The team regroups and return to their base to discuss plans. With the exception of Switch's astral recon the expedition was thoroughly recorded on a variety of media. On the drive home Io brings up a local map and starts plotting likely routes for emergency service responses and estimates that barring special modification or similar police air drones are about 4 and a half minutes away with ground response another three and a half minutes after that, assuming that the run has gone so far south that high threat rapid response teams are deploying. Hawk has started picking through his footage of the exterior cameras for both the center and nearby buildings, searching for blind spots. Offenbach is thinking back through his list of contacts, wondering if there's a chance to get a uniform and RFID in Io's size. [b]Switch[b] is going back through the interior footage, working out ways to bypass the security features he noticed if the group has to exit the way they entered.

The car's pilot software gets the team back to base safely and you quickly head to the lounge to discuss your plans.

Io lays out the options, as he sees them. Of the five approaches he suggests, the team unanimously agree that the quieter options are preferable.
"Coercing someone into getting us access is right up my alley. A couple of hundred in bribes to the right people and we'll be in and out with no-one the wiser." Offenbach says.
"Switch, could you work with Io to get some intel on the management and staff? If we're trying for a social engineering solution then our little scouting trip didn't really net us anything useful." Hawk points out.
"Already on it. You could help, in point of fact." replies Io.

An IR window pops up in Hawk's vision.

"We've got about three hundred myworld entries to trawl through to build up some initial profiles. Then there's instant message services, groups and boards they post on..."
"Better idea. You get addresses. Switch and I head over to them and get a look at the places through astral and physical recon. Offenbach signs up to somewhere the targets frequent on the matrix and buddies up to them, sees if he can find any hint on who might be amenable to our plans." Hawk counters.
Offenbach glances over at Switch, who's lying motionless on the recliner.
"He's out. Probably checking that no-one followed us back. Look, this is shaping up to be an all-nighter and it's already getting on, do we want to order something in for dinner before we get started?" he suggests.

Io nods to Offenbach, "Food sounds like a good idea, but I'll get started right away. Save me some.". With that, Io finds a convenient bed to lay on and immerses himself into the Matrix.

Skipping across an ocean of personal trivia spewed forth from the fountains of social media data feeds, Io quickly weaves a gossamer net from names and keywords, then tosses it into the foamy surface beneath him. As he surfs along the surface, the net moves of its own accord in the depths, swallowing a variety of fine specimens. Once the net is unable to find any more targets, he hauls it in to inspect his catch, clean it, and organize it for the rest of the team.