Sully walks in behind PD and snags a coffee from the pile. "Howdy boys." She casual slings the duffel to the ground and begins to gear up. She doesn't even hestitate to strip down in front of the team. Her back is scored with scar tissue and her sides. She begins to pull on a full set of form fit, followed by some forearms guards. She straps on a sheath for what looks like a small club down the center of her back and two smaller ones alongside the inside of her wrists. She moves around through a series of katas and makes a final adjustment to her holders. She pulls on a jumpsuit, zips it up and pulls on a hood. With a quick snap the whole suit blends into the background of the garage. "Sweet." She flips it off and slips to the floor to sip the coffee.

Wraith smiles at the display. Good to see others as prepaired as I.

He can't help but stare for a moment at ragged lines drawn in Sully's flesh, but decorum forces him to avert his eyes quick enough.

Jack, a little shyer, already has the leggings for the form fit on under his jeans, and it's the work of only a minute to strip off the rest of his clothes and pull on the flat black jumpsuit. His back and chest are crisscrossed with scars as well, but they're the precise, thin scars left from multiple surgeries. An armored vest goes on over the jumpsuit, and the duster is turned inside out to reveal the matte black lining, obviously armored to the discerning eye. A flat case strapped across his back holds the precious eletronics that make him so useful to the team, and a thin, black holster holds the pistol at his side. He takes a few moments to reassemble the rifle from the case, slinging it across the case, pointing down, and tugs the hood back, snugging the gloves on his fingers as he reached for one of the cups.

Sully leans back against an outside wall of the garage, still sitting on the floor. She still has her everpresent shades on. When Jack slips out of his shirt she speaks, her voice husky and playful. "You smell real good."

Jack chuckles as he dresses.

"Ah s'pose if you like the scent of spraypaint and kerosene, that's your right."

Sully rises from the floor, setting the coffee down. "True, I should make sure I know what I'm talking about." She slowly walks over to Jack and starting at his left shoulder takes a slow even breath in as she walks around behind him. She pauses at his right ear, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispers. "I was right, you smell damn good." With that she walks over to her duffel and tosses it into the van and resumes her post with coffee in hand.

Wraith rolls his eyes and climbs into the van, "All aboard!"

Jack's back stiffens as she prowls around him, a flush creeping up his cheeks at the rather abrupt manner.

He gives a slightly embarrassed chuckle as she walks away, craning his head over his shoulder to run his gaze over her body in obvious assessment.

"Ah wouldn't kick you out of bed for eatin' crackers either, ma'am."

Ember walks back into the garage from wherever it is she disappeared to. She didn't mention anything to anyone else. She's replaced her paint stained cutoff tank with a nondescript pullover to disguise her form fit, and her secure trench is slung over one shoulder.
She pauses for a moment upon entering the garage, gaze drifting from Sully to Jack and back again. She lifts an eyebrow at no one in particular and curls her lithe frame into a crosslegged position next to Sully.

"So. Where are we at?" She looks around for Trace.

"Right," Trace says from behind the van. The mage had changed into his working gear while all eyes where on Sully. Combat boots replaced loafers, black canvas slacks with cargo pockets replaced suit pants, and a black turtle neck pullover covered the rest of him. A glimpse of Form Fitting body armor can be seen underneath as he finishes pulling down the sweater. "Like Wraith says, let's get it on. PD< take the wheel, our first order of business will be to drive the neighbor hood so everyone can get a good look at it okay?" Trace slides the vans side door open as he speaks, gesturing for everyone to climb aboard.

Wraith gives PD a copy of the mapsoft he made of the area to help guide him.

Slotting the new mapsoft below the Seattle one he slotted earlier and pulling on his gloves again, PD hops into the driver's seat, "Next stop, Factor Five. Fare is only 1.35 a mile, .35 for each idle minute," he says with a smile.

Pulling out of the garage, PD heads toward Factor Five driving carefully to get a feel for the new, unfamiliar vehicle but with gaining confidence as he realizes it's not that bad.

Jack:

:: Crimson asks you to hold for about 30 seconds before coming back on the line. ::

"I'm afraid gear like that requires too much time to procure. I could have one in 3 days if that will work for you."

Everyone:

:: The tension of a working night creeps into your bones as you head through the dark city. The neon and sodium lights reflecting off the rain slicked streets as you navigate your dark van through the streets of Seattle. ::

:: As you approach the business park, it seems dark and imposing. The heavy rain clouds blocking any illumination from the sky above and seeming to damper the orange glow of the streetlights. ::

PD slows to a stop at a light and leans back, turning to the rest of the team, "Where do should want me to park and wait for you? I'm thinking I'll park about a block or two up the street so I can still see the front door but I'm far enough away that I may not be to heavily watched," he pauses for a moment, "Or, should I move the car every now and again so it doesn't look like I'm loitering?"

Trace looks up from the back where he was conversing with Sully. "A block or two away is fine. Don't worry about moving it, with the tinted windows, no one should think anyone is in here." Trace leans back against the side of the van, "ok, time to go astral, be back in a minute." He he concentrates for a brief moment, and his astral for slips free. The multi colored world of astral space springs to life around him. He avoids looking at the team, respecting their privacy, and passes through the roof of the van. He pauses for a few moments to see where PD parks, and then heads to the building. Staying a hundred feet off or so he circles the building trying to locate all the watchers.

:: Despite the darkness of the mundane night, the business park is awash in pink, purple and green hued light, mixing together like a oil slick. You assume the majority of the illumination is caused by the generous landscaping that surrounds and weaves through the buildings and their parking lots. ::

:: As you approach the building, you see small gargoyle like watchers that almost look like twisted lemurs. Their eyes are large and round and their ears twitch ever so slightly as if they are listening to the wind itself. Quickly assensing them, you find they are not very strong, only force 3. There is one perched above each of the people sized doors. ::

Crimson:

"Go ahead and order it for me, I can always use one on hand."

The run:

Jack re-settles things in the van, deck out and propped across his knees, eyes closed as he preps the active memory with everything he should need for the intrusion. He shifts a few of the basic parameters, since stealth was going to be the primary concern. Hopefully Wraith's tap would be good enough, although the lack of bandwidth would definitely hinder efforts a bit.

Trace's body spasms as he returns to it. 'Hate that part," he says to no one in particular, "Ok there are four watchers, on at each entrance accept for the main entrance. First things first, Ember and I have to deal with the watchers, you ready Ember?"

Ember, crouched in the back, lifts her head at Trace's voice, a strange smile on her face.

"Let's do it."

"Right," he says with his own smile. "Wraith, you and Sully get ready to do your thing. Ember, let's take the one on the right hand side, if you were facing the main entrance. We will then work our way around the bulding clockwise taking out each watcher." The mage leans back again, letting the tension flow out of his shoulders and once again slipping free into the astral.

The form that emerges from his mundane body has little in common with the 'average' looking man. Where Trace's physical body is slim and completely ordinary. His astral for is not. The representation of his mental abilities shine through in astral space. A large man, with shiny plate mail armor stands above the dormant form of the mage. His appearance is both imposing and comforting. Trace's inner psyche, his id or ego, sees himself as a Knight in shining armor.

"Hi," he says to Ember. "No one sees me like this often, I would appreciate if you didn't say anything to anyone. Soka? Let's get to work."

Ember covers her eyes with the heels of her hands and takes a breath, as though in pain, or preparing to do something difficult. Or trying not to cry.

As she exhales, and rises up out of her body, her astral form takes shape as a white glow that fades into a young, golden skinned girl of about thirteen or fourteen. She is clothed in a long white gown. Her face, while not plain, is not quite beautiful. Instead, she seems to radiate a sense of childlike innocence, kindness, and strength.
There are tear stains on her face, and the hem of her gown is stained and soiled.

She lifts her head to look at Trace, an odd, thorougly Ember-like expression on her astral face.

"I won't tell if you won't."

Wraith already has his gear stashed away within the multitude of pockets the camo suit has. He moves to the back door with Sully and says to her, "Lets get this show on the road already..."

He glances down at Traces body, waiting for the mage to return and give him the GO signal.

Sully takes a few deep breaths and shakes the tension out of her body. Once last check on her weapons and she's ready. With her hand on power switch for the stealth suit she smiles at Wraith. "I love this part."

OOC: Sorry for the confusion. It's Buddha but Fenris borrowed the comp the other night and didn't log out.

Glowing in the astral space, Trace leeds the way to the first watcher. The small gargoyle sits quietly above the door. "I'm not sure how close we have to get to trigger it's," he doesn't finnish the sentence as the watcher begins to move, "that close I guess." Summoning his will, Trace channels astral energy through his body and shaping it with his mind. A burst of energy in the form of a beam of light shoots out his hand as he unleashes the mana bolt.

:: The watcher's eye bug out as it notices your astral forms approaching. It spreads it's stone wings and takes two pumps with them to get airborn, only to take the Manabolt directly to center mass as it spins towards the ground below. By the time it's energies reach the ground, it is nothing more than sparkeling dust on the astral. ::

Traces physical body jerks and twitches slightly from the exertion of casting in astral. A line of blood works it's way down from his nose.

"Right," Trace says to Ember. "Let's move onto the next one."

The two astral forms approach the next watcher, the one hovering above the main door. Now aware of the distance the watcher triggers at, Trace hangs just outside of it. "Ok, I am not sure how many more times I can get away with casting that spell, so I am going to attack it at a lower power. As I do that go ahead and attack it..." Trace cracks his astral neck and flexes his arms. "Ok, lets do it!" A burst of astral energy forms around his hands and takes the shape of a spear with a broad head. He reachs back and hurls the missile at the watcher!

:: This time, the watcher only has time to look up at the lethal energy targeting him before he explodes in a shower of energy sparks. ::

"Right, this is easier than I thought, Ember. On to the next one." Same as before the energy forms into a spear in his hand and he chucks it with all his astral might!

:: This gargoyle's eyes open wide as the beam grazes along his side. His eyes narrow with anger and it open's it's huge maw and emmits a low rumbling roar. The bellow tolls through the nearby astral area like an alarm as his stone wings unfold to take flight. ::

Ember takes a deep, reluctant breath, and charges the gargoyle, fists out.
The image is oddly amusing, the small girl diving into combat with her long white gown flapping behind her..

Sully moves to wipe the blood away from Trace's face. Taking care to get all of it. She tucks the tissue into an interior pocket of her jumpsuit. No evidence.She gives his body a quick go over, looking for any sign of injury. She seems relieved to find none. She does the same to Ember's still form. "They seem to doing ok so far."

:: As Ember plows her glowing hand into the belly of the beast as it attempts to take flight, it screaches at her as it's belly begins to glow yellow, then red and finally white hot as it's literally consumed by fire from the inside out, transformed into ash before disappearing into the astral wind. ::

:: The third watcher has already begun to fly away in an attempt to warn their summoner after the cry of alarm was sounded, but a deadly bolt of energy from Trace winks it out of existance before it could shift to higher speed. ::

:: Ember, seeing the reaction of the third and Traces ability to put it down easily, she moves towards the 4th as it races away, unfortunately, it's speed is not enough to outrun the excited astral form of the crying girl and falls prey to her firetouch before escaping the confines of the business park, though it did manage to get some distance away. ::

As the last watcher dies, Trace smiles. "Good job Ember, lets get back." With a thought Trace re-enters his body. Mucles and tissue tight from the excersion the mage lets out a grown as he returns to conciousness. "Right, ok that was tougher than I thought. Ember is going to summon a spirit to conceal you, then you go."

Wraith chuckles and looks over at Sully, "We need a spirit to conceal us? Heh, I guess every little bit helps."

Wraith steps out of the van and as he does so he shimmers and seems to disappear from plain sight. Even on thermos he is next to impossible to track. His voice comes clearing from just to the side of the van, "Let me know when the spirit is working its stuff and we'll head out."

Sully follows suit with a smile and a nod towards Wraith. Her image blending into the background and vanishing from sight. She slides from the van waiting for the signal to go ahead.

PD nods but remains silent. He looks a little nervous, ready for what ever may happen next.

Ember climbs out of the van behind Sully and Wraith, lifting an eyebrow at Trace as the two conceal themselves so completely.

Nothing like being superfluous.

But she continues without a word, crouching down to touch the pavement and closing her eyes.

Are you there?She sends the question inward, and it seems to echo for a moment. As always, a split second of panic surges through her. And then the familiar tingle.

Always. The thought-voice ripples like rich, dark silk through her mind. Images come to life before her closed eyes, fiery, disorienting, and deeply comforting.

It's been a while. There is an apology somewhere in there.

I never leave, little one. You simply turn yourself.. outward.

Do you know what we need?

Of course.

She feels her skin warm to an almost unbearable degree as Wyrm embraces her, and together they call the city spirit.

She opens her eyes as the wind sweeps a tiny cloud of garbage across her path. An empty bag of soychips, pieces of a newspaper, the lid to a soysoda. She smiles, and instructs the spirit, carefully phrasing it as a request, not a demand. The tiny cloud swirls, and then disperses.

Ember stands. "For what that's worth. It's done."
She climbs back into the van.

"Right," Trace says quietly to Embers uplifted eyebrow as he shrugs his shoulders, "it was part of the plan."

Once the spirit has been summoned...


"Go," he says over the comm. to Sully and Wraith, "good luck."

Wraith walks gently towards the building, every now and then clicking his teeth to let Sully know where he is. Once he gets close to the building, he slows his pace, taking the situation in completely. He stalks up to the front door and peeks through the glass to see if anyone is there watching the front door. Either way, he moves around to the door on the far side of the building, the exit closest to the target room.

Once there, he pulls out his toolkit, suddenly thankful for the extra conceal from the spirit, as the Ruthenium doesn't cover things he holds in his hands. He leans in close on the door's maglock and examines it closely. Over the comm he lets the team know whats going on, "This sound only take a few seconds, the rest of you should start heading his way."

His vision zooms in on the maglock and Wraith goes to work bypassing it.

Sully follows Wraith and flanks the opposite side of the door he starts to work on. She extends her senses as far as possible, looking for anything. Her breathing becomes slow and even. Her body relaxes and her muscles are fluid. Over the comms. "Flanking the door."

Over the comm. Trace replies, "If your sure, Jack and I will move out," he motions with his hands for the decker to go. "Ember, go astral and cover us. Let PD know if theres any trouble." Trace draws his Colt from his shoulder holster and screws on the silencer, then he slides it back into place. He follows Jack out the back of the van. Once the doors are shut he walks nonchalantly across the street toward Wraith's position, waving his hands in Jack's direction as if they were speaking about something. "You ready for this omae?"

Ember nods and makes herself comfortable, not wanting to come to with a sleeping limb. She inhales, closes her eyes, and slips back into astral as the breath escapes.

She quickly moves ahead of the team and scans the area for any possible threats.

:: The night to Wraith is silent and serene, while Sully's heightened senses bring every chirp from the few birds still awake. Wraith's soft clicks are easily distinguished as you both pull up to the door on silent feet. ::

:: Wraith makes it look easy. In the brief moment Sully looked away from his work to search the area, the soft click of the lock mechanism is heard. Looking back, you see the door is being held slightly ajar. ::

Takes a deep, even breath before stepping out of the van, shooting Trace a grin as they cross towards the door.

"Never, but we're here, so we might as well say hi."

He moves forward, following Trace into the building, shooting a silent salute at the space Wraith and Sully occupy.

Trace chuckles quietly as they step through the door, the mage uses a gloved hand to slide it closed, his other pulling his ski-mask down over his face. "Ok, Sully take point, Wraith bring up the rear, Jack your behind me, lets find a place for him to log in, lets move down the hallway to the doors to the reception area, will reconnoiter there, move out," Trace subvocalizes over the radio. In the few seconds before they move out Trace takes a few moments to concentrate, summoning his will and then unleashing it. "Speed," he says quietly. Then he moves out.

PD gets comfortable in the driver's seat. He looks around for a moment before glancing back at Ember's body in the back, "Alone at last..." he chuckles slightly before taking a deep breath as he watches the rest of his team go into the building. "Good luck," he says to no one in particular.

"I got the rear. As far as getting Jack a line in, I can hack the line from just about any device that is connected to their host. Hell, I can likely do it from the door right here."

"Right, but do we really want to sit out in the open while Jack does his thing? Let's find him an office and a desk he can crouch behind," the mage subvocalizes, "while we get the armor." He taps Sully's shoulder letting know to move out.

Sully moves down the hall, straining to catch any sign of movement or the guards.