Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:13, Zeek's Banshee, Over the Salishe-Shidhe, headed SouthWest
Zion

zion looks to the other members of the team he has run with several times before, wondering just how many of them would actually go the distance if they ever needed to. his gang would bleed for him he knew that the discipline he instilled in the fly boys was good and the gang had a small but very strong loyalty to it
when the com came back on about the head start and maybe heading into tir territory he started double checking his gear and reading himself for a nice fight. following some of the traditions of his ancestor he took his fingers and ran them through some grease and started to mark his face.

<@team[zion]" lets do this right and tight folks once we find out where they are if they crossed into the Tir its a whole other ball game that is a very different world there than what any of us are used to trust me. if Zeek can get us in after them we might be dealing with powers greater than what that slag corp bitch was leading on which wouldn't really be a surprise.>

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:22, Zeek's Banshee, Crossing into the Tir

<<@Subscribers [Zeek] Hold tight->>

Your late night snack goes from the bottom of your stomach to somewhere in your esophagus as the Banshee seems to free fall before dropping its decent with damn near the force of a crash before shooting forward as if launched from a giant sling shot. Just as quickly, the Banshee banks right then rapidly decelerates.

<<@Subscribers [Zeek] Welcome to Tir Ladies & Gents.>>

<<@Subscribers [Torch] The spirit's trail went away as we crossed over the Columbia...>>

<<@Subscribers [Zeek] There's a highway department shed up ahead. Thermals show the place is just leaking heat... Much like if a cooling Banshee was parked within.>>

<<@Subscribers [Wilt] What's the play?>>

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:22, Zeek's Banshee, Crossing into the Tir
Zion

Zion looks to the other than aroun the compartment <@team"one of two things they are waiting for pick up or their contact to make the switch for mr. simpson. the people coming to get mr. simpson might have his family. better to have the fam for the suit than just the man I think what are your all thoughts? If we were to go down there drop us off to not alert them to us and sneak up on facility and take them out quietly if possible. The mall wanted to pay them back personally so if we get simpson for the corp and the team for the mall twice the pay out for the one shot.>"

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:24, Zeek's Banshee, Crossing into the Tir

The g-forces strain your body as Zeek brings the bird in fast. The AR readouts betray the fact that it is also 18 inches off the deck. The experience is either a thrill ride better than the best roller coaster you've been on, a high matched only by BTL or the textbook definition of an elevator to hell, depending on your perspective. Based on the sudden retching from Wilt, he would appear to define it as the latter.

The bird whips a hundred and eighty-degrees as Zeek drops the last 17.5 inches and uses a blast of thrust to neutralize all forward momentum. The actual touchdown however is like a feather dropping, a complete an stark contrast to the previous 2 minutes of approach.

<<Subscribers [Zeek] That's the best I can do without making you hike in from a mile. It should take them a few minutes to figure out exactly what is up; make the best of the time.>>

The girls seem to have all but appeared from the cabin area, Bonnie helping Wilt and Hips, who both seem worse for the wear of the flight, while Barbie moves past the group, opening the hatch for a quick exit by the team.

Torch looks to Zion, "Formation? Plan?"

Having several hours till sunrise still Zion took precautions. If they approached from the east what ever light would be in their eyes and to this backs, plus if they split up into two teams they could actually flank the house with one team suppressing fire from the north while the east team moved into a better position for future skirmish Zion was thinking of the best scenario that could unfold or to take the diplomatic stance ........nah force will have to win Zion pulled up a map and quickly found the best place to move to and to approach the house.

Zion looks to the others after a few seconds of contemplation zion makes sure everyone is subscribed to the team net before continuing <@team[zion]" papa mask our signatures as best you can mojo folks look for nasties and astral stuff and handle it if you have too keep us clear of wiz drek last think I want to see is a spirit or fire ball engulf my ass. Zeek your our air support if you see our lights start to dim light the entire place up. we will split up taking a east and north approach so if sun comes up we will be harder to spot. its nearly 230 am which gives us till 5 am I plan to be out of here by than but we will see. wilt torch and papa approach from the north while mouse myself and Aeryn approach from the east. sync watches I have 0225...hack. once we are close to the
building we will meet up at the north east most corner of the building before we breach and clear and by the hopes of it hopefully we will have mr. simpson and his family home and back to the corp life before breakfast is served.">

Mouse did her very best to disappear into the undergrowth whilst she followed the more experienced runners towards their target.

Zion looked around using his natural eyes with little time to get the Job done he was hoping to have the snatchers bagged and tagged maybe even find out who was picking him up to sell thy to the corp slitch they were running for.

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:25, Somewhere in the Tir
Aeryn; PAN = hidden [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore

Aeryn looks around for suitable places to hide, while she sends a message to the other team members.

<< [Aeryn] We should leave this position ASAP. They will be here soon. >>

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:41, 100m from the Warehouse with the Assault Team's helo, somewhere in the Tir, near the border

At Zion's direction, the teams split into two, right along party lines. Wilt and Torch both called up spirits for concealment. Wilt's team slipped in from the east, taking a wide berth to the north, while Zion's team went wide to the south, also from the east.

Both teams had nearly reached the warehouse went they realized their approach did not go unnoticed, at least not fully. Zion's Team, out of site of the other team, heard the explosion and screams of the dead and dying. As Torch, Aeryn, Mouse, Papa, Zion & Lucky all hit the dirt awaiting a matching explosion in their area, none comes.

The warehouse's main doors are on the north side of the building. The team's approach is through a * heavily wooded area with occasional clearings * . From their current vantage point, about 50m from the SE corner of the warehouse, no entrances are visible, though the warehouse is peaking out through the trees.

<<@Team [Hips] I'm hurt bad. Wilt isn't moving and Smack appears to have taken a grenade in the chest. Crush was thrown the other direction; no visual. Attacker not in sight.. Wait. Drone->>

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:41, 100m from the Warehouse with the Assault Team's helo, somewhere in the Tir, near the border

Mouse fought down the rising panic...there was just too much green here and she felt very exposed despite the cover they were cowering in

"What the frag now?" she whispered almost inaudibly to herself more than anyone else...

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:41, 100m from the Warehouse with the Assault Team's helo, somewhere in the Tir, near the border
Zion

Zion looks ato Mouse with a stern face if she could see it in the dark while they were all laying donw on the ground.
<@Torch, Aeryn, Mouse, Papa, Lucky[zion] "Keep all communication to a minimal and nothing verbal make it all silent chatter in case anything out here is listening in. lets get as close to the house as possible in one piece from the last transmission wilt and her team are drek. lets get close to any cover we can use and move closer to teh house safely, once close enough lets get on the roof with the help of those rees and access the the warehouse from its top, if not we will have to go through that north entrance which from the looks of it might also be booby trapped or tripe wired. les move out queity and safely.>

<@wilt [Zion]"report, respond whats you condition.>

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:41, 100m from the Warehouse with the Assault Team's helo, somewhere in the Tir, near the border

Mouse scowled over at Zion, if they'd heard her remark then they were already well and truly screwed anyway, but she knew enough to keep her thoughts to herself and simply gave an acknowledging 'click' across the comm...

zion pressed the party forward hoping the drone didn't get to them before they were taken out. <@team[zion]"papa try to hack the drone if possible. Air support if you can give us any heads up of any other drones in the area you do have radar on that bird of yours, everyone else lets move out, and hustle to the side of the house and be prepared for a rough breach.">

Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:41, 100m from the Warehouse with the Assault Team's helo, Somewhere in the Tir
Aeryn; PAN = hidden [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore

Aeryn heads to one side of the group, thinking it is not the best idea to stay close together when there are grenades in use. She will stay in sight to at least some of her team-members, though, with maybe a dozen meters of space between them.

Using the trees and overgrowth for cover, she sneaks closer towards the warehouse, always on the lookout for that drone or other troublemakers.