"What time is it?" Wormwood asks. "I was thinking about heading over there real quick to check out what's going on. Monsieur Johnson said the two guards at the front door leave at 7, right? If we have the time we might be able to get a look at them and tell if they are with a security company or work directly for the target."
"Also, I might be able to spot what their night time security is like"
"I'd be willing to stake out the place tomorrow and have a look at the normal activity they get. "
"Oh and here's my number if you need to reach me." Wormwood gives his cell number to everyone.
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Hooter follows the group, "We should check it out tonight, see when da guard shifts change. Maybe stake it out tonight, den also have somebody go in da day if dey have a tour, or just to take a looksy."
"Hey Wormwood, do you mind if I tag along tonight? Also, as I said, I'd like to stake the place out tomorrow too. Two heads are better than one, and really, cab fare is bleeding me dry."
"Yeah, sure. We can split the cab fare."
Wormwood then looks at Boo and Mason, and asks "What are you two going to be doing?"
Wormwood then looks at Boo and Mason, and asks "What are you two going to be doing?"
"What?" Mason asks quizzically. "I thought you were just talking to me about staking the place and splitting cab fare."
"Oh, yeah," Wormwood looks a little confused. "Damn fixer woke me up before noon, always messes with my head."
"Don't worry, though. I never let it effect me on the job." He quickly adds.
"Boo, didn't you mention that your specialty is computers? Did you want to check out the place tonight with us or meet up with us later after you've done some info gathering online.?"
"Don't worry, though. I never let it effect me on the job." He quickly adds.
"Boo, didn't you mention that your specialty is computers? Did you want to check out the place tonight with us or meet up with us later after you've done some info gathering online.?"
"Ill go on the stake out...got my own wheels, if ya all wanna see if ya know someone who knows sometin bout da place, or either of da companies. I still dont know lotta a people here, an da contacts I do haf, neva know nothin!"
"Thanks for giving us a ride, Hooter."
"I do know a some people that might be able to give us some info on the company and the area, but I'm going wait 'til tomorrow to try and get in touch with them."
Wormwood turns back to Boo, to see what his plans are.
"I do know a some people that might be able to give us some info on the company and the area, but I'm going wait 'til tomorrow to try and get in touch with them."
Wormwood turns back to Boo, to see what his plans are.
And so everyone piles into Boo's ride, and goes over to the Hunts building. being after 6pm, you park across the street for free, and sit in the van for a while. Immediately you notice two human security guards standing out front of the door, just as expected. after about 15 minutes, hordes of people emerge from inside the buidling, however the upper floors' lights remain on. Around 8 o'clock the two security guards go inside.
"No you ride wit Boo, I can only fit me on bike."
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| "Boo, didn't you mention that your specialty is computers? Did you want to check out the place tonight with us or meet up with us later after you've done some info gathering online.?" |
Boo: "Yep, that's my specialty, but I have a few other tricks up my sleeve as well. If you want some miniblimp drone surveillance, I can set that up. And I'd much rather get a physical look at the place, and we can discuss the Matrix information we need along the way. So who's all riding in my Brumby?"
Wormwood looks at Hooter and says,"Well you should have mentioned that earlier."
He then turns to Boo. "Looks like Mason and I will be bumming a ride off of you. Thanks."
As they start heading to Boo's Brumby, he says,"Drone surveillance of the place might be a good idea, but we need to see what kind of activity is going on there. A blimp might be too obvious if there isn't much other drone traffic in the area."
On the ride over to the research facility, Wormwood downloads copies of the pictures of the Johnson and his son he took to Boo's computer using his datajack. "Here's a couple pictures I took of the Johnson and his son. If you could check out their creditability it would be good."
"What can you find out about the building for us? You think you can deck into City Plannings computer and get a building layout or at least a map of sewer access?"
"I'll be checking in with a corporate contact I have to see if I can find out any info on the company and this facility in particular, but it wouldn't hurt to have you search the Matrix for some info to."
He then turns to Boo. "Looks like Mason and I will be bumming a ride off of you. Thanks."
As they start heading to Boo's Brumby, he says,"Drone surveillance of the place might be a good idea, but we need to see what kind of activity is going on there. A blimp might be too obvious if there isn't much other drone traffic in the area."
On the ride over to the research facility, Wormwood downloads copies of the pictures of the Johnson and his son he took to Boo's computer using his datajack. "Here's a couple pictures I took of the Johnson and his son. If you could check out their creditability it would be good."
"What can you find out about the building for us? You think you can deck into City Plannings computer and get a building layout or at least a map of sewer access?"
"I'll be checking in with a corporate contact I have to see if I can find out any info on the company and this facility in particular, but it wouldn't hurt to have you search the Matrix for some info to."
Boo: "I'll prep the blimp anyway, just in case we need to use it. Since I'll be driving, unless one of you can fit into a Troll driving seat, I'll need to have one of you guys toss the blimp out and we can't do that very well unless it's already set up. But you're right, let's see what the air traffic is like, first."
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After the frst wave of people, of which you can't get a solid count of, there seems to be little activity outside of the buidling. The guards outside are obviously well armed, and armored. While they ensigna doesnt look like the hunt's standard corporation logo, it also doesnt look like any of the standard protection services either.
Sitting infront of the building, you notice a few buildings around of any intrest, theres a small coffee shop down the street, a few sandwhich shops, and a couple of corporate buildings similar to the one your are lookin at.
Looking around the building, there are a few emergancy exits, however, they dont have any way into them.
Mason looks at the others after the guards go back inside. "I'm gonna crash out for a bit. Don't go driving off on me."
Mason leans back in the seat and closes his eyes, shortly, the emotive landscape of the astral plane unfolds before him. Keeping alert, Mason's astral form goes in to take a closer look at the building.
Mason leans back in the seat and closes his eyes, shortly, the emotive landscape of the astral plane unfolds before him. Keeping alert, Mason's astral form goes in to take a closer look at the building.
Mason
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mason
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Mason whirls around, checking in each direction for the source of sudden emotion that hit him like a ton of bricks. "Surely a ketchup lab couldn't have astral security!" Mason thinks, ignoring the fact that they're being paid to plunder one, "Who would break into a ketchup lab!?"
"Me!?"
Boo: "Hmm. The air traffic seems a bit light, I think we can risk the miniblimp, how about you guys?", says Boo, pointing his thumb back at the inflated breadbox-sized object taking up space in the back of the Brumby.
"Hmm...." Wormwood looks at the miniblimp. Then he looks at the sky traffic through the window of the Brumby.
Nodding his head, he says, "Yeah I think we can risk it. Especially right now since we have the cover of night. Why don't you send up to have a look through the windows of the Hunts Lab?"
Nodding his head, he says, "Yeah I think we can risk it. Especially right now since we have the cover of night. Why don't you send up to have a look through the windows of the Hunts Lab?"
mason:
You effortlessly stream up though the floors of the building, but you stop on the 24th floor, as you notice a faint glow on the ceiling above you.
You effortlessly stream up though the floors of the building, but you stop on the 24th floor, as you notice a faint glow on the ceiling above you.
Boo: "Alright, who wants to throw the blimp?", says Boo as he gives a toothy grin, reaching over to an overhead compartment to retrieve his RC deck.
Mason quickly makes his way back to his body and snaps out of his trance, finding himself in the vehicle once more. Addressing the team, who appear to be busily preparing a drone:
"I'm back. It looks like the floors that the lab is located on are warded. Damn ketchup wards. I didn't feel like drawing extra attention, so I headed back. The guards are watching what seems to be video monitors, so I'm assuming the building has a half-way decent CCTV system that we'll want to avoid if we can."
"I'm back. It looks like the floors that the lab is located on are warded. Damn ketchup wards. I didn't feel like drawing extra attention, so I headed back. The guards are watching what seems to be video monitors, so I'm assuming the building has a half-way decent CCTV system that we'll want to avoid if we can."
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| Boo: "Alright, who wants to throw the blimp?", |
"I'll take care of it."
Once Boo has his RC deck set up, Wormwood picks up the miniblimp, opens the door, checks to make sure nobody is watching him, and throws it into the air.
As the blimp climbs up higher and higher into the air, the rest fo the team begins to loss track of it. But Boo, boo feels the exhileration of climbing higher and higher, circling around the highrise building.
"Wow...that is cool Boo."
"You got any way for the rest of us to see what it is seeing?" asks Wormwood.
As the drone flies higher it gets to the 20th floor. Peering into the windows you see largely what you would expect for the floor: alot of corporate offices, meeting rooms, an employee lounge, and a gym. Floating up to the next two levels the number of windows decreases, and the ones you can see into are mostly hallways that can you see a few camera units in. However, there is one room that appears to be a kennel of some sort, with about a dozen cages, all with what looks like large, droopy faced mastiffs in the cages. It would seem like the dogs are able to come and go from their cages as they please;there are no cage doors on the cages themselves.
As your flight continues upward, you notice a similar room on each floor.
On the last two floors, the number of windows increases again, but all of the rooms are the same, a bed, a small desk, and a trid screen, and a couch and recliner are in each room. There is some activity going on in a few of the rooms, but it all looks like people living their normal lives.
As your flight continues upward, you notice a similar room on each floor.
On the last two floors, the number of windows increases again, but all of the rooms are the same, a bed, a small desk, and a trid screen, and a couch and recliner are in each room. There is some activity going on in a few of the rooms, but it all looks like people living their normal lives.
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| "You got any way for the rest of us to see what it is seeing?" asks Wormwood. |
Boo: The troll reaches over and connects a port from the RC deck to a feed directly to his pocket secretary. The screen is small, but serviceable.
Wormwood asks Boo, "Why not have it check out the roof?"
"It doesn't look like any of us have a way to get us up there, but if that looks like an easy way in we could hire a rigger for that."
"It doesn't look like any of us have a way to get us up there, but if that looks like an easy way in we could hire a rigger for that."
Boo: "I was just getting to that... this fraggin' blimp can be fraggin' slow to climb, at times..."
He punches in some altitude and vector commands into the console display and waits for the miniblimp to ascend over the building.
He punches in some altitude and vector commands into the console display and waits for the miniblimp to ascend over the building.
"Me cant see! Me cant see!"
The blimb climbs higher and higher until it clears the roof and all of the apparatus on top of it. It seems to be mostly air conditioning units to cool in interior. There is an entry way, but there isn't room to land anything, and it's pretty cluttered, so even a drop would be dangerous, but not immpossible.
"I want a blimb," Hooter says with a jealous frown.
"Then buy one after the run is finished," Wormwood distractedly replies to Hooter.
He continues to watch closely on Boo's pocket secretary, trying to see any cameras or other security measures on the roof.
"It's a little hard for me to make out. Do you see and security cameras up there?" he asks Boo.
He continues to watch closely on Boo's pocket secretary, trying to see any cameras or other security measures on the roof.
"It's a little hard for me to make out. Do you see and security cameras up there?" he asks Boo.
The only thing you see that might be a camera is a small, round red light fixture by the doorway.
"Ok, looks like that is all we can see for now." Wormwood says. "Let's split up for the night and do our own legwork."
"Before we go...Is there any out of the way spot to leave the blimp to watch the front door? And while I am thinking about it, how long does the blimp's battery last?"
"Before we go...Is there any out of the way spot to leave the blimp to watch the front door? And while I am thinking about it, how long does the blimp's battery last?"
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| "Before we go...Is there any out of the way spot to leave the blimp to watch the front door? And while I am thinking about it, how long does the blimp's battery last?" |
Boo: "If it loiters around and I set up a movement pattern, it can last for a couple of days. Really, it only needs the battery to move around, as it's just a technological bag of hot air.
Any requests for Matrix work? I plan on looking up information on our Johnson and this facility."
"Actually, a big building like this probably receives a lot of couriers and deliveries. If we could find out which companies come here, maybe you could dig up a schedule?" Mason replies.
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| "Actually, a big building like this probably receives a lot of couriers and deliveries. If we could find out which companies come here, maybe you could dig up a schedule?" Mason replies. |
Boo: The troll nods as he packs up his equipment. "Gotcha... so, umm..." He gives an embarassed smile to the rest of the group. "Where exactly do you want me to drop you guys off?"
"See if you can find out any thing about the security company that works here. They don't look like in-house security, but it isn't a company I am familiar with."
"Also, don't forget the images I took of the Johnson and his son when you are doing your Matrix searches," Wormwood reminds Boo.
"Oh, and you can just drop me off at the 6th Street Bridge. I'll walk from there."
"Also, don't forget the images I took of the Johnson and his son when you are doing your Matrix searches," Wormwood reminds Boo.
"Oh, and you can just drop me off at the 6th Street Bridge. I'll walk from there."
"I'll get off there too, and grab a cabbie."
And so everyone grabs their own cabs from the 6th street bridge, and continue their work the next morning.
Wormwood
Wormwood
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Boo: The troll hunkers down and curses about the fact that even basic telecom wire was made for the little people, as he jury-rigs an interface for his cyberdeck. He connects the appropriate optical wires and jacks in...
A large black man in green scrubs wearing a white facemask and surgical cap and carrying a big black leather duffelbag slides down the interface port (which at the moment looks like a large slimey tongue). An unbelievably busty nurse in a tight skimpy outfit saunters up to him, her hips wagging with large cartoonish round thighs tapering to knife-like red high heels. In a sultry voice, she says "So... boss. What are we going to do now?"
The black man sets the black leather duffelbag down, and opens it. Like a cobra from a wicker basket of a snake charmer, a variety of tools snake upwards from the opening. Radiation bathes the black man's body and arms, as a pair of durex surgical gloves encompass his hands. A laser scalpel and a small fiberoptic medical light fall comfortably into his palms.
"Time to get some information. Let's open this bad boy up." says the black man as he starts punching in the first set of search parameters.
A large black man in green scrubs wearing a white facemask and surgical cap and carrying a big black leather duffelbag slides down the interface port (which at the moment looks like a large slimey tongue). An unbelievably busty nurse in a tight skimpy outfit saunters up to him, her hips wagging with large cartoonish round thighs tapering to knife-like red high heels. In a sultry voice, she says "So... boss. What are we going to do now?"
The black man sets the black leather duffelbag down, and opens it. Like a cobra from a wicker basket of a snake charmer, a variety of tools snake upwards from the opening. Radiation bathes the black man's body and arms, as a pair of durex surgical gloves encompass his hands. A laser scalpel and a small fiberoptic medical light fall comfortably into his palms.
"Time to get some information. Let's open this bad boy up." says the black man as he starts punching in the first set of search parameters.
Boo
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After the quick recon of the Hunt's building, Hooter hops back on his hog and rolls off into the darkness of the night. The next morning he will call a few people, see if they have any information on the corp, or the building.
At 2 am, Hooter wakes up, calling EVERYONE he knows, "hey, man, do you know anything about Hunt's copriration?" He asks everyone, and the universal response, is "It's Fragging 2 AM! Do i even Fraggin know you, slitch?!"
Having learned nothing, He goes back to bed.
The next morning, everyone reports in to the team what they've all learned, and Wormwood gets a tape from boo of the surveilance overnight. Most of the tape is filled with the normal blah blah of a hidden camera, a steady shot, focused on the door, and nothing happening. But then, as you fast foreward through hours of blah blah, you notice, at around 115 AM, two guards come outside, fully equiped with LMG's, and stand guard outside. 10 minutes later, a small group of unidentifable people, not slaves or suits, or a cleaning crew walk up, talk briefly with the guards, and ware escourted in to the building.
Having learned nothing, He goes back to bed.
The next morning, everyone reports in to the team what they've all learned, and Wormwood gets a tape from boo of the surveilance overnight. Most of the tape is filled with the normal blah blah of a hidden camera, a steady shot, focused on the door, and nothing happening. But then, as you fast foreward through hours of blah blah, you notice, at around 115 AM, two guards come outside, fully equiped with LMG's, and stand guard outside. 10 minutes later, a small group of unidentifable people, not slaves or suits, or a cleaning crew walk up, talk briefly with the guards, and ware escourted in to the building.
Wormwood calls up everybody and says "Mes ami, we need to meet. I was looking over the tape from the blimp for last night and something odd happened. When we meet I'll show you."
When the group meets again, Wormwood shows them the part of the tape starting with guards coming out with LMGs. "What the hell do you guys make of this? I can't think of any reason a katchup company would equip guards with heavy weapons like that."
When the group meets again, Wormwood shows them the part of the tape starting with guards coming out with LMGs. "What the hell do you guys make of this? I can't think of any reason a katchup company would equip guards with heavy weapons like that."
Mason relpies: "Could be that we're not hitting a ketchup company at all. I find it hard to believe that these companies are operating independantly. You'd think one of the bigger boys would have swallowed them up. I don't know anything about corporate politics, but hey, who knows?" Mason pauses as a thought comes to his head. "There's a chance that this place is just using the Hunts name. There's no telling what it might be a front for...In any case, I hate machineguns, and the stars are telling me that if I go in there I'm going to end up on the business end of one. I am starting to have a very bad feeling about this."
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