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

Zion still squating next to the door waiting for the gaurd to approach.<@team[zion]"no problem assuming he isnt wired up. once i start to take him down just make sure he cannot transmit to his buddies what were doing to him. "> Zion gets ready to subdue the gaurd reverting back to his training he gets ready for the take down. like a cat getting ready to pounch Zion approaches the doors and awaits either the gaurd to reach them or a signal from the other that he is close enough to engage.

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

Back in the room, Aeryn pulls out her light pistol, making sure the smartlink is activated and she is ready to fire, should the need arise.

I really should get me a silencer for these situations...

< [Aeryn] Ok, I can cover you. Will only fire, if it is absolutely necessary, since I do not have a silencer on my gun. >

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:49; 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 pressure on the team's hacker at the moment. He reaches out across the matrix for the guard's comlink, the access ID already identified when it passed by the fly-spy. Papa decides to take the path of accessing the comlink with user level access, which is quickly successful and then he changes the routing on the guard's comlink to only use Papa's Comlink to route.
<<@Team [Papa] There will have been blip. It may get hairy quick.>>

As the guard continues to move down the hallway towards the team, Papa turns his attention to the captured traffic, analyzing heartbeat signals and separating them from other, higher forms of communication, allowing only the most basic, clean communication to pass.
<<@Zion [Papa] Hit him now!>>

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:49; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Zion;PAN=on RTG 1 [LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore

Zion hears papas que to attack second turn to fractions of seconds as his wired reflexes spring into action and immediatly bursts the doors open the doors and grabs the gaurd and attempts to fling the guads behind him from the hallway back into the lab where he attacked from while holding onto his collar and rolling over zions back he attempts to have the gaurd fly over zion and end up rolling with the gaurd and landing atop of him pinned back into the same room they were in before.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:49; 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

Pepper punch magically appeared in Lucky's hand, just as magically as the heavy pistol found it's home in it's holster. He hoped he didn't have to use this stuff on the guard. Lucky had had to be "punched" once, during basic training. It was definitely no picnic. Using it on the innocent guard gave him pause. But his jittery, jazzed-up brain quickly recalled images of his mother, Danny, the shelter...the reasons for all of this. His resolve came back, stronger than ever.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:49; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Via the video feed in AR, Zion can see the guard has made it to the intersection that divests to stairwell. As the street samurai bursts from the concealment of the door, the guard turns...

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:49; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

The guard shoots two shots in rapid succession as Zion attempts to get into position to level his own attack. Two clusters of darts strike Zion causing the elf's muscles to convulse and spasm; he literally sees stars as the voltage surges through his body trying to send him off his feet...

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:49; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Following Zion to the hall, Lucky notes the quick response of the security guard. He drops the pepper punch capsule and reaches for his holstered taser, draws a bead on the guard and squeezes the trigger. A dart attached to a trail wire flies towards the guard...

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:49; Hallway, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

... and in an amazing display of luck, the dart bounces off the guard own taser, missing him, leaving him standing alone against (not so) Lucky.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:49; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

Aeryn takes a few steps into the doorframe to get a clear shot on the guard. Her gun already out, the elf pulls the trigger and the light pistol barks in response, spitting a bullet at the guard. Taking a short moment to aim for a more vulnerable spot, Aeryn pulls the trigger again, and another shot is fired.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:49; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Aeryn really on makes it to the doorway, half in, half out, blocked from further movement by Lucky attempting to get past Zion. Her location not withstanding, she proves that persistence pays off putting both of the SnS darts into the guard. The first hits him in shoulder, the second in the neck sending him head over healing flipping backwards, spasming. It looks like some sort of new wave Brazilian-Hop Dancing move. The sounds of the shots as well as the concussion wave blasts down the hall, booming through the facility.

The jig is up.

Cynic squeezes his fingers to a fist, then pulls the fist near his mouth and blows across it. "No sense holding that anymore."

<<@Team [Papa] Got it! Operations.>>

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:49; 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

The shots rang out in the corridor, dangerously close to Lucky's head. His earbuds managed to help block out the worst of it, but even so, he knew his ears would be ringing for awhile after. For now, he didn't mind. Lucky suddenly felt more alive than he had in a long, long time.

A hand shaking with sudden adrenaline managed to put the taser back in it's holster, then somehow find a stim patch in the collection of items in his tactical utility belt pouch.

"Come on man. We gotta move! Danny, cover me!"

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:50; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Weapon holstered, Lucky reaches into his pouch and readies the stim patch.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:50; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

<< [Aeryn] Sorry for the noise, but at this point, it was necessary. // @Papa: Operations? That's where he is? Then we should head there... quick! There is another set of stairs, we need to be there, so he cannot leave. One should come with me, the rest stay here with Zion and get him back on his feet. >>

Aeryn follows her own advice and quickly runs down the corridor towards Operations.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:53; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Weapon holstered, Lucky reaches into his pouch and readies the stim patch.
Aeryn moves around Lucky and breaks into a sprint down the hallway, making it nearly to the opposed double lab doors. Cynic is behind her, but she is pulling away. In the Matrix, active alarms being to sound like klaxons. Papa activates a pair of malware he prepared for this occasion, unleashing them into the system.

As Aeryn and Cynic continue to run, Aeryn rounding the corner, Papa exits the virtual world, returning to the meat one.

He stands, exits the room and scoops up Zion by the collar as Lucky slaps down the stim patch. Aeryn and Cynic continue their all out run for Operations, several meters now separating them. Even carrying Zion, Papa is quickly outpacing Lucky.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:53; 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

Frag frag frag frag frag frag frag frag frag frag frag frag

As Lucky sprinted after the retreating form of Papa, he pulled his Predator. A targeting reticule, so comfortingly familiar, sprang to life in his vision as a small indistinct crosshair. Those watching would have seen a strange, almost manic smile beaming out from the beard on Lucky's face.

Pistol held down at his side as he ran, his other arm waved to his partner to keep up.

No time to play it quiet, now. Just like old times, eh?

"Bravo, haywire. We are moving to echo numerous hostiles on our six request immediate fire support, copy?". "roger haywire" Zion watching in the middle of the night through his thermal scope that haywire as outnumbered three to one. The six of them would not make it out of the forest to reach the extraction site in time. Immediately Zion ranged the closest target corporal rainfall was his spotter "800meters , 5 mph east bound wind." Zion confirmed via satellite uplink and started to pick off the hostiles the corporal confirming each target was down and reading like the first each targets range and wind variance, confirming each kill."bravo, haywire keep it up we are Oscar mike." zion spot softly between shots " rainfall let me know when they clear the forest we will need to make for the extraction site and rv with haywire".......several seconds passed and no response was heard from the corporal, Zion looked over his shoulder to see rainfall looking right at him his lifeless body laying motionless, Zion rolled to his left with his rifle in hand over the corporals body "haywire this is bravo , hostiles have spotted my location moving to rv location now. Out" haywire responded hastily "roger that bravo we are breaking for echo now thanks for evening the odds" Zion kept his cool behind the rock he rolled behind. Alarms started to rack his brain red flashed and warning signs his satellite uplink was being hacked.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:56; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

Aeryn continues her run towards the second corner, only slowing down once she has reached it to take a quick look around in case there is any trouble ahead.

If she does not see anything, the elf turns around and heads down the corridor towards her destination, the Operations room and the second flight of stairs.

She isn't sprinting at full speed, anymore, but still running, trying not to make too much noise on the way, but not sneaking either. Time is of the essence now.

Hopefully, the security hasn't had enough time to organize properly, as only a few seconds have passed since the guard was encountered and the gunshots were fired.

Either way, her pistol is ready to fire, in case a target of opportunity presents itself. She isn't here to ask questions first; not now.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:54; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Having slowed at the corner, the hallway looks clear and Aeryn continues towards the target, weapon ready. Cynic stops behind her before rounding the corner and attempts to summon an elemental to assist them; his efforts only summon a stream of sweat from his brow and a measure of exertion.

Papa rounds the next corner, passing Cynic heading towards Aeryn. Lucky makes it halfway down the middle corridor. He sees Cynic stopped near the end. Moving more cautiously, Aeryn makes it 2/3 of the way towards the hallway leading to the stairwell and the door to operations. Lucky makes it to Cynic, who is slowly walking forward, his eyes out of focus. Meanwhile, Cynic, calls his bound water elemental, panic beginning to over take the mage as the seconds pass since the watcher was dispersed.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:55; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Aeryn reaches the corner, looking down the hallway, just as the door opens and the mark runs toward the stairs.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:55; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Some days you should just call in sick... Ah, hindsight is always 20/20.
Tyler and Aeryn come face to face as the two enter the hallway about the same time. As Aeryn levels her weapon at the security spider, he dives backwards towards the room, rather than the stairwell. She pulls the trigger, her keen senses already telling her his dive was throwing her shot off...

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:55; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Luck being what it is, Tyler Vincent dives right into the path of the wayward dart from Aeryn's pistol, striking him square in the ass. He falls into the doorway, a quivering mass of charged flesh, convulsing much like Zion as he falls onto the floor. Behind her Papa says, "Cameras down. Security node rebooting. Remote spider dumpshocked."

Lucky sees that Aeryn has reached the corner and marked her arrival with one shot. Papa is behind her, SMG in hand, but not firing.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:53; 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

Yeah, DEFINITELY like old times

The sounds of the gunshots rang out in the hallway, echoing their way into Lucky's consciousness. He ran up beside Aeryn and saw the situation, the downed hacker spasming at his feet. Lucky quickly holstered his gun and pulled out a pair of metal restraints.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:56; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Seconds tick by. The active alarm definitely means that both Lone Star and DocWagon Security have been alerted. The team now has two people on the ground suffering from an allergy to electricity, though one of them is supposed to be.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:56; 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

"Cover me!"

Lucky bends down to snap the metal restraints around the mark's wrists. After securing them snugly together, Lucky searches for the required commlink.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:57; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

Aeryn nods and moves to the corner of the stairway, looking upstairs with her pistol trained on the area at the top of the stairs, ready to fire again.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:57; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Still holding Zion's collar, Papa follows the other team members around and grabs Tyler by the collar with his free hand while Lucky restrains him. Behind the team, Cynic calls out, "Astral scouts are here. Get moving."

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:57; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

< @Papa [Aeryn] Does he have the commlink? >

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:58; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Stopping behind Aeryn, Papa releases Zion and quickly searches Tyler, finding a hardened comlink case on the man's belt with a company logo. He holds it up showing it to Aeryn as Zion finally gains control over his spasming muscles. "We have the prize"

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:58; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Zion;PAN=hidden[LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore(broadcasting)
Zion opened his eyes finding himself sitting down on the floor, quickly standing upright and drawing his ingram he quickly looks around "how long was i out?" seeing papa carrying another individual not part of the team he is assuming they got thier man he quickly shakes off the shock of being shot by stick and shock ammunition he hated those they always made him twitch for a few days after being shot, he hoped it didnt effect his wired reflexes. he double checked his biomonitor to asses his physical status from being shot. "we good to go?"

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:58; The stairwell, 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

Lucky advanced up the stairwell, drawing his pistol yet again. He hoped he wouldn't have to use it, but he had that feeling he sometimes got, deep in his gut. Drek was about to hit the fan. Little sweat beads popped out on his forehead as he concentrated on moving up the stairwell in proper tactical fashion. He kept his eyes open, scanning the top of the stairwell for movement, as well as checking the walls for any signs of new construction.

"Not long and yes! Papa, let's make sure this guy is jammed and can't send any signals."

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:59; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

< [Aeryn] Upstairs then... >

Aeryn moves up the stairs, unlike her mad run to catch the spider before, the elf is now moving slow and careful.

Much like before, her pistol is ready to fire at any targets of opportunity, that might present themselves.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:58; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Aeryn moves up the stairwell to the door at the top, followed directly behind by Lucky.
<<@Team [Papa] I rebooted the system, so we are blind... but so are they.>>

Carrying Tyler, Papa falls in behind the duo as Zion stands, readying his weapon and shaking off the taser effects. Behind them, Cynic can be heard running down the hall towards them.

00:18:59
Cautiously, Aeryn opens the door and peers down the hallway, finding it empty. Listening does not betray anyone's presence either. The others wait as Cynic falls into the rear.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:19:00; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

< [Aeryn] We probably shouldn't use the way we came in, they will have covered that by now. So let's try the other side. The only question is... do we want to get the truck, possibly having to face more guards there, or do we exit on the other side of the building, there's a door on the map in the top-left corner? We could try that instead, and leave the site on foot. In any case, we need to shut down that commlink, so he cannot access it in case he awakens. Oh, and make sure he cannot scream, too. >

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:58; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Zion;PAN=hidden[LTG] SIN=Gabe Moore(broadcasting)

Zion hears foot steps and sees cynic running down the hall, raising his weapon he covers cynic as he comes running down the hall planning to cover their movements while they travel through the building.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:18:58; The stairwell, 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

"Sounds good! Can you or Papa remote command the truck to meet us at the other exit?"

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:19:04; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

The team takes a few well deserved seconds to allow the mage to catch up and share plan details.
<<@Team [Cynic] A spirit made a pass in the astral. They gotta know at least how many we are... And we need to get out. Someone outside who surely has a radio knows we're here.>>

In the AR feeds, the van starts up and the camera Papa placed in the cargo area shows a security guard step out of cover in the loading dock, laying down several random shots of cover. As that occurs, Papa looks over Tyler's comlink.
<<@Team [Papa] Its off.>>
He then deposits it into a cargo pocket and slings the human over his shoulder.

The team order in the stairwell is currently: Aeryn, Lucky, Papa & Tyler, Cynic, Zion

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:19:05; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

< [Aeryn] I would still say, back exit. On foot. And maybe use the truck to distract them? Cynic, can you handle that spirit if it comes after us? >

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:19:05; The stairwell, 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

< [Lucky] Yes! Great plan. Drive the truck the opposite direction we go. But we might still need some transport, being on foot won't take us very far, especially carrying a body...>

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:19:05; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

< [Aeryn] I got my car in the vincinity. It won't be big enough for all of us, though. >

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:19:05; The stairwell, 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

< [Lucky] When we make it out of here, we can scatter - you, Zion, and our friend in your car. Papa, Cynic and I can make our way on foot, if Cynic can summon a spirit to smooth our way for us...>

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:19:08; 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

The facility map overlayed in AR, Papa adds arrows into AR directing the team left down the hallway to the last door on the left. According to the map overlay, two more doors beyond that is the exit. In an AR window, the delivery truck is accelerating recklessly away from the building toward the street. The security guard continues firing moving to the edge of the dock. Aeryn's car responds to her call, starts and pulls out onto the street in order to retrieve its owner.

Meanwhile, the team races down the hallway. The first door opens into a meeting room with a large oval table surrounded by a number of comfortable chairs. Reaching the door on the far side of the room, Aeryn finds it locked.
<<@Team [Papa] The system is rebooted, however, I would have to hack it again to access it. Cameras will surely be coming online as well.>>

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:19:08; The stairwell, 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

Hearing the word "cameras" put Lucky into a little bit of a panic. He hadn't considered this angle of the work. Yes, there was plenty of experience from the other side of the fence. Lucky knew how the Star worked, knew how the authorities in general worked. Camera footage was essential in most investigations. The overwhelming amounts of video evidence was made manageable by advanced software algorithms that could comb a feed and pick out essential details in milliseconds. Microseconds, even. Lucky knew if his face was caught, he would have to spend a lot of time sucking up to his Star buddies to try to get the footage to disappear.

With this in mind, Lucky worriedly started scanning the area for cameras, hoping he could avoid their line of sight. He didn't want to have to shoot them out. Next run he did, he'd get one of those new nano-disguise kits he'd seen being used.

.....wait...next run? When did you decide this, chummer? I always knew you had a taste for this kind of life...

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:19:12; Conference Room, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Seconds tick by as the team stands between a rock and a hard place. Aeryn pulls out a few tools, pries the cover from the maglock, starts to works... and jumps back as she crosses the power leads, shorting the circuit board in a puff of smoke that leaves it blackened and powerless. In AR, the van is pulling onto the street as the security officer continues to fire on the vehicle from the edge of the loading dock.

Cynic becomes animated, moving his hands frantically. "Trouble. A spirit."
Papa, seeing the dire situation, Papa steps forward, lifting a foot and kicking with the entire force of his body... and going halfway through the door. Pulling his foot back, he crawls through the door, then pulls the zip tied hacker through the hole after him. "Time to leave."

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:19:12; Conference Room, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = offline [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn; PAN = offline [disposable Commlink]; SIN = Kimberly Turner

Aeryn sighs. "Well, that didn't work quite so well... at least the door wasn't too sturdy."

While staying alert, once Cynic has warned them, the elf gets over to the other side of the door as well, taking a moment to look around to see where they would best continue their retreat.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:19:12; Conference Room, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Zion taps Cynic on the shoulder and motions for him to jump through the door, and quickly proceeds through the door behind him. "saves me having to use a grenade."

Zion thinks to himself where would we be if the troll wasn't there to rush the door. Glad for the size and abilities of the troll Zion felt they relied on the massive man a lot this time around maybe to much, he needed to become more efficient as either a b & e or improve his size some how to better assist the team. Regardless either direction took yen he didn't currently have.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:19:12; Conference Room, 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

Lucky waited until everyone has cleared the door, then moved through himself. His eyes continued their search for cameras and other devices that could make his future more difficult than it already was. Hearing that there might be a spirit on it's way, he tried to recall what he had learned in university about dealing with hostile spirits. He didn't think he was well prepared at all.

Next time...next time

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:19:13; Conference Room, Apprentice Industries, 200 Saint Helens Avenue, Tacoma District, Seattle

Papa and Aeryn on the other side of the hole with the prizes find themselves in an entry room with a nice receptionist desk, several chairs and a sofa. The walls are a pleasing color and the carpet soft but not overly so. Standing between them and freedom is now a security door, slightly more durable than the one Papa just put his foot through.

For Lucky and Zion, still with Cynic the previous room watch as the mage struggles with something in the astral, considerably more powerful than the watcher from earlier. Just as he smiles with an, "I got it. Banished." he flies forward slamming into Zion, pretty much ending in Zion's arms. Looking down at the wiz-ganger, Zion sees the back of his head looks like it had been bashed into a wall. Hanging there, his body is limp, held up only by Zion.

Monday April 7th, 2070; 00:19:12; Conference Room, 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

Can you carry him? We gotta move!