Ember stares at the car and her eyes glaze over as she slips into astral vision.

Jack hustles out with the rest of the group.

Sorry Boss, ah had to bail. Ah have no idea if any alarms went off or not. Their system's fairly peeved right now, so ah can't jump back in to check.

Ember's eyes refocus as a sly grin melts onto her face.

"No one awakened. I guess we get to do this the fun way," she says to PD. The girl then proceeds to wrap herself around her teammate and make a great show of steaming up the windows.

"See if you can rock the van a little for effect, eh?"

With a grin, PD grabs the door behind him and the casing of the emergency brakes and begins to use all his weight and muscle to rock the van back and forth a little. For added effect, he slides the volume up on the radio on a ambient jazz station that he knows broadcast in the area. The electronic keyboards and thumping base make a rhythm and he matches it as he hops the van from side to side, "Can't say I mind the idea, but this was a little unexpected." You can't be sure, due to the Orkish, greenish skin, but he might be blushing ---- just a little.

:: The Security car pulls past the van and makes a lazy u-Turn to pull up behind the van, leaving it's top lights flashing a warning yellow. After a moment, the two front doors open and two gentlemen exit the car. ::

:: The driver is tall and slender, his uniform just a bit baggy on his thin frame but he walks with a swagger. His shorter companion is heaftier but it's all muscle. He has the look of someone obsessed with working out, and it seems his build is most likely all natural. ::

:: They both look at each other over the hood of their car as they approch the van, grin and cluckle slightly before they each move to one of the front doors. The thin man pulls out a heavy Maglight flashlight and uses the butt of the handle to rap heavily on the window. Just enough to be unmistakable, but not quite enough to shatter normal glass. ::

:: At the same time, his partner also pulls out his weighted flashlight and lifts it up, resting the handle on his shoulder as the strong light shines against the tinted glass. ::

"Open up." Says the Thin Man.

Wraith slowly makes his way down the side of the building, peeking around the corner to see how things are progressing.

"Backup coming, but here's hoping you don't need it."

He begins to creep his way down the street (staying on the opposite side from the van) as quick as he can, yes still remain hidden.

Trace sighs. Dammit they just couldn't drive past could they. Trace makes his way outside of the building. Sticking to the wall he slides up to the corner so that he can see the two officers. He stays low and crouched.

Sully slides out and moves a little distance out, keeping herself close enough to cover the distance to the van in one quick run.

"Hey, boys," Ember drawls as she rolls down the window. "This is a private party."
She erupts into tipsy laughter, interrupted by a hiccup.

"I don't know, baby," she says to PD. "We got room in the back." She grins at the guard with her best invitingly drunken look.

:: The guard grins sadistically and steps towards the car, licking his lips as he rests his hands on the window. He then glances inside ans sees the company you're with and gets a horrible look of revulsion. ::

"Aw come on...a cute girl like you CAN'T be into those nasty TUSKERS! He drug you or something...come on...come out with us instead..leave the monsters to their sewer rats."

Swallowing his anger, PD only replies with: "Nah ... little lady just likes a little bit of larger meat. Remember, it's not just our muscles that are a little bit bigger...." he finishes with his best lecherous grin, hoping the guard doesn't take offense but rather recognizes the bad joke.

:: The guard seems less than pleased with the events as they are playing out and his look of disgust deepens with PD's answer. ::

"Get this rundown piece of drek out of my complex before I call Lone Star to have it towed."

Over the comms and using his trandsducer, PD sends to the others, "Hey, this guard thinks your van is a "rundown piece of drek" and he wants us to move. You want us to drive around the corner and you meet us there?"

"They may just follow. Trace, should we drop them via non-lethal means and get it over with?"

"That's a call for the boss-man. Trace?"

Drop them.

You folks in the van got them or want me and Wraith to deal with it? Sully quickly checks the line of sight to the van and waits for the answer.

"Stall them for a sec PD, it'll give Sully and I an extra moment to move in. Sully, even if they can take them, it won't hurt to have us on-hand as backup. Lets move in. PD, on our mark, drive the van foward as if you are leaving. That'll leave them without any cover for Sully and I to deal with."

Wraith slowly creeps foward, trying to get between the officer and his car. Once he is in place for the attack, he says over the comm, "Mark."

Sully flows over the ground to come up within easy striking distance of the other Rent-a-Cop. Ready here just say the word.

Gotcha. Giving the guard a blank stare for a few seconds as all of that plays over the comms, PD does his best dump-tusker smile and nods at the guard. He somewhat playfully moves Ember off of his lap, lifting her and placing her in the passenger seat. And then begins to pat himself down for the keys to the car. Checking all of his pockets, he puts on a confused face and says, "Can't find the keys, hold on." He continues to pat down his jacket pockets making as if to look for them for a few more seconds hoping the others can help them out before the guard loses patience with PD's game.

"Go."

Trace concentrates on the farthest guard. Summoning his will and shaping it like a spear in his mind. Once sufficient power built up he unleashed it with a word, "Fall."

:: The guard scowls at PD and grips his maglite tighter as he takes a step towards the door. Then, with scary precision, the guard on the drivers side stops in midstep as his body convulses once and he drops in a scortched heap of flesh. At the same moment there is a brief blurry movement like a ghost over the body of the second guard as Sully's batons pummel the unexpecting guard into complete unconsciousness. ::

"Move, move, move," Trace says into his mic. He follows his own command and hustles to the van. He takes one moment to asses the guard he hit with the mana bolts condition.

"Everyone in, where getting the drek out of here," he says as he kneels down.

Is the other guard dead? Sully moves forward to examine the body. She begins the mantra in her head, be alive. She focuses on the area the body lies in. The silence is resounding. No heartbeat and no sound of breath being drawn. One more little part of her dies, adding to the dull ache she carries for each one. This is not how its suppose to be. He's gone. Did the other guard get a good look at either of you in the van?

Jack swallows heavily, hearing Sully speak over the comms. He twisted the deck on it's strap, clutching it close as he sprinted over the remaining distance, trying not to look at the body laying on the ground nearby.

What the hell? So much for non-lethal attacks, Wraith thinks to himself as he piles into the van.

"How bout it guys, did the guy get a good enough look at you that he could ID you?"

"Drek." Trace mutters to himself. He climbes into the van and moves to the back. He leans up against the awall and closes his eyes. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Let's go PD, let's get the frag out of here."

Trace takes a moment to try and clean as much of his astral signature as he can out of the area, hoping what he can't get fades quickly enough.

"I agree. The only one that saw us was this guy, PD comments, pointing to the corpse below his window. His skin looks a little more green than usuall as he turns on the car, puts it into driver and buggers off at this point heading no where in particular and keeping a close eye on anyone who might be following him.

Wraith moves to the back of the van and watches things out the rear window.

"We gunna put a call in to Crimson? She said we should contact her right away."

"Yeah, let's give her a call." Jack says shakily, flipping open a cell phone and dialing the number.

:: Rumi's soft elegant voice greets your frayed nerves as the call is connected. ::

"I trust the run was successful?"

"Pretty much." Jack's drawl is stronger, for whatever reason.

"What's next on our list? Delivery?"

Ember kisses PD on the cheek before climbing into the back with the rest of the crew.

"I had fun," she tells him with a wink.

"Let's get moving PD. We still have to dispose of the rig. Taker her back to the garage so everyone can disperse."

PD snorts at Embers comment, but has a grin on his face as he pulls back on the main roads and drives purposefully towards the garage from which they originally left.

When they arrive, he comments to Trace, "If you don't mind, I'd like to come along with you to Crimson's for the drop off. We can use my vehicle if you'd like."

"That works for me." The mage says as he exits the vehicle, "anyone else want to come?"

After everyone has gotten out of the van he hoses it down with a liberal amount of bleach.

"Ok PD, lead the way."

:: Rumi pauses for a long moment before responding. ::

"Yes. Bring the team back to the office, can we expect you within the hour?"

"Uhm ... " PD breaks in " ... my little Americar won't fit everyone."

Jack shakes his head, and then realizes that the shake doesn't translate through the phone very well.

"No, give us two, we need ta' wrap up a few last details. See ya then."

"I got my own ride", Wraith comments.

"Ok, Wraith you go your way, PD, Ember, Sully, Jack, and I will ride together, I am pretty sure we can fint in a americas. Let's just get the drek out of here okay? This whole operation is leaving a bad smell on me," Trace says as he throws the armor into the trunk of PD's car.

"Agreed." Sully finishes stripping out of her running gear and slides back into the clothes she arrived in for the run. She takes care to restow her gear neatly back into the duffel.

On the way to Crimson's, PD comments, "So what happened in there? What's got you two so riled up?" referring to Trace and Sully.

Sully's voice is flat and deadpan. "We're good, just a little bumpy our first time out. Not sure how I feel about the 'Big Sister is Watching" bit from Crimson but I am willing to see what she has to say on the subject."

"According to Sully, Crimson was in the place. She was there just a few hours before us and she planted a hidden camera to watch us. I don't know about you all but I am not a child. Nor do intend to be treated like one. When we drop off the armor, I am walking."

"Didn't Crimson mention something about this first run being a test?"

PD's grin fades as he hears that they were being watched by Crimson, but he says nothing, keeping his thoughts to himself.

:: As you enter the club, it is remarkably empty. Molly, the bartender is the only one visable inside the club. To the majority of you, it looks like the same bartender that is always on duty, but Sully's nose informs her of a slightly different smell. Instead of the jasmine and camomile tinted perfume of Maddy, Molly seems to be wearing a slightly muskier fragrance accented by patchouli. She smiles as you enter, her hands busily tidying the bar in the quiet early morning hours. ::

"Take a seat, Crimson will be with you shortly."

:: The wait is a little closer to 20 min before Rumi appears from the top of the stairs and glides down to the tables where you wait for your hostess. ::

"Thank you for waiting so patiently. Please, step into the meeting room and we will begin."

:: Leading you into the same meeting room where you all met each other there is a large display screen lowered from the ceiling and a spattering of hors d'oeuvres. As you take a seat, Crimson steps into the room through one of the cleverly hidden entrances and moves to Rumi's side as she palms a chip into his hand. She whispers something to him in italian before turning to the group. ::

"Before we begin, would anyone care for a cocktail?"

"Ice water. Clean and lots of it.