Atreus; PAN=Signal(0) & Hidden; SIN=N/A

Atreus follows Dervish into the building, disconnecting his com from the Local Telecommunications Grid and dialing down his PAN to a range of a few meters as well as putting it in stealth mode. He nods to his teammate in response to the suggestion. Let's get this done and collect our yen. he thinks.

September 7th, 2074

The two moving around the interior of the building and up to the location Sweetness indicated. The hallway outside looks like the scene of a fairly violent altercation, with dents and cracks in the walls, and one door hanging half off it's hinges. That door happens to be to the room you're looking for, and is currently blocked off by several layers of police tape and ARO warnings. The officers that were supposed to be on guard here rushed by earlier while you hid outside of the stairwell, probably responding to reports of an explosion nearby.

The room inside is in shambles. Despite the lack of fire damage and burning, it looks like an explosion shook the small space. Furniture is damaged and knocked backwards, items are strewn about the room, all centered on a relatively clear spot in the center of the room. Despite the mess, the room obviously hasn't been checked for evidence yet, and there are a few small bloodstains on the floor, but no bodies. Rapidly searching the small apartment over, you find the item Sweetness is looking for, and remove yourself from the locale as quickly as possible.

With the vial of oil and the chip of wood placed safely in the hands of Sweetness's friend in the church, the group is 5k better off and as uninvolved with the situation as it's possible to be.

September 9th, 2074

The day the expo begins dawns bright and clear, unusual for a Seattle fall. A case of purple Crush had been delivered, and a file received, leaving the group with a fairly detailed writeup on several hundred vendors attending the trade show. Everything wraps up on Friday, but for the next four days, millions of nuyen in prototypes and new equipment will be on display in the Omnidrome, with eager vendors and salepeople ready to wheel and deal.

A pair of four day passes arrive via message on Sweetness's comlink, along with an LTG code for his companion, who will inevitably be both attractive and knowledgeable on the requisite subject matter.

Armed with information on the companies and equipment you're looking for, the house is moving with the usual early morning energy, everyone enjoying the luxury of real food and all the hot water you can stand.

Dervish spends most of the morning flipping through the plans Porter got for him of the Ommnidome. He also goes on to Matrix and downloads a few videos on "How to pick a lock"

Atreus spends part of the days working kata, meditating, texting his brother or playing concentration games. He also spends considerable time watching and learning security tactics and procedures from the knowledgeable members of the team.

The fact that Atreus is mostly a quiet observer becomes very obvious to the rest of the team. His patience is definitely displayed as he works with Porter, ignoring the ork's crass and abrupt nature. Having been in the company of some pretty nasty bikers over the last few years, Atreus has had plenty of practice.

He also mentions the gangers with the weapons a few times to Sweetness. "Once we take care of this expo, I'd like to hit them next."

"I agree maerenath, removing their weapons would be a service to the world"

Dervish flips thorugh the plans some more.

"Out of curiousity, what style do you use? I'm sure I've seen it before"

At the mention of the gang, with a small smile the ork replies, "These violent delights have violent ends." Act II, scene v

"Patience, my friend, we must be virtuous."

"Someone is going to have to very carefully explain to me what to look for."

"Now where is Porter?"

Trailing the ork in his dark weave heavy threaded silk suit is a svelte chrome skinned woman holding on to his arm gently as he leads her in. Patting her hand as he steps wide around a table, "Careful dear."

Arriving at the room he shares with the hacker, Sweetness grins to himself, then announces to the occupant, "Look what I've brought for you!", and with a flip of his hand pulls of the woman's hood revealing her chrome colored hair and mirror chromed face.

"Bunny, meet Porter... Porter meet Bunny!"

Bunny nods expressionlessly at Sweetness and then directs her attention to Porter standard query icons and symbols flashing across her chrome skin in a remarkable display.

ah, that explains why she didn't want any clothes!

Dervish looks at Atreus pointedly.

"Where do you suppose he rented the girl?"

He waits a few moments and spreads the blueprints out on the table.

"Now there is a small crawl space which I may be able to use to enter the building. I would say an early morning penetrarion would be advisable. Also we need to discuss the level of force which we are willing to use. And who keeps an eye on the less physical members of our team."

Ikari enters the main area of the house, pausing to bow before Sweetness and his guest before joining the others looking over the blueprint. Nodding to each person she begins to speak.

"While I can offer little in the way of the actual theft I can at least assure you that I can deal with any on-site security forces. I would like to avoid killing anyone, they are just doing as their karma dictates and should not lose their place on the wheel for it. I have some incantations that could prove useful. I am able to alter the appearance of people or render them unseen through the blessings the kami have granted me. I have also enlisted the aid of several kami for the actual day of the theft."

Her voice is soft and respectful as she addresses Dervish and Atreus.

Porter looks up at the latest intrusion the group had made on his attempts to get them sorted out before their job.

"Okay, here's the list. These are the technical specs for everything we need. Brand names mean fuck all to me, just make sure it can do everything I have written down. Can you handle that?"

Upon receiving an affirmative nod about Bunny's "technical abilities", Porter walks past them into the office and drops back into VR. Again he programs his cybereyes to run the analyze program on the visual feed and he begins.

Hours later, Porter comes back to the surface. Moving through the house with a stiffness that comes from hours of idleness that conflicted with his memories, he grabs a bottle of water and goes for a long walk.

While the blood resumes circulation through his body, the hacker is slicing through lines of code and making his way through one of the hidden backdoors of the data haven. This is how the data haven ensured it's privacy--everyone had to be able to find their own way in.

[Open Post from Porter]
>>Anyone who wants a free ride into the Omnidome's Tech Expo, grab a seat here. Ten user IDs will be made available in short order to the first ones to grab them.

Back at the house, the hacker let's everyone know what's going on.

"Alright, security badges have been linked to the primary IDs on each of your commlinks. They are available for pickup now. I will take care of the cameras when you are ready to go. My people will keep matrix security entangled while you folks deal with any fleshlings."

Atreus is consoled by the support from both Dervish and Sweetness. He then nods as Porter relays the information about the IDs. It appears everything is falling into place. Our hour is quickly approaching.

As they prepare for the infiltration, Atreus lays out his supplies for his disguise. The off the rack suit better to blend in as a rent-a-cop as well as cosmetics to darken his skin tone and hair. He offers to help the other team members as required as well.

He raises his bottle of water in a toast to team prior to heading out, "Here's hoping our luck holds and we are successful being long gone before the results of our activities are revealed."

Ikari nods as she accesses her comlink to gt an ID for the show. "I have prepared as well. The kami are ready and able to help as I mentioned. Simply direct me and I will do as needed."

September 9th, 2074 4:45am

A black shape flits up the side of a tall, domed building. Moving vertical distances no mundane human could replicate, the shape quickly reaches the roof. A faint hum and a click goes unheard on a distant corner of the Tacoma Omidome. A square section of roofing material, no more then .5 meters on a side, is lifted out of place. Dervish's thin figure snakes into the hole, twisting and contorting as he braces herself, body held horizontally, and maneuvers the panel back into place. The space is tight, but he moves easily, as if born to tight corners and horizontal scrambling. A hand here, a foot there, placements borne not only of actual skill but of theory, technique, the mechanics of the body and detection studied ad naseum.

A short time later his thin form goes plummeting down the elevator shaft, supported by an almost invisible rope firmly attached at the top of the shaft. 40 stories whiz by in seconds, body performing a set of aerial acrobatics even Peter Chung would be proud of as he dodges rails, outcroppings, and pneumatic fixings designed to send the high speed elevators from the top to the bottom in less then 10 seconds. Several security devices, from motion sensors to trip beams, should have been sending back data on his passage. Instead, the security logs recorded only empty shaft, over and over again.

He moves like a shadow across the expo floor, security locker after locker springing open at his touch as he touches the items the crew was looking for, verifying after each one the reception of the signal that would lead the somewhat noisier team to them later that morning.

September 9th, 2074 8:00am

The crowds are already waiting outside at 8, eager to get in and begin searching for the next big thing to provide their company with a little more competitive advantage. The lines are fairly orderly, despite the large size, probably due somewhat to the squad of very obvious security arranged outside the door. People are being urged through the entrances as fast as the Matrix systems can verify their identity. A gentile orc in a classic cut custom linen suit gently pats the hand of his chromed companion, tucked under his elbow. He gives the totSec guard near his entrance a tusky grin, and his commlink chimes softly as the ID and passes are verified. The guard smiles back, eyes drifting towards the smooth, expressionless face despite Sweetness’ odd appearance.

The pair glide into the expo center in the dome, providing an odd counterpoint to the ungraceful and occasionally frantic movement of various buyers and sellers around the floor. His companion points out various pieces as they move around the floor, murmuring quietly to him of components, software pieces, and various electronic devices. Obviously intrigued, he pauses, picking up an oddly segmented hexadecimal shaped device. There is a pop, a crackle, and a sudden hiss of black smoke from the interior of the device, and he places the item back on the table, backing away and drifting off into the crowd with an apologetic smile as increasing frantic group of salespeople and technicians crowd around the now flaming prototype. A figure in the crowd catches his eye, a slim eyebrow raising as the eye beneath tracked the motion over his shoulder. A slight touch on his companions hand, and she moves off into the crowd, briefly pausing to smile and speak in low tones with the owner of the eye. A second later Dervish falls into step next to Sweetness, triggering the waiting program in the commlink that would convert the physical descriptions of the owner of the pass into the expo to his own.


September 9th, 2074 8:30am

The crowd continues to surge through the door, thousands of people moving into and out of the floor space. The movement shudders for a moment, one person frantically clawing his way back against the flow of the crowd, screaming in obvious panic. For a moment, the flow seems to inexplicably still, the crowd almost seeming to hold its breath, and a second cry rings out in the crowd. A third, and then a fourth follows, and the crowd seems to suddenly erupt in a frenzy, the mob taking its cues from the individual panicked members. A roar goes up, and the crowd is suddenly milling, pushing in every direction, surging against the gates and lines, pressing up against the totSec guards standing close. The guards shout, and suddenly grab at their headsets as communication is cut off, and a sharp ring of multiple feedback signals squeals out through the ‘Dome.

At the same moment, a large troll near the doorway reaches out, grabbing a hold of the nearest totSec guard and lifting him bodily off the ground, turning on heel and pitching the guard at the nearest other guard. Busy shouting at other guards, trying to regain control of the situation, the second guard was caught off guard, and the thrown body caught him full force in the chest, both of them going down. A soft pfft follows, preceding a blinding flash and a crack of noise. At this seemingly direct assault on totSec members, the other members of the security team, scattered among the 12 gates handling people flow and the exposition floor, open fire towards Clay, several members of the crowd being struck in the process. Rubber bullets strike flesh, not fatal but painful nonetheless, and with half the crowd blind or deaf or both, the gunfire only adds to the confusion and panic in the crowds. 1200 people surge in different directions, firmly establishing mass panic at the gates.



September 9th, 2074 8:31am

Two forms flow through the crowds, hands and feet blurring as they force their way rapidly through the crowds. The two figures split up as guards draw near, and abruptly become small whirling vortexes of contained violence. The woman glides up to the guard in her path, smoothing parrying the barrel of the shotgun he holds up and out of the way with a sweeping motion of her sheathed sword. Several knife edge strikes seek vulnerable places in the armor, and the guard stands stunned for a moment. But only a moment, as Ikari’s sweeping step drives her extended foot into the guards chest, knocking him backwards and off his feet, unconscious amid the milling crowd. The other man moving through the crowd with such intent never seems to need to reach his target, the guards head snapping back, visor cracking, with no apparent contact between them. By the time Atreus reaches the guard, he’s been struck a half dozen times and is barely keeping his feet. Atreus reaches out, pushing lightly against the guard’s shoulder and them moving on past him as the guard tilts back and slowly falls to the floor. The two of them meet up again, still driving through the crowds with the minimum necessary amount of applied force. Ahead of them, ARO’s light up the exposition floor of the dome, the equipment they’re looking for dotting the floor in various locations. With a nod towards a well dressed orc and an elf standing clear of the panicking mob, they move off across the floor. They easily intercept guards, who are singled out, lacking communication, and easily ambushed in the roaring crowd. Occasionally they make stops, grabbing handfuls of software chips or boxes of components and other electronics. Across the floor, the orc and the elf make a similar path, and although guards are encountered less frequently, they are no less unconscious when the pair leave them.

Ghosting to the various slaves on the security node, Porter follows the teams progress, foiling efforts to get the communications back online. While the BattleTac like system must have been devastating when well coordinated, when taken offline the systems were so much dead weight. He tapped camera after camera, observing with grim approval as the requested items are removed from various vendor displays. Suddenly, the next camera he jumped to was looped. The editing definitely wasn’t his work, to much finesse and too little force. The camera seemed to be pointed at a small oasis of calm.

Slipping past the loop, he calls up the feed. A half dozen people had taken cover from the panicking crowd and the gunfire in the booth of a commlink manufacturer. A tall elf, suit slightly wrinkled and hanging off his slim frame stood next to a thin female, possibly Latino. As Porter watches, the man seems to reach for a small plastic case next to several people that obviously work at the booth. They seem unware, and considering the amount of chaos happening outside the booth it wasn’t unreasonable. The elf picked up the case, but must have been heard, as several of the employees turn to look in his direction. He quickly flips the case behind the backs of the employees towards the Hispanic woman as they turn, who snatches it out of the air and seems to put something in to the case. Another series of semi-automatic gunfire rings out on the floor, and the employees turn back to look outside. As they do, she flips the case back to the elf, turning to engage the group of employees in conversation as he puts the case back on the table, apparently none the worse for the wear.

With a nod from him, they both obviously take their leave and begin to move towards the exit of the booth. Before he leaves, the elf suddenly turns and shouts, and makes an awkward lunge towards the table, belying the grace he’d displayed in moving before. The employees obviously notice, and several of them throw themselves at the elf, pushing him back while another grabs the case and curls protectively around it, rushing further back in the booth. Throwing up his hands in surrender, the elf flails around and extricates himself from the group, dashing off into the crowd. A female elf, obviously part of the employees of the booth, screams incoherently and looks around, grabbing the first thing that comes to hand and throwing it at the elf. The Latina seems to have disappeared sometime during the struggle.

The feed is suddenly cut off, and Porter finds himself face to face with an odd looking icon. She’s grinning impishly, and seems to be surrounded by a number of smaller programs, flitting and crawling around her in constant motion. She wiggles her fingers, and several of the smaller icons flock towards him. He stretches his hand back, a sledgehammer appearing in it as he starts to swing it forward, colliding squarely with one of the small icons and crushing it, the individual bytes dissipating in the ether. The rest of the icons dive at him, slashing and cutting at the algorithms that hold his icon together, de-rezzing little bits and pieces as they attempt to recreate “The Death of a Thousand Cuts.� Porter crushes another tiny program, and sends the sledgehammer whistling towards the fragile female figure’s head. At the last moment, she seems to glide out of the way, spreading her fingers forth and drawing a small machine pistol out of the ether. A stream of fire speeds towards Porter, clattering and pinging as they ricochet off his chest, none actually penetrating the armor.

Both virtual forms turn as a larger icon rezzes in, the colossal form of a Western Dragon looming over the two combatants. The black reptile eyes them both with a large yellowish orb nearly the size of each of them, and inhales. Both of the hackers scramble to get out of the way as a wash of acid streams through virtual space, burning through parts of Porter’s armor and severing several of the connections the slim female seems to have attached to the VR world around her. The two exchange glances from either side of the gargantuan IC, and nod, darting forward nearly simultaneously. Glittering trails left by the horde of small icons dance around the dragons head, causing the creature to roar and whip its head back and forth as small cuts appear in the creatures hide. Porter brings the sledgehammer around in a long arc, colliding with the mass of the beast at the same instant that a steady stream of bullets from the females twin machine pistols chew a path up the creatures flanks. It lets out one single long roar, and de-rezzes back into the virtual space. Panting, the two look at each other for a long moment before both looking up and away as a pair of matching roars echo through the node, heralding the eminent arrival of more IC. With a grin from the female and a grunt from Porter they turn, darting off in opposite directions.

September 9th, 2074 8:33am

Security’s coming back online. I recommend you be gone when it happens

Sweetness and Dervish send affirmatives back over the runner groups radio’s, and grab the last item on their list. Dodging back through the thinning crowd, they move rapidly towards the door, eluding the dwindling number of conscious guards on the floor. Suddenly, in front of them, a pair of forms materialize, each one a huge pile of sand and earth, concrete blocks and bits of asphalt in a vaguely humanoid form. Both of the earth spirits give a roar that sound like an avalanche and raise massive hands over their heads, sending them crashing down towards the pair. Out of nowhere, a bare blade collides with one descending fist. Ikari is driven to her knees, but she parries the fist and leaps forward, driving the blade into the creatures body and whipping it out as she dances around it. The other spirit stumbles backwards, arms flailing as if it’s being knocked almost off its feet. Atreus appears from the crowd, each step accompanied by a rhythmic series of strikes and kicks, still more than 5 meters from the spirit but obviously striking it over and over again. Sweetness and Dervish dart out around the occupied spirits and press into the crowd, quickly loosing themselves in the flow that is slowly beginning to consolidate into an outward movement.

Outside, they are quickly joined by Ikari and Atreus, the spirits apparently dispatched. Clay tosses another guard out of the way and wades through the crowd, most of it composed of people only as high as his waits or stomach, and joins the other four. Finding themselves in a spot of calm for a brief moment, the group comes face to face with a tall elf in a rumpled suit, a slightly shorter elf in a much neater looking suit, and an athletic looking Latina sporting Actioneer. Behind them, a guard seems to spot the group standing out from the crowd and shouts, motioning with his rifle for them to hit the ground. He raises the rifle to his shoulder to fire, and abruptly doubles over, gasping and grasping at his chest. The elf flashes a smile towards the sky, and the trio turn and dart off into the crowd.

In the distance, sirens can be heard. Much closer, the metallic clang of heavily armored feet on concrete sound through the crowd, and a squad of totSec guards, decked out in heavy mil-spec armor, come piling out of an ATV that is still sliding into the parking lot from the direction the trio took off in. Sweetness gives a bow and sweeps an arm out, indicating ladies first, in a direction away from the new contingent of heavily armed guards, and the group leaves, pushing through the last of the panicked mob and breaking out into clear streets and escape.

September 9th, 2074 10:33am

The living room floor of the safe house looks like a house with 12 kids 2 hours after Christmas morning. Containers and wrappers for dozens of different pieces of equipment litter the floor, and Porter actually seems less surly as he moves through the collection, cataloging and counting.

Screamsheets and newsnodes are plastered with pictures and rumors about what happened at the ‘Dome. TotSec is doing its best to keep the details under wraps, but the newscorps are screaming about corporate invasions, heavily armed death squads, mass raiding, and all sorts of other conjecture. Descriptions of the composition of the group that attacked the Omnidome ranges from a group of ninja-sararimen to an all troll Bliztball team and on up to AAA corp black ops. The extent of the damage is still being determined, but both the Tacoma Omnidome Management Team and Total Security have made public statements that they will be devoting all of their efforts towards finding the people that did this, and bringing them to justice. Screamsheet announcers comment on the ominous tone of that particular phrase.

September 8th, 2074; Prior to the run

Atreus awakens to the vibrating of is com and silently exits the house to the backyard. It is still very dark out, at least as dark as it gets in Seattle. Despite the darkness, there is a subtle glow to the sky caused by the sheer volume of lights illuminating parts of the city.

He begins by stretching, big muscle groups, then small; The process taking nearly half an hour. When that is complete he begins moving through a variety of katas; None of them pure to any style, rather a blending of what he can remember and what feels right.

By the time he is done, lights are on in the house and his teammates are moving. As he heads to the shower, he is a little tired. Not an exhausted tired, rather a all the nervous energy is gone kind of tired. He knows some of it will return when the run starts though, but he's successfully taken the edge off.

September 9th, 2074 10:45am

Though Atreus has an affinity for technology, it is more of a what can the tech do for me than anything else and he quickly bores with the toys, except the prospect of some new concentration games. Hell, Link set up his last com. He'd learned enough to keep up with what she'd done and how to use it, but he knew he was not in her, nor Porter's class with tech.

After ten minutes, Atreus is trying to get Dervish to go practice Parkour.

September 9th, 2074 13:45am

Sitting at a cafe, finished with his workout, he has his first contact in a few days with his brother...

<<@Atreus [Ammon] Hear about the all troll Bliztball team mixing it up with security at the Expo?>>

<<@Ammon [Atreus]I always told dad you'd grow up to be a troll. I hear that the linebacker in the parking lot was big even for a troll...>>

<<@Atreus [Ammon] Nice wig. Who was the looker?>>

<<@Ammon [Atreus]If you're really nice I'll introduce you... just so she can turn you into a frog... BTW: Next time how about you give me a heads up where you're gonna be. Wouldn't do if I sent one of your elementals back home early or end up getting hunted 'cause one of my teammates greased someone you run with....>>

<<@Atreus [Ammon] Yea. Yea. To both! I'll call you in a day or two.>>

<<@Ammon [Atreus]Chill.>>

The day was turning out well. The next few weeks might be a different story...

September 8th, 2074 3:00 am pre run

Dervish woke to the sound of his link phones buzzing in his ears. The precaution was to avoid waking the remainder of the team. Several of the members had objected to his plan to gain entrance. Atreus had complained somewhat. Although Dervish respected the adept, the fellow was still learing skills the Dervish had long ago mastered. He was of course unsure of the amount of astral sign he would be leaving, but counted on the mystics to muddy the waters considerably when they showed up in the morning.

September 9th 2070 14:45pm

The elf fought the urge to grin like a moron. The run had went beautifully. Sweetness had shown exactly where and when the ork said he would. The ork Clay was a precision machine. Dervish would one day have to inquire about any military service in the demolitions experts past. Inkari had shown courage and spirit facing the gaurds. Porter was of course, Porter but the hacker delivered on each of his promises. Atreus was a gem in a stand up fight. The elven B&E expert would more than definately have to work with the maerenath and learn what he could. The only thing that still bothered him was what did the corpsec goons suspect.

Time to find out. And not just rumours. Ask Max and Porter

He approached the ork hacker. I have two questions. One, how aware are the totSec gaurds of really happened? Two, how long will it take you to upgrade our as you said "shitty gear"?

The time since getting back to the house had been spent inventorying items and scanning data files in programs for tracking protocols. It was nice, the rest of the team was so wrapped up in themselves, no one came to bother him. Almost...

Porter looked up at Dervish's approach.

"They know that they got ass-raped. Nearly a dozen operatives were present on site and a dozen more in their host. There was at least one other team present. Looking into the matter is going to be a bad idea. For me to find out how much they know, I will have to hack their core network. That system is triple encrypted, laced with IC and huge sections of it are off-line, meaning I'd have to be onsite to do the hack. If you need more answers than that, kill a goat and read its intestines.

"As to fixing the shit-storm of gear that you and the others presented. Overall, including cracking the programs, a week maybe two. That should give you and the others plenty of time to kill gangers before we get to the actual task."

Dervish nods, "Well, then I will not be too concerned. I would suggest keeping an eye on the investigation to make sure nothing comes back and bites us. Besides I'm clean out of goat's at the moment." The elf smiles at the hacker briefly. "Thank you for your efforts" Boronit trog. I ask a basic question and you take my head off, learn to deal numbskull.

"All's well that end's well."

Waving a slim cheesy bread stick in his hand he stabs the cup of marinara sauce without a splash. After an enthusiastic bite, the ork comments, "A few more people attended then were invited."

"Alas, the price of popularity."

"Now, what of these villains, these 'Disassemblers'?"

Each day, Porter takes one or two commlinks from his teammates and returns it looking almost untouched from the outside. All files are transferred and security updates are installed. Working with Clay is fairly quick, involving only a flushing of the firmware and downloading of the new system files.

With the hardware addressed, Porter goes into his bedroom and locks the door. Occasionally he stumbles out, grabbing a bottle of water and a sandwich before heading back in. Talking to him generally takes several seconds for the words to process before there is any acknowledgment that he heard you.

Dervish watches as Porter drifts to his room. He sighs.

"Well now then. As Sweeteness has said what about the Disassemblers?"

A ghost of a smile passes the elf's face smiles when he says the orks chosen street name, it is clearly amusing to him. The smile fades to nothing as he mentions the gang.

"We want what they have, so how do we get it? I am proposing a small surveillence run for the next three days. Done well, it will give us all the information we could ever want on these animals. Who will join me?"

The elegant ork carries in a Yves Saint Laurent shopping bag and unloads a set of vendor machine flats. With a practiced eye he unfolds the mustard grey coverall, and after a brief foray into the kitchenette involving sprinkling of condiments and cheap beer, he returns and changes into the now soiled outfit.

After carefully hanging his silk shirts on hangers and putting them away, he strides towards the front door of the safe house.

With a cheery wave, a small bow, and a broad wink to everyone in attendance.

"Time to go play undercover brother!"

Dervish watches as the high class ork steps out the door in flats. He blinks quietly a few times. I wonder if we should inform him what these monsters do for a living. Oh I suppose he'll find out.

He rises from, the table and goes to his room. After twenty minutes he reemerges utterly changed.

The lean elven figure is clad in a form fitting black bodysuit. A pair of large AR googles covers the top half of his face. The lower half is no longer recognizable. He wears a black tool belt around his waist and has a small pistol tucked in the right hand holster.

"I'm going to make sure he doesn't screw up the recon. Anyone want to come with?"

The bus rumbled along the street, the grid guide coaching the installed matrix pilot along it's route, unfilled potholes and the occasional shattered street lights, and intermittent interior lights reminding Gregor of someone.

The bus had done it's circuit of the local area, and he only had a few minutes left, reluctantly he made the call, there were always things one really didn't want to know. But in the long run it was always better to know and deal with it then to die in ignorance.

Sweetness punched the icon to connect and made his request, "My lady light.... a business matter. I am investigating a matter involving a group naming themselves the "Disassemblers", and would be well served by any information you might know of them."

Atreus watches as Dervish exits the house dressed like James Bond from A View to a Run. "Quaint. What was that about screwing up the run though...?" he snickers with a little laugh. Atreus had chosen dark street clothes and a snug pair of running shoes himself.

No need to ride the bike this time. I think I'll take the bus. He makes his way to a bus stop and waits with the various others... A pair of college kids, a house keeper done across town to a job in a well to do home no doubt, a couple of teenage punks with more time than common sense snickering as they communicate in AR....

The ride is longer he'd like and takes three transfers to get to the neighborhood but he gets there. This afternoon he'll making a quick sweep one block away looking for potential lookouts and flagging their locations in AR for Dervish to follow up on while his uses one of the agents provided by Porter to locate video feeds. With this smoking hot com gear it should be nothing to find their surveillance network.

He's also hoping to find the feed for an internal camera and in turn perhaps find a vehicle capable of carrying the weaponry out.

Between programs, Porter queues up several data searches as requested by team members. When the information is compiled, he dumps it into the house trideo for the team to look at.

"Any other data searches, tell the agents I gave you to do them."