Cypher
The ninja sex kitten rises and moves to a wall - running her hand down it a ink brush drawing manifests mirroring the layout of the interior but seen as a feudal Japanese outpost or fort.

"I have control of the larger doors connecting the spaces within the building where they store goods and I have created access to the outer doors but if they become aware of it they could sever my connection. I cannot affect the smaller interior doors on the outer ring of rooms. They do have locking mechanisms on them and each member of the security team can access it with a fob they receive at the beginning of their shifts."

She runs her hand over the surface again and a series of lines appear that moves through the inner rooms.

"The drones are able to access these spaces and travel through the ceiling so the doors do not need to be opened for them to move."

Strangeglove
You pause and listen at the smaller door - you make out the sound of music - someone singing in Spanish and it sounds like someone hitting metal against metal.

Q sits down next Cypher and attaches the diodes for the Ultra+ DocAssist. He pays little attention to marvel of science as he keys it into his commlink so he can monitor his ally's vitals. His task completed in little over a second due to his powerfully enhanced reflexes, Q sends a quick note to Cypher before he casts his vision into the astral realm looking around for anything that might mean hidden foes in the spirit realm.

<<Cypher[Q]: You're hooked up to a medkit, so don't jump up too fast when you come back.>>

After his quick survey his pulls back into him self and checks his two huds making sure Fleet's drones are n task and uncromprimised and that the team entering the warehouse is alright.

<<@SG[Q]: Remember to keep LoS for you and your warding buddy. I'll ask FM to have his Shen go with you. It looks quite durable.>>

<<@Fat Man[Q]: Would your impressive friend mind going with SG and the breach crew? He looks powerful enough and SG keeps forgetting LoS with you.>>

Catching the tail end of Zero's quick but poorly timed move, Q winces. Accursed ward. If I were there, I could make sure he was a master of stealth. Perhaps I can assist him with the a tacnet. overlay...

Eklipse flattens himself against the wall. He is grinning like a fool under the helmet and chameleon suit's hood.

As the icons in his AR move into position, he takes a deep breath.

Let SG go first, he warns himself. I suspect he can soak a few bullets a lot better than I can.

<<Let us be keeping it clean, Heren. I do not be wanting any of ze frag ups on zis one. Okay, on meine mark, GO!>>

He pumps his fist once, then takes a step out from the wall and brings up his SMG to cover the door.

Strangeglove signals the Sprite to open the door.

Zero bows gratefully when Fat Man lends his assistance. The influx of confidence helps him gain better control of English.

"Thank you. May our ancestors guide us upon this venture."

Zero sits and centers himself, reciting a psalm in Sperethiel as he summons forth a ravmalakh.

"The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold."

He sends his voice towards the Empyrean, calling out to one of St. Michael's circle. At first, his voice is harsh and dissonant. However, he redoubles his effort, and soon his voice joins the harmonies of His children that dwell on high. A single spirit answers his call, and descends to the Physical world. He materializes in a brilliant flash of golden light and fire.

"I am Adeodatus of the Fiery Sphere of Archangel Michael. You have called me, young one, and I have answered. What aspect of His work would you have me do?"

"Brother Adeodatus, I thank you for answering my call. My allies and I intend to do battle against villains who steal children. I ask that you wait in the Astral while we brave a barrier placed by a powerful mage."

The ravmalakh nods, "As He says, 'See that you do not look down on one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven.'"

Mark 18, Verse 10, notes Follower while Adeodatus continues.

"Your cause is just, and I shall lend my strength to aid you." Adeodatus fades from view. When he is gone, the Zero dismisses his willpower spell.

"Um, should we go now?" he asks. Zero carefully steps forward, doing his best to avoid tripping while paying little heed to the lights he walks past...

Progress, I suppose, sighs Follower, but stealth is still not your strength...

On the signal from Eklipse, Cypher keys the script for the doors leading them directly to the boy.

<<@Team [Cypher] You're golden. I don't have the drones yet, so first sign of their tracks put in a tap and I will see what I can do.>>

The hacker begins pulling up the list of nodes that he found before on the site and tries to distinguish the drones from the security guards commlinks. He quickly queries the nexus for the data file from Fleet's interceptions and decryption to add that information into the mix and see if he can find the pattern.

Cypher
You pull a scroll from your belt and unroll it between your two hands - watching the ink swirl and appear on it as if drawn by an invisible calligraphy brush. You see the icons of small samurai and and Foo Dogs begin to appear dispersed throughout the small fortress. You look over the streams of data and pull out the relevant bits of information - you best guess at which nodes could be drones on the rail system and which were guards.

After he crosses the ward, Zero begins casting spells upon himself. He begins with a Willpower spell, which he deposits in his sustaining focus. He laces a second spell, enhancing his ability to assess and deal with details---dangerous or benign. He intends to continue, but notices that two of his group are already moving for the door. He tentatively contacts the team over the comlink.

<<@Team[Zero] Um...I'm not quite ready yet. Are we really moving right now?>>

"Be not afraid, my friend. Think, instead, on this: 'We also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character hope.'"

"Romans 5, verses 3 through 4."

"And what does His lesson remind us?"

"Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, and faithful in prayer."

"Romans 12, verse 12. So I say to you, my friend, do not give into fear. Instead, pray to Him for strength and success, and have faith in Him."

Emilio rolls forward with everyone else, and hits the room withe the rest of the team.

The Warehouse
The simple and almost innocent sound of the door releasing as the lock light goes from red to green seems oddly loud as the door opens. The music swells louder - no longer muffled by the heavy security door and the light from the overhead lamps spills out into the night. A large table is set up with several chairs spread around it, Two young teens sit side by side at the far end of the table from the door - they seem to be looking over a drone which appears to be partially reconstructed and various tools along with parts spread around them. Both are dressed in worker's coveralls like you would see at a mechanic's shop or along an assembly line. A small trid unit is mounted to the left to the right of the door and seems to be playing some sort of Latin music channel - a video of several scantily clad women are gyrating around a thin and hard looking man whose skin crawls with nano-tattoos.

One woman appears to be standing to just left of the doorway with some sort of heavy pistol in a shoulder holster and wearing light security armor. The subvocal mic rig is clearly visible around her neck as well as her commlink attached at her belt. Two other men are sitting on either side of the table in similar armor with holsters - they appeared to have been eating a pizza and drinking bottled water. Each of their faces looks startled and hard as they take in the sight of the team moving into the interior. Of the two teens only the darker skinned one seems to realize something is amiss.

"Ah fuck."

Her voice is tight and low with a faint accent - something street and from the eastern seaboard.

Seeing the enemies whom Zero warned him about, Adeodatus takes the opportunity to manifest into the physical. The ravmalakh flares into existence in an explosion of golden white fire and light. He draws his brilliant arc and points it towards the villains huddled in the room.

"Lay down your weapons and repent, or prepare to face His wrath!" proclaims Adeodatus, his tenor voice filling the air.

"For those who are evil will be destroyed, but those who hope in the Lord shall inherit the land," Zerone chants a verse from Psalm 37, and flings his hand towards the people. Golden light spreads out among his targets, and gently presses upon their consciousness.

"Sleep!" he cries out in Sperethiel.

About to dive around the door, Strangeglove checks his rush into the room, an avenging angel inspiring caution in a way mere bullets do not. His caution is rewarded when the rush of Zero’s magic pushes on the edge of his consciousness.

Taking cover behind the doorframe, Strangeglove watches the bodies fall like so much meat. Belatedly realizing assassinations and rescues look similar when you're being bludgeoned unconscious, Strangeglove's robotic monotone booms reassuringly at the teen, "This is a rescue!"

After seeing Strangeglove inhale drugs and feeble attempt at stealth...Jon, startled by the rampant drug use, preps his weapons, checking his holstered silenced 2 Ares Light Fire 70s, loads a grenade in the underbarrel Grenade launcher of his Ares Alpha, and moves to the cover as designated by Strangeglove.

After the door is slammed open, Jon looks for a shot at any hostiles..

The Warehouse
The look of shock quickly turns to disbelief and confusion at the spirit's proclamation. The Shin looks up at the manifestation and his face drains of color at its appearance and blindly reaches out for the other boy next to him. Zero completes his spell and hurls the mana out and it seeks out bodies to ground through. The tendrils burrow deeply into the bodies inside the room and each person jerks and spasms as the spell is unleashed. Two of the security personnel immediately drop from the assault, their bodies striking the table and sending it sliding sideways. Tools and parts rain down to the floor along with the Shin boy despite the efforts of his friend to keep him standing. An anguished and enraged cry is ripped from the throat of his companion and the female member security stumbles back knocking over a chair but manages to stay conscious. She flicks her eyes back towards the room to see who is still standing. A ripple of tension passes through her body at just seeing one of the teens is all that's left with her. She barks out an order - her voice rough and throaty with fatigue.

"Hit the panic button on Pedro's comm - big red button or kiss your Romeo goodbye."

The Node
You see the team open the door to the room and the thing that Zero called or made - whatever the it is he does that makes them - appear with judgement from on high. You cringe as the spell washes over the Daimyo and imagine that you can actually hear the shit splat against the fan as his body is wracked by the spell and hits the floor, unconscious or at least you hope he is. You see the Sprite grip the sides of the bowl where her maker's image is displayed - her knuckles white, seeing blood trickle down the side of the bowl from where it has cut into her palm from the force she is grasping it. She turns, her face a mask of rage and anger - her voice is steel and static, razor thin and piercing. You watch as her image derezzes and reforms in classic samurai armor. Her eyes through the helmet are bright points of light that hurt to look at directly. Gripped in her hands are a katana and a smaller sword of some sort.

"You lied and I trusted you. He was not to be harmed. I am going to break your mind and leave you a gibbering idiot."

The Warehouse
The shen wasn't sure what the woman was yelling about. Comm? Red? Romeo? It didn't matter - she was still standing and needed to go down. The guardian spirit dashed in front of Zero and then paused right before passing through the door.

"This doorway is protected somehow. Don't enter yet!"

The shen evidently wanted to wait for it's summoner's opinion, rather than rush in blindly. It could fire its gun through the door - but that would be loud and messy, and the guard didn't have a weapon out yet.

<<@All: Q if you're not busy, you want to talk to this kid and keep him from doing anything stupid?>>

Well, that's gotta be some sort of new world-fraggin' record for having things blow up in our faces.

Squinting at the TacNet feed from inside his armor, the hobgoblin shrugs. I loaded gel.

<<@Team[Fleet]: Q, better be ready with some good story about not making them look complicit in the attempt for when they wake up.

He rolls around the corner, dropping down to a knee and letting his aim twitch slightly to the left and the right, psychosomatic feedback from the TacNet linked into the smartgun link, and lets a slightly malicious grin tug lips back from carved tusks as he squeezes the trigger for that brief instant, swinging from the security guard and over to the boy after the first series of three gel rounds flees the barrel towards her.

Guarding the team's back through the tacnet tactical overlay, Q felt his jaw dropping as he watched the primary extraction target go unconscious immediately after the door opened. Then Cypher's pulse shot up and the medkit's AR persona of a cartoon Saint Bernard warned Q that Cypher's vitals meant he was feeling dangerously threatened.

<<@Cypher[Q]: Your pulse is way up. Everything good?>>

<<@SG[Q]: On it. Let me borrow your...>> Q stopped short seeing the tacnet draw line of fire from Fleet to the remaining guard and the team's second rescue target/sack of dead weight.

<<@Fleet[Q]: I'll think of something. Can you keep them unconscious in the drones 'til we're done with the job?>>

<<@All: William McWaters has sent you a NOIZhub sharing request.>>

The Warehouse
The 1st burst takes the remaining security guard in the gut and she flies a short distance, knocked off feet - the sound of the air being forced out of her lungs. You can see the armor absorbing a great deal of the impact and spreading it away from her body. Her face is still clouded with rage and determination as she looks up from her back on the floor.

"Fuckers...."

Without missing a beat the 2nd burst goes off - its muted sound filling the small space as the last standing teen face drains of all hope as the shot solidly connects with his chest to send him flying back and to the ground. The sounds of his body hitting alongside his companion.

<@Team [Cypher] FML take two!>

The command across the TacNet happens at the same time as Cypher curses in the node. "This isn't my fault. Here is the man who did this. I'll fix it." A scroll work of access information flows out of his hand toward the Sprite. It contained the log-in information for the backdoor which the hacker had left in Zerone's commlink.

As the VR flood backs away into an AR overlay in his vision, Cypher's body spasms. He terminates the connection to the node as his last conscious thought. Electrodes clung to his head and body, linking back to some kind of machine...

He snapped awake, drowning. Liquid filled his lungs and the pressure of the tube he was in was overwhelming. Fists slammed against the walls until he found a latch. He ripped wires off his body and coughed out the blue glowing gel. A thundering headache slammed into him as he tried to think and focus. Electricity arced off his body into the gel and grounded him like a circuit.

SURVIVE.

Symbols were glowing above several of the other tubes. Numbers that made no sense. Boots stomping in the distance--men were coming. He needed to escape.

As the door opened, he sprang into action. One arm thrust out in a quick jab at the lead guard's throat, silencing screams before they could start. The startled guard nearly dropped his rifle. That was all the opportunity necessary. Violence continued. Blood began to flow freely, mixing with the blue gel.

He would survive at any cost.

Jerking up in his seat, Cypher screams. "SURVIVE!" Thoughts of a boy press at the edge of his mind as he tears the trodes off of him. If the fates were kind, the auto-cab nearby would already be en route.

Eklipse curses as Fleet shoots the kid. He flags the prone security woman as priority one, even as he brings his SMG to bear on her center mass.

Frrt whispers the HK.

<<@Fleet: We're here to rescue the kids, not shoot them. The security personnel should have been your priority.>>

<<@Team: Mages, I need zis barrier down now or I'm going in regardless. Both ze kids are down; one has been shot.>>

Emilio shifts his mental focus as the kids get shot.

Emilio the medic, enter stage front.

<<@Team[Emilio]: FML take 2? 私たちはどうか英語を話してもよいですか (Watashitachi hadouka eigo wo hanashi temoyoidesuka)?>>

<<@Team[Emilio]: Have medkit, will travel. Keep security back, i.e. sufficiently shot, and I can medkit them up. No problem assuming they're still breathing, and maybe not much of a problem if they stopped just recently. Mages, can you throw down a clean-up spell? I think it's called Sanitize or something like that. 'Supposed to make things cleaner than an OR.>>

<<@Team[Emilio]: Oh, is there any reason we aren't heading in now, other than this ward?>>

The Warehouse
The gentle burst seems at odds with the pummeling the lone security guard takes as the last bit of fight leaves her and her body goes limp. Almost immediately after Cypher's message scrolls across the tacnet the lights in the room begin to strobe and pulse almost painfully and every visible door lock goes from red to green as they are unlocked. Adding to the surrealistic scene before you is the latin pop still playing from the trid with scantily clad women bouncing and dancing on the beach.

Not exactly off to a good start fumes Eklipse slilently.

The shadows seems to twist around him as he draws on his abilities. Time slows as his reactions speed up and his perception expands. He feels a familiar tingling in his fingers as deadly mana swirls around them.

Jon swiftly enters the room sweeping his assault rifle ensuring the room is clear.

Identifying any external doors as either open or close he moves to any open ones (if there is any) crouches next to the door frame and looks swiftly into the next room to identify hostiles.
If the doors are all closed Jon moves to the closest door, crouches next to it and waits for the team to catch up

And I am the one 'lacking the patience to embrace his full potential' thinks Eklipse as Jon pushes past him into the room.

Jon
You enter the room and almost immediately feel the ripple across your soul as you push thought the flimsy ward stretched across the doorway. Your senses are assaulted by the sights, sounds and smells of the enclosed space. The flashing lights throw shadows all over the area and the air is ripe with the smell of fear coming from the two young men at the far end of the room. You can hear the inane music in the room and faint echoes of suppressed automatic fire dying off. You quickly see a door to the right just as you enter the space and you make your way to it - it's locking mechanism is lit green and clearly unlocked now for some reason. You see a faint ripple across the ward as it surges with power and becomes a solid wall of mana encases the room trapping you within it.

Astral Space
The ward ripples as the runner passes through it and then flares into a solid opaque barrier across the door.

Damn damn damn. Even more fun now! Let's go make sure Romeo and Julio don't bleed out or get stepped on.

Emilio dives in through the ward, flinching a bit as he hits it just in case it's solid now. Feeling no resistance, he continues in. He hustles over to the two kids and drops his alpha between them (after engaging the safety). He then pulls out his med kit and starts examining the two of them to see who needs what how fast. He starts up a running conversation with (at) the two of them while he's examining them.

"Yes, yes. I know this probably isn't what you expected for a rescue. It's not what I was expecting either. But here we are. Let's see what ails you and what we need to do about it. Uncle E will take good care of you two.

Yeah, we have a Christian Cultist mage, and I guess today we got 'Old Aching Grumpy Smack-You-Hard God' instead of 'Love me do, Jesus God.' I don't doubt that he will apologize profusely later. "

He keeps a calm tone the whole time, both to help him and to hopefully reduce anxiety on the part of his patients.

Q jerks in his seat as Cypher's bellow fills the small vehicle. "What the hell!" ((Japanese)) Seeing Cypher rip frantically at his trodes and medkit connections, Q feels an icy shiver of dread at what could scare the cranky but cool headed code slicer. In a calm voice without a hint at his nervousness, he calls to the distressed hacker, "Cypher? Are you alright? What happened?"

<<SG[Q]: The ward's not offensive, but you might want to wait for Fat Man.>>

<<Command{Eklipse, Fleet, Q}[Q]: Cypher's in the meat and scared. Must have been a trap in the matrix when the Shin kid dropped. Are we securing the place or grabbing the kids and splitting? And I'd like to keep the kids lights out till we get offsite since we'll need a good excuse for disabling them with excessive prejudice.>>

Emilio
You look them over quickly and efficiently, checking for signs of any internal injuries from the impact of the gel rounds which lay scattered on the floor around you or the spell that was cast moments before. You see one boy is fine while the other, the one just shot has sustained some injury but nothing life threatening at the moment.

<@Team[Fat Man]: wE JUST SET OFF THE ASTRAL ALARM. THERE'S A WARD OVER THE DOOR THAT WILL STOP ME OR OUR SPIRITS FROM ENTERING AND I CAN'T BREAK IT ON MY OWN. BE READY FOR HOSTILE SPIRITS.>

I wish these city-dwellers wouldn't put wards everywhere... wasn't there some spell that destroys them?

Fat Man's mind started wandering to spell formulae before he snapped back to the current situation.

What a clusterfrag! We've triggered a magical alarm and our martix overwatch is down.

But then, this is what he was trained for. He was no backroom strategist. Thinking on his feet and adjusting the plan on the go were where he excelled.

<<@Team[Eklipse]: Secondary is a bust. We just lost matrix overwatch and have tripped a ward. We could have drones and elementals on us at any moment. Prepare to extract. Shiny gear is no use to us if we are dead!>>

Fat Man sees Eklipse's order.

I can't disagree - even if I can get past that ward with Zero's help, I can't get out on my own.

Fat Man turned to the shen to fill it on, since the spirit couldn't see the tacnet, speaking in Mandarin.

"We're making a coordinated tactical withdrawl with the two kids. Take the concealment off of Jon so he can get out."

The hacker looks around the car, finding his exit strategy. When the call to flee comes across the net, Cypher tried to focus and felt the residual memories of electricity arcing through his body. Survive. Finish the mission. Failure means death.

<<@Team[Cypher]: Get the kids in the god-damned Autocab the instant it shows. Keep them stable and back away. Psi-Ops fragged us when they put this team together, but I'm not dying on your account. Finish the mission now!>>

Glancing at the stranger beside him, threat assessments began. A slow play of strikes went through his mind to disable and evade.

Strangeglove reads the panicky messages, then looks around at the uninjured team. Watches Fat Man gesticulate at an empty doorway. Riding high on the wings of kamikaze, he considers finishing the job himself. He turns to stare at the unconscious teens for a moment, does some math in his head, and comes to a satisfactory conclusion.

10,000¥¥ for thirty seconds twenty seconds of work is fine. Don't be greedy.

Ducking into the room, Strangeglove waves his glo-wand over the teens.

Frak frak frak. Ok, new direction again. Out we go. Hope the return bounties are good.

<<Team[Emilio]: Here's the scoop. Both kids are good to transport. Shin, or Romeo, is just knocked out. He will be up and groggy in round an hour. Julio (Magaña was it?) has gotten bloody from the gel hits. We have time to get him somewhere good to patch him up. WE DO NOT HAVE ROOM FOR HIM TO GET BOUNCED AROUND. Bounce him much, like another cap like the one that took him down, and Romeo is aloneo. Mages, in your infinite free time, can you armor him up once we're outside this ward thing? Who's going to help take them out? 'Glove's here, but I like the idea of him being able to lay down suppressive grenades as we leave..>>

<<Fleet[Emilio]: So here's where I tell you how much I love the new you. Can you please get a car over to the door to take me and the kids out? Matrixie said something about a cab, but he also sounds crAaAaAaAzy. I trust your ride more. Plus I know it's close. Thanks!>>

<<Team[Jon] I can lay suppression fire as we back out if needed, other than the ward its been fairly quiet so no firing unless required>>

<<Team[Fat Man]: I can magically heal Julio if we can get him outside the outer ward.>>

<<Team[Emilio]: FatMan, sounds like we don't have time for that. If we had that much time, I'd medkit them now and let you magic them up later. He's got grade 6 physical contusions and I don't have the 18 seconds we'd need to medkit him. My first aid experience with mages says you'd need twice that to heal him all the way, and I know I can't medkit him if you don't get it all. If you are sure you can do it all, healing him in the car would be great. Though I'm not sure if you, me, the two kids, and your guard lion will all fit in a car. Like I said, if you can armor him and we can drive NICE AND SMOOTH, we will be good.>>

<<Team[Emilio]: GT: do you want to shoot or carry kids? Please carry Shin out if today isn't genade day.>>

<<@Team[Fat Man]i CAN'T ARMOR HIM BUT THE HEALING IS IMMEDIATE, IT JUST TAKES TIME TO BECOME PERMANENT>>

<<Team[Emilio]: What about Zero. I thought one of you mages armored me when you were rescuing me. My big concern is to make sure we heal all six of those contusion grades down. Are you sure you can do that in a car while it's driving away? Once you magic him, whatever you don't get needs surgery or time. I am certain the two of us can tag-team it all away. Also, I don't want to deal with these two when they wake up if we don't have them all fixed, and I don't want to deal with our/their benefactors if they are damaged. Plus, we don't need to explain as much them getting shot if they are all fixed.. >>

Fragging amateurs.

<<Team[Eklipse]: Shut the frak up all of you! SG get KID1(Shin/Romeo) and extract. I will help Emilio with KID2(Magana/Julio). Jon cover us, suppressive fire sounds good. Mages: astral cover and counterspelling. Have your spirits engage any incoming magical threats. Fleet: cars, now. Then cover our exit. Q: get Cypher back online or get the hell out here.>>

<<@Team[Zero]: Oh dear, I saw weapons and remembered what had happened on our last runs! I didn't realize those were the kids! I can cast armor on them, although it would doubly divide my attention. With wards crossed and triggered, I don't know what magical response to expect.>>

<<@Team[Fleet]: Acknowledged. Cars inbound, cover coming. Two of them are troll-modded, so there should be plenty of space for someone to play Doctor. Eklipse, specific destination or scramble?>>

<<@All: Roger. I'll grab Shin. Fleet, which vehicle should we put the kids in? Cypher, What happened in the node? Who's psy-ops?>>

Strangeglove
You jog in, easily clearing the distance and wave your hand around, making sure to sweep it around the boy but you see no response from the glomoss. He should be magic free if you understood how this thing works but looking closer the moss looks gray and ashy - as if drained of life or vitality. Not sure what to make of it, you scoop him up into a fireman's carry - you rise to make your way back out of the room.

"Silence that whelp!" snapped a throaty growl just over Q's shoulder.

<<@Command{Eklipse, Fleet, Q}[Q]: Shut up! I'm doing it!>>

Tuning out all the blaring irritations from the tacnet, Q focused on the person next to him. Cypher didn't look like his normal self, but Q couldn't get a bead on him beyond that. He forged ahead anyway, "We will finish the mission. But you need to get a grip and get back to your job! You're the only one to cover our escape over the matrix. You don't have to dive in or go offensive, just cover our asses from what ever their spiders send our way."

<<@SG[Q]:Watch your back / Ekilpse. Seriously.>>

<<@Zero[Q]: Get a lift from your angel; the team is wired, I don't know if they'll wait for you to catch up.>>

All
Your senses fray from the intensity of what's happening around you. Your enhancements picking up and highlighting every input as your animal brain attempts to sort the heightened range of sensory feed into something usable. You feel the seconds slide by slowly as data stream over the tacnet and commands stream by in text messages, you feel both grounded and disconnected at the same time. As if this reality were somehow superimposed over a dream or even a trid movie. You hear the whine of a small engine being pushed to its limits, the whine high and straining. Those of you outside see some reflected lights dance off a small auto cab barreling ints way to your entry point. Strangely its lights are all off and none of its AR adverts are running. At its current speed its not clear if the cab is going to mow you down or just plow its way into the room.

<<@Team[Fleet]: Look, we can bug out clean, make it look like we were here for the kids, and leave the blame on her operators for running sidejobs. We run surveillance till then to watch for things to calm back down, then we hit the place again before they have a chance to bump up security.