--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1916 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Team Chat - Encrypted
<<Sealed shut with a break sensor.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1635 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

<<I think the boat just became a nonissue. She’s going the wrong way, headed southeast towards Renton, too fast to be walking.>>

Truth begins firing commands into the matrix.

<<.Vehicle identified. Range Rover 2068. Three others in the vehicle with her. Searching.>>

Truth broadcasts the truck's node address, then begins scanning for personas near the doctor. A few seconds pass.

<<Occupants identified as Hillary Cummings, Brian Bradshaw, and Robin Stacy. Searching and cross-referencing them.>>



--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1725 - Nyen Lang, Seattle—

The bouncing red ball slows to walking speed on the grounds of a country club in Renton.

<<They’re stopped. Golf course. Looks like they’re settling in for a round of 18 and probably dinner afterwards. There’s no way she’s making the boat trip to the lab tonight.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1725 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

"Her day off. Of course. Otherwise it would be too easy."

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1917 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Truth glances up from watching the replay of the Las Vegas Gran Prix when he remembers that he forgot to mention what he'd found about the other golfers.

<<"This just keeps getting worse. Hillary Cummings is her sister. Brian Bradshaw is Hillary's boyfriend. Based on Hillary's blog entry, Robin is the doctor's blind date, and they have a late night dinner reservation at Wanda's Witchery. Based on how slow they're playing, these four are going to take all night to finish this round, and it'll be after 11pm before they're done with dinner, and she won't be home until midnight, if she goes home at all.">>

Dropping out of VR again, he glances around the room.

<<"Good thing we didn't invest a lot in the plan to attack her on the sound.">>

<<Chat>>
<<That's fine then, possibly better. If DD can get her commlink to not take incoming calls, the hit team can wait until after the datasteal team is done and it wont matter if they send her a warning, she wont get it, and by the time she would the hit team would have done...well she wouldn't get it regardless.>>

<<DD, since you are already into her Commlink and all that, can you pull anything from the commlink about the facility? Like mapsofts? or Anything else?>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1917 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

As more and more searching and data collection is happening more of you are starting to see a pattern or the big picture coming to light. You are seeing that the facility itself is being data swept keeping it's cover and concealment. The data of the facility is highly controlled from the lack of any data with the Doctor and how secure her commlink is. The security of the facility is small in number. This is pointing to the fact that it's an active black ops mission for the military. So you can make some assumptions the security force will most likely be Special Forces. The facility will have a fast response time for more troops. Anything on site will also be of military grade. Though this looks like the you have nothing on the facility it in fact the lack of data given you more information.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1917 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Team Chat Channel:
<<I am not in her commlink, I am in the security node of her apartment building. Her commlink is much more secure than this.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1917 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Team Chat Channel:
<<Tom>> The hit team can hit them on the golf course.We have plenty of time toget there. Are we still planning to split the team with the advent that we will meet special forces on the data steal? This is going to get bloody real quick guys.

Even if we dont need the boat. Lets arainge for him to transport us away from here till things cooloff . Maybe some nice camping after the job up the coast>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1917 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

<<"Truck's registered to her. I'm poking around to see whether its' matrix security has been beefed up. If it's not as crazy as the security on her commlink, want to take it over, Double D?">>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1917 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

"Alright. This place is harder to get into than Charlie's panties, apparently. We have someone on the other side, at least as smart as me, actively cleaning up any leaks of data about this facility. Which means, in turn, that I need someone smarter than me, -and- my opponent, to advise me."

Jake heads into the Seattle data havens, and decides to come at this from the opposite direction...

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1917 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Team Chat Channel:
<<Hm... I think her truck will be as secure as her commlink... but let me see if I find a weakness. I'll take the long way, so as not to alert her.>>

DD starts to probe the truck's matrix security for an hour.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1917 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Team Chat Channel:
<<I'll give you a hand on it.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2017 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

After an hour, and with Jake's help, DD finally finds an exploit to use to enter the trucks' security system node - and with security access.


Team Chat Channel:
<<Ok, we're in. Not as much security as expected. Want me to set up a back door, so you can check it out, Truth?>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1917 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

<<"Wow. My pants are harder to get into than her truck's node. That's an off the shelf motor vehicle node if I've ever seen one. I'm amazed. I've got a better firewall than that protecting my sunglasses.">>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1918 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Etoile frowns and begins idly drumming her fingers on the table.

Team Chat - Encrypted <<Why do we need to 'ack 'er car? All we need to do is 'ack /another/ car, something big, and crash it into 'ers. It'll look like a real accident until they can finish the investigation, which could take 'ours if we're careful>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2018 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Team Chat Channel:
<<She could survive a car crash.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2018 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

<<"Just need to take control of a convenient garbage truck, city bus, or train to hit her with, but it should work. It'll probably kill fifteen or twenty other people in the process, along with her sister, her sister's boyfriend, and this jackass Robin, though. She might live, but I'd bet against it.">>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2019 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

DD doesn't like the thought of killing that many people just to get one woman, but stays silent so far.

Bloody butcher...

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1919 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Team Chat - Encrypted <<It is an option then, not ideal, but safer for us than fighting 'er pet elemental.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1919 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

<<Team Chat>> <<I have a lead on the facility's data footprint. Seems it caught the eye of the local shadow hackers, and I'm talking to someone who can clue me in on what goes on involving the place, including their deliveries of commercial nanoforges and such.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1919 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

<<Ok guys, its time for Dancing Eyes and I to start our summoning if we want to recover from the drain by the run tonight. I think Noowan should summon up an extra spirit too while he has time to recover. Another Water Spirit could help against the Fire Spirit thats bound to her.>>

<<Let us know whats up with the plan though, it shouldn't take much time but we'll need to concentrate while we do it.>>

"I'm going to go collect all my stuff and go do my thing. I'll stay on the comm line so I can listen in." Charlie tells the group, and then heads home

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1945 - Decker Resisence - Bellevue, Seattle--

Once she gets home Charlie moves down to her basement and quickly disrobes. She brings a large basin of water into her circle and lights the quartet of colored candles. This time instead of a brown candle for the 5th candle, she lights a blue one.

"Water element of intuition, element of emotion, I need your aid. Come to me, grant me your serenity and strength." she calls focusing her will on the blue candle then letting it spill over into the pool as the Water Spirit takes shape from the standing water.

[ Spoiler ]

Summoning Roll: 11 dice 3 hits
Resisting Summoning Roll: 5 dice 2 hits
Resisting Drain: 10 dice
vs DV 4 3 hits
Resting 1 hour: 7
dice 2 hits

After the test of wills ended Charlie dismissed the Water Spirit back into the ether until it would be needed. Then she sagged against the cool concrete of the floor, curling up to rest from the strain.

April 11,2070,1920


<<team chat>>
how far away from the car is she,and her guards I am asuming they are her gaurds,if far enough away I can rig the car to blow. I got the stuff.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1919 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Gecko had been sat in a corner all afternoon, quietly listening while the others planned, plotted and investigated. In that time he had field-stripped and rebuilt an Ingram SmartgunX, tested it's 'Gecko Grip' system by sticking it to the underside of his chair, the small of his back, the wall and the ceiling and finally tested it's chameleon coating by making it vanish whilst stuck to the roof pointed at the door.

He used his newly acquired hardware toolkit to test a bewildering array of electronic widgets and gizmos which he carefully stored in the pockets of his olive green and khaki jumpsuit.

He has scanned himself, his new gear and all of his team-mates with a device called a 'Non-Linear Junction Detector, whatever that is' before burning out or destroying a number of RFID tags.

Finally, about an hour ago, he pulled the out-sized hood of his jumpsuit right up over his head and face and gradually faded into invisibility.

<<team chat>>

I'm not sure trying to plant a bomb in her car is a good plan. She's a rigger after all, would be kind of embarrassing to get run over by the car you're trying to sabotage.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1919 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Etoile glances at Noowan, then nods.

Team Chat - Encrypted <<You 'ave explosives and can set them up? Finally 'e says something useful. It would be safest if we break into 'er 'ouse and plant a device there. We can blow 'er up and if she somehow survives storm in while she is 'urt. Does anyone 'ave a problem with this as our main attack plan? The only problem I can see is if she does not go 'ome, then we will have to remove the bomb and track 'er down.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1919 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--


Team Chat - Encrypted << Tom>Lets revisit the option of causeing a car wreck. we can chose the spot so as we are in position to finish the job if shes not killed. I would prefer they wonder about a seeming accedent than be certin of a blast.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1920 - Nyen Lang, Seattle—

<<�We can’t choose a spot because we don’t know her route of travel. We were planning on how to hit her on the boat back from the island tonight, and now she’s playing night golf on a blind date on the far side of town. I found her dinner reservation, but she’s as likely as not to drop her sister and her sister’s boyfriend at the restaurant and go to Robin’s place, or get on a plane to Vegas to get married, or go into Puyallup to chase children through an abandoned building with a reciprocating saw, or head out to the Cascades to go pull an ork train, or….�>>

Truth rambles for another thirty seconds of arbitrary stupid things to do on a Friday night before he catches himself.

<<“We can’t really be sure where the hell she’s going to go, so any plan more complicated than ‘follow her around, and shoot her when the time is right’ is pretty much a waste of time.�>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1920 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--

Dancing Eyes nods at Charlie, then to the group, and makes his exit.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 1950 - Redmond, Seattle--

Dancing Eyes sat cross-legged atop the abandoned apartment slum, gazing at the sky. He sang a song about the trickster spirit, the flying coyote. He sang a song of things that were not what they appeared to be, and fools that wandered off and were lost forever. His song reached out to the spirits of the sky, and the skies answered with their own song of wind and magic. He closed his eyes and focused on the competing energies, imploring his ancestors to assist him on his quest. Coyote enjoyed his song, and sent a wispy, intangible creature to aid him.

He smiled, and sang a song about the sunset's beauty to thank the spirits.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2000 - Nyen Lang, Seattle--


Team Chat - Encrypted << Tom> Its getting late. I say we move to a position on the island so we are all there and ready when we decide to go. we are looking at doing this in the next 2-4 hrs. if we do it soon she will still be on the golf course. I will volenteer to do recon if needed.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2200 - Farry RD., Seattle--

The two teams meet up at the dock at Downtown Seattle on Ferry RD which is the old ferry docks no longer used. There at the dock stands Riptide on the prow of his boat looking on at the team. Riptide stands 1.7 meters looks about 70kg, he's dressed in his armored wetsuit and a marine camo armored jacket over it. His boat gently rocks with the waves of the sound. The night is calm and cool. The clouds are covering the stars and moon light making for a perfect night for shadow work that's to be done.

<<"Well ladies and gentleman we could not have asked for a better night for this. Now who is all catching a ride with me?">> Riptide asks by text over the teams comm's as he looks around at the group.<<"If we are going to get there at a time you where planning we need to get going. It's going to take about an hour or more to there undetected">>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2200 - Farry RD., Seattle--



<<"Im ready lets get moveing">> Tom steps onto the boat wearing His urban cammo jumpsuit under a black trench. He drops his pack and a duffel into the boat . His only visable weapon is a shotgun that briefly swings into view from under the trench, obviously on a sling of some sort.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2200 - Farry RD., Seattle--

Charlie arrived earlier than the others since she wasn't traveling from the same place. The girl's hair was a deep deep black, pulled tight with the tight and tucked under a black baseball cap. The young mage was wearing black cargo pants, a black shirt, a black vest, and a pair of black boots. She was also wearing the glasses she'd bought of Jake, but underneath those she was wearing her contact lenses with their smartlink system connected to the pistol that was holstered in the right cargo pocket of her pants. She had two clips of regular bullets, but the clip loaded into the pistol was gel rounds.

Once the others arrived, she smiled. "Looks like its time to get going. Everyone going, over to the island, please get on the boat so we can start working the spirit mojo." While she was waiting for everyone to load up Charlie blushed, and touched herself in a fairly intimate place, quickly whispering a few words. "I have a sustaining focus in a piercing...It seemed like a good place to put it at the time." she confesses to Jake who she just knew had caught the motion somehow, the pervert. With the spell in place, her reflexes were stretched to the max, putting her on an even footing with those using cyber speed enhancers. If she had to drop it she would, it hadn't cost her much effort after all, though she doubted she'd hear the end of it from Jake if she had to keep groping herself whenever she cast it.



Once everyone was in the boat she starts issuing orders to the Spirits. First she spoke to the spirit Noowan had bound and was lending her. "Thank you for your help Water Spirit. I would like you to conceal this boat from everyone that isn't currently on the boat until I tell you to stop."

Next she issues orders to her own bound water spirit. It was more powerful than Noowans, but she had barely bested it in their contest, she'd could only call upon it for this one service. "Spirit of Water, I thank you for your agreement to perform this service. I would like you to use your power to conceal Jake, Ralph, and myself from all those not currently on this boat until I ask you to stop."

"Dancing Eyes, could you have your spirit conceal you, Gecko, and Tom?"

[People that are on the boat and will be able to see: Riptide, DD, Truth, Charlie, Jake, Dancing Eyes, Tom, Ralph, Gecko
Force 3 concealment on the boat
Force 5 concealment on Tom, Gecko, Charlie, Jake, Dancing Eyes, and Ralph

The instructions aren't issued until we are ready to get going so that way we can communicate with the hit team right up until we leave.]

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2200 - Ferry Rd, Seattle--

Gecko balanced lightly on the prow of the boat as Charlie worked her magics.

<<Teamchat>>

We need to deal with comms before we leave. Jake downloaded a package of stuff for me yesterday, most of it is of little use to the rest of you but some of it probably will be. Nobody will have better software and it would be nice to know that everybody has the same minimum specs. Jake can you install the package for everyone and make sure all the active comm-links are safely spoofed, encrypted and hidden?

A software package becomes available for upload on the teams network.



When you start the TacSoft you may not have enough channels to connect. If so I've got a bunch of little sensor packages here that I can give you to bring you up to speed.

Ralph, would it be possible for you to follow my intrusion through my simrig? You've got a pretty keen eye and you might spot something I overlook while I'm out there on my own with my ass blowing in the wind.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2202 - Farry Rd, Seattle--

Having taken a detour via her house to change and collect her more obvious gear Etoile arrives just after the arranged meeting time.

Her outfit consisting of the combo of slightly faded black office trousers, a simple black top of a similar bland shade of off black and a plain looking Aces High Jacket with the Ace of Spades logo option on the back. The pockets of her outfit seem crammed with various objects and she hefts a plastic wrapped bundle of roughly submachine gun size.

Team Chat - Encrypted <<I suspect it won't be secure for us working on the mainland to use the tactical software, but I will take a copy just in case.>>

Setting the downloads going Etoile flicks out the blades of her hand razors, one finger at a time, checking they're in working order.

Team Chat - Encrypted <<We will stay as close to 'er as we can then. And when DD tells us it is time to move in we shall decide 'ow to 'andle the work.>>

She glances at each member of the Data Steal team, trying her best at an encouraging smile.

Team Chat - Encrypted <<Good luck with your boating trip, try not to die.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2151 – Downtown, Seattle—

Truth only half pays attention as the Dodge navigates the streets of downtown, as his consciousness focuses on cruising Titanium Lucid’s VPN for MCT Rotodrone sensor upgrade software.

This quick fix should get me through until I can get my hands on something more permanent.



--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2203 – Ferry Road, Seattle—

The black pickup skids to a stop in the gravel parking lot of the old ferry terminal. After grabbing the software bundle that Gecko is publishing, Truth updates the software his drones are running, runs a last preflight checkup, and starts his launch sequence.

The tailgate drops and the liftgate of the cap raises, as the trio of drone racks arms. Truth runs one last preflight diagnostic, then fires the first two racks.

A hiss of compressed air hurls one converted law enforcement drone into the night sky, followed by the modified MCT rotodrone. Both craft take to the sky, their skins shimmering and fading into a matte black and vanishing into the night sky.

In the cab, Truth is limp, his mind linked to the gunship helicopter rather than his own flesh. The cool night air in the turbulence around the ACHE whips over his skin as he climbs towards the sky. At a comfortable altitude, he dips his nose and heads off into town, weaving through buildings. An AR window overlay displays the doctor’s location, as the potentially doomed foursome continues their game. A second displays the input from the rotodrone flying in formation with it. Clear of the skyscrapers of downtown, Truth commands the Rotodrone’s dog brain to fly to the course and loiter at 500 meters, staying above the doctor’s calculated position. The LEBD-1 is commanded to loiter at 500 meters above the Rotodrone.

Once on station, the Rotodrone’s cameras zoom in, watching the golfers. The image from the camera is routed through the tacsoft, and routed to anyone else in the “secured� network.

<<�Testing video. Everyone receiving?�>>



Satisfied at the input from the pair of drones, Truth emerges to AR and climbs out of the truck. As is to be expected of someone who works over the matrix, he travels light. The armored vest looks awkward on his scrawny frame, and the big silenced Predator looks equally ridiculous in his hands as he checks it over before stuffing it into a holster. A compartment on his right forearm pops open, and he slips in 2 Kanmushi bug drones and 2 Fly-Spys, before closing it again. The satellite uplink antenna gets plugged into his datajack and dropped into a pocket. A toolkit disappears into an oversized thigh pocket.

Confident that he’s got his gear sorted, Truth fires the third drone rack, launching the second LEBD-1 into the night air. It does a quick, small circle of the parking lot then settles onto the go-fast boat’s spoiler, engages its’ gecko tips, and fades into the hull’s muted colors. The converted law enforcement drone’s MP-LMG barrel protrudes like a stinger and its’ mechanical arm drums its’ fingertips on the hull, the Pilot manifesting Truth’s nervous energy.

“Let’s get rolling.�

As the others prepare, Truth settles into a seat, running the smart heavy weapon’s diagnostic for the tenth time, tracking the doctor, and reading about the morning news traffic girl’s explosive breakup with a local talk radio comedian.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2200 - Ferry Rd, Seattle--

Ralph settles onto the boat after having seen Charlie working her magic. <<I'm not too good with the computer stuff, but if you can get the feed to show up Gecko, I can certainly watch as you go.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2200 - Farry RD., Seattle--

Jake stands on the beach, next to his motorcycle, the engine ticking and cooling as he focuses himself. He reaches into the saddlebags and pulls out the Mossberg shotgun, and modified sling, hanging it across his back. The Ruger hand cannon gets moved from back to side, and he pockets some extra ammo for each. Shock gloves and a pair of shock batons on his thighs completes his combat set. Pulling his hair back, he tugs on an black-and-purple ballcap, with a symbol glowing where the team logo should be: Symbol on Hat. Taking a deep breath, and messaging Mei to let her know it's started, he locks up the bike, and heads down to the boat.

He seems a little more focused, more serious than usual, as if the lack of good leg-work results has him more concerned. He runs a quick check on his cyberware, and his internal and external networks, when he notices Charlie's heartbeat starts to jump. He looks over, just in time to see her blush a little and pulling a hand back...
"I have a sustaining focus in a piercing...It seemed like a good place to put it at the time." He takes a second to realize what he just saw, and grins widely. "Makes sense to me...but there's some places even -I- won't put chrome." He looks at his fingers... "Well, -implant- chrome."

As the mages do their thing, he steps onto the boat, dropping a sling backpack, and unwrapping a satellite uplink. "DD, you're probably going to need this to get signal out here on the boat to support the team. Use the low-orbit satellites, less lag." With that, he closes his eyes, and prepares for the nastiest job he's been a part of yet.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2200 - Primary Node of Jake's Internal Network--
Jake loads Marie, and sighs. "This is it. I'm going to need serious backup, and I need you at a moment's notice. Load from my headware, and follow me in Stealth mode as I go. There may be cybercombat, and I may need to kill a rival hacker on this compound. If I enter cybercombat, load Armor, Medic, Attack, Black Hammer, and Trace, and find the target and wreck him." Marie nods, and Jake waits.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2200 - Ferry Road, Seattle--

DD is wearing a thight black Urban Explorer jumpsuit and goggles instead of her shades. Her fiberoptic hair is dark green tonight, not as neon as she'd like, but she doesn't want to be a target. A currently not used respirator dangles on her neck, and her Ares Predator is stuck in a holster on her right thigh. The rest of her gear is in a bag, including her lined coat and civlian clothes to change into.

Hope this goes well... this should be my debut, not my career end.

Her field of view is full of semi-transparent AR windows showing all channels she is monitoring, as well as a plethora of data she has not use for. But it feels good to have all that data, especially with a TacNet to feed it to. Her cybereyes and her ear buds are feeding data into the 'net, as does a signal scanner in her pocket. Her simrig is running, hooked to the net as well, although DD is not sure what use it'll be for judging the tactical situation.

And I bet Jake's using it to check if I am wearing underwear or what.

Chewing some gum, the woman grins, her face showing more confidence than she has.

Team Chat Channel:
Ok, I'll follow Jake, monitoring his progress and helping out, until I am needed at the other job.

DD still uses euphemism for the wetwork - the whole thing doesn't sit that right with her, but her greed, and desire to become a "pro" are stronger than her morals. So she searches for a good, comfortable spot under cover on the boat, and goes VR, hooking up to the satlink.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2200 - Ferry Road, Seattle--

An Agent loaded to be a defensive Hunter-Killer and a dedicated commlink to run it on get added to Truth's shopping list as he continues planning how to spend the money he hasn't gotten paid yet.

<<"I'll whistle when something comes up. That, or I'll lean over and poke you.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2245 - Puget Sound, Seattle--

Data Theft Team
The boat fades in the wave as it pulls away from the dock, then Riptide hits it to get there on time. As you get out into the sound the air get cooler. After a little the boat slowdown as Riptide comes over the sub-vocal channel.

<<Team Sub-Vocal>>
<<OK, everyone were coming up on the sensor buoy so be quite and still>>



<<Nice that was smooth.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2320 - Bainbridge Island, Eagledale--

Data Theft Team
The end of the first leg comes in view an older ferry dock vary rarely used anymore. There are only a few lights but none that light up the dock. The boats engines die and the boat gently slides up to the dock.

<<First stop, please watch your step. Thank you for chosing Riptide waterways.>>
<<OK, I know it's not the time of humor but man you guys need to lighten up a little do you want to live forever?>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2320 - Bainbridge Island, Eagledale--

<<"It's always time for humor. And evidently, dinner. They're wrapping up at the golf course. Four in the truck, headed for Wanda's Witchery. Shadowing the diners. Lifting off to circle around and get a look at the building from the west.>>

The LEBD-1 stuck to the spoiler spins up its' rotors, the electric motor humming softly, then disengages its' gecko tips, lifts off, and heads southeast across the mouth of Eagle Bay, skimming the water. On landfall, it follows Taylor Avenue south to Eagle Harbor Drive, using the treeline to mask itself from prying eyes at the facility. Truth smirks subconsciously as he jogs the helicopter along the quiet country road, its' node hidden, its' skin camouflaged. At a break in the treeline, near the west end of the bay, he banks right and sprints across the water, back to the north shore to pick up the rest of Eagle Harbor Drive, before taking a quick right on Lovell, and following that to Parfitt Way. Halfway back to the facility, he gently sets down on a roof, sticking the helicopter in place, spinning the blades down, and shifting the coloration to match the shingles.



--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2320 - Renton--

The duo of drone helicopters float through the night air, nearly invisible as they follow the sport utility vehicle through sleepy southern Renton to the famous Wanda's Witchery. The rotodrone waits, processing its' command to notify Truth when it spots the doctor.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2320 - Bainbridge Island, Eagledale--
Charlie hoped up onto the dock as the boat came into a stop. This was it, her first run, and it was officially started.

<<subvocal>>
<<I don't know about forever, but I certainly want to hit eighteen.>>

The young mage loaded up the tacsoft program and gave a soft wow...it was incredible all the information it was feeding her. <<Its time to get going I think. I'm going to make myself invisible? We are being hidden under the spirit's power, but I'm not very good it sneaking around.>>



Charlie waves her hand and then fades from view for a seconds before reappearing. She makes the same gesture again and fades once more, this time she stays invisible, hooking the spell through her most powerful foci, a silver ring. Well her most powerful sustaining foci at any rate, her power focus was much more powerful in what it let her accomplish.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2320 - Bainbridge Island, Eagledale--

As the boat drew alongside the dock, Gecko sprang silently from the prow, his chameleon coating rendering him almost invisible. Catching one of the supporting pillars he vaulted up into the underside of the deck that vehicles used to drive on to the ferry.

He reappeared moments later on the beach, assuming one had RADAR or ultrasound and a keen eye, he glided tracelessly and silently along the south edge of the car-park before disappearing into the grounds of the houses that backed onto the beach.

He paused here and took his time checking for sensors and stealthily ghosted his way onto the roofs, using them to approach as close as possible to the edge of the compound. A real-time ASIST feed was being transmitted back over the encrypted link to DD so that Ralph could shadow him with a trode-net and warn him of anything he failed to spot himself.



Safely ensconced looking down on the facility he set up his Sat-link and fired up his sensor array.

<<sat-channel-1-encrypted>>

Hey DD, I'm in position. Radio scanner is online, go ahead and scan for wireless sources in the compound.

Gecko took his time while DD was doing that to get his bearings and to use his RADAR and other sensors to probe the perimeter for sensors.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2330 - Bainbridge Island, Eagledale--

Data Theft Team
Gecko: You get up to the fence line just fine. There are three wireless sources they are all located at the northwest corner of the compound.

Here is the layout of senors and lights. link
Here is the floor plan before any changes by the military. link

april 11 2070,2200

<<subvocal>>

<<small carge on the inside of the righr rear tire when she crosses a bridge pop tire goes a good tape with another car off she goes then I make like I am helping and make shure she is done for or we wait>>.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2330 - Bainbridge Island, Eagledale--

<<sat-channel-1-encrypted>>

OK folks, as you can see from the plots I'm adding here on the TacNet, we've got 15 sensor packages with Ultrawideband RADAR, MAD scanners, Motion Sensors and microphones. The RADAR in particular is a major problem. If you look at the map the sensor installation on the Eastern end of the Southern edge of the compound is directly above the water. I might be able to approach it from below, none of those sensors will penetrate the water, and get close enough to get a fiber-optic tap on it. From there it's up to DD and Jake to penetrate the sensor net and spoof it so we can get into the compound.

Gecko backs, carefully, away from the compound over the rooftops and back down to the shoreline.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2330 - Bainbridge Island, Eagledale--


Tom changes into his "work" cloaths on the trip over to the island. He pulls his chemilion suit on over his jump suit . Removeing a number of items from his duffel and putting them in his pockets. He assembles a Sniper rifel slowly and maticulessly and slings it over his back , it seems to blend in perfectly with his suit.

setting aside the mosburg He removes the last item from the duffel . An assult shotgun equily as black as the sniper rifel it seems to dissappear as he slings it in a ready position barel down and the stock under his arm pit. He makes a couple quick slinging motions and it pops up into fireing position with ease.

Putting the mossburg and the rest of his supplies into the duffel he puts it out of the way

<<sat-channel-1-encrypted>>
<<Do what you do. If we can splice in undetected, and we're lucky enough that base security and data security are somehow connected, I might be able to avoid ever interacting with this place physically. Everyone else, hang back, and try not to burst out in a fit of opera.>>

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2245 - Puget Sound, Seattle--

Dancing Eyes gestures to the astral signatures of Gecko and Tom. My friends and I need to remain hidden. Can you help us with that? The wisp nods its assent, and Dancing Eyes returns his attention to the physical world. He slowly, methodically tucks his copious locks of hair underneath a nearly skintight hood of nuKevlar. Once this is finished, he turns his mind inward, recalling the ancient rites used to call upon magic directly. He gently brushes the bandanna around his forehead as the mana settles into a steady rhythm.

He draws several deep breaths to calm himself after the exertion, then opens his eyes and waits with the rest of the team.

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2245 - Puget Sound, Seattle--


Tom waits for the spell to complete then slips into the shadows to move into a position where he can support his team

--Friday April 11th, 2070 at 2330 - Bainbridge Island, Eagledale--

The Tactical network relays positional information on three contacts on the northwest side of the building, along with a confirmation of four designated targets inside Wanda's Witchery, 22 miles away, in southern Renton. Truth flips back and forth between the inputs from the drones and his trace on the doctor's internal commlink as he relays specifics.

<<"Visual on the guards. One emplaced LMG, and two walkers. I've got clear shots at all three, I'm well within my effective range, and I'm pretty sure I'm outside return rifle fire range. I'm lined up on the machinegunner. Tom, if you can get a line on the guard at the gate, stay with him. We'll deal with the roamer with whatever's handy. No other contacts, which fits the info concerning this place only running 4 days a week.>>

In the skies above Renton, his consciousness enters the armed law enforcement drone, loads his Vehicle Identification software and begins orbiting the restaurant, cataloging the other cars in the parking lot, unloads the program, and goes looking for additional exits to the restaurant.



<<Also have visual a confirmation that the signal I've been tracking all afternoon actually IS the doctor. Her truck is still in the parking lot and they're still at dinner. Witchery surroundings are heavily wooded, so lines of sight are obscured at ground level. Double D, if you've got a few, can you get into the restaurant's security host to take a look for internal cameras? I'd hate to think that they're plotting how to ditch their surveillance, or waiting for the cavalry to come while I'm puttering around watching the rabbits fuck. Etoile, you all in the neighborhood and ready to move?">>