thier target so they knew at least what department he would be working in.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:42; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

< [Aeryn] Say, Papa, with all the security down here, don't they have id-scanners on the doors? Maybe you can just find some log, which tells us where our target is? Would that be a possibility? >

When the warning about the security guard comes in, Aeryn sends another message via the TeamNet while pointing to the door they stand next to (Research Department).

< [Aeryn] Anything wrong with going in here? Or we could just snatch that security guy and ask him for directions... >

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:42; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Zion;PAN=on RTG 1 [LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore

Zion stops in his tracks waiting for a response from Papa before he either continues to take out the gaurd or jump into one of the rooms.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:42; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Lucky; PAN = Signal 1 [Skinlink]; SIN = Hugo Sanchez (not broadcast)
Fake PAN = OFF; SIN = George Lopez (broadcast)
Jazzed!

Nodding slightly at the TeamNet message from Aeryn, Lucky opens the door a little wider and pokes his head in, allowing his cop-glasses to adjust to the darkness of the room, searching for any signs of motion, cameras, or people. His hand has put away the endoscope and drawn his pistol again, all seemingly of its own volition.

<<@Team [Lucky] If we grab the guard, Papa would have to jam his node, including any biomonitor signals. Those things are pretty standard for security types.>>

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:45; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Papa; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;
Cynic; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;

A quick check of the nearby stairwell by Zion reveals... an empty stairwell.
Lucky figures the guard will either have a taser or a slivergun, given that he is indoors and underground. As he watches the guard proceed down the hall, looking toward each door, he quickly deduces that the security guard is making his rounds. He doesn't detect movement in room, but it is too dark to really make out any details. Only a sliver of light from the cracked open door provides any illumination to the room.

<<@Team [Papa] Been working on locking down the Research Department Area; clean now. I have the access controls and video surveillance. I need a few moments to sort out this security... find the right node to get more access.>>

Cynic, still wrangling the invisible watcher, whispers, "Somebody make a decision. Either we hide or we nab the guy. One way or another the house of cards is close to falling down. Guard headed this way, someone headed to the truck and this damn watcher is gonna be missed eventually." as he looks around to the team.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:45; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Lucky; PAN = Signal 1 [Skinlink]; SIN = Hugo Sanchez (not broadcast)
Fake PAN = OFF; SIN = George Lopez (broadcast)
Jazzed!

<<@Team [Lucky] I say we grab the guard. He'll have no reason not to tell us what we want. Hiding just delays the alarm that'll happen soon anyway. Zion, you know how to convince people that they should help us?>>

A slight shiver ran through Lucky's body at the thought of the after-effects of said alarm. The thrill...it was back!

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:45; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

< [Aeryn] Agreed. We don't have the time to check this room by room, and it is just a matter of time, that someone will find us. This may well speed things up significantly. >

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:45; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Papa; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;
Cynic; Personal Com: [Skinlink, Signal=1] PAN=Hidden;

A plan, of sorts, mostly agreed to, Papa steps past Lucky, opening the door the rest of the way and proceeds in. For those who follow, the room is dark, but light from the open door spills into the room creating shadows and providing partial illumination. The room is broken up into cubicles and appears to be the personal work area for some staff. The troll proceeds over to a space, sits down and drifts off into virtual reality.

Cynic follows closely behind, still attending to the watcher.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:45; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Lucky; PAN = Signal 1 [Skinlink]; SIN = Hugo Sanchez (not broadcast)
Fake PAN = OFF; SIN = George Lopez (broadcast)
Jazzed!

As the light levels rise high enough that Lucky's sunglasses can give him clear vision, he files cautiously into the room and gives his surroundings a detailed glancing-over. Finding no immediate cause for concern, he turns to his teammates.

<<@Team [Lucky] Ok, let's figure out a way to get the guard within grabbing distance. Papa, have you hacked his node yet? Could you send an alert to him, telling him to investigate this room? Then when he arrives, Zion and I can subdue him. Aeryn, how are you at convincing people to do things?>>

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:45; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, SeattleZion;PAN=on RTG 1 [LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore

Zion thinks back to his days remembering the guy is probably just doing his rounds
Zion followed the rest into the room keeping his knife out and getting ready to jump
the gaurd should his route take him past the room they are. <@Team[Zion]"thats find, Papa
can you hack his biomonitor to make sure him being in duress isnt being monitored.>

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:45; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

< [Aeryn] Convincing people to do things? Well, I do have some experience with that, but I'm hardly an expert negotiator or con artist. Of course, if he is subdued and held at gunpoint, he might be easy to convince. >

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:45; The Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Lucky; PAN = Signal 1 [Skinlink]; SIN = Hugo Sanchez (not broadcast)
Fake PAN = OFF; SIN = George Lopez (broadcast)
Jazzed! Starting at 00:18:37

<<@Team [Lucky] Zion? If not you, I guess I could try. We'll wait until Papa gives us the ok, then we move.>>

The word "move", as it scrolls across TeamNet, is accompanied by tiny tremors in Lucky's whole body. Holding still like this seemed to be getting more difficult for him at every moment.