A Father's Fury
GM: Vulcan
Players: Adam, CriticalFault, Dalton, Rayne
Synopsis: The shadowrunners are hired to be the instrument of revenge against a man who has coerced and ravaged another man's life and family.
Date: 04/03/2070
Intro Details

Rayne gets up from the bar she's at, goes to a public terminal checking something there. A faint smile lifts the corners of her lips, as she logs off, then going to the payphone inserting the 'stick, "Cajun here…"

It is fairly unusual for Bif to give him a call in the middle of his rotations with his daughter. Still, Adam takes the call while supervising a batch, "Yes?" starts off the conversation with the decker on the other line. The mage paces about as there is a brief conversation that ends with him patting the platinum blonde girl on the head and heading out of the Enchanting shop with his coat on and his supermac hidden. Much like transformers— more than meets the eye here!

Dalton sits in his apartment, reading through a few things on Shadowlands, when the text message from his fixer Samatha comes in. Its a phone number. He picks up his cellphone, then dials the number "Yea, its Nightmare, whats up?" A female voice responds "There is a job, people to go do some serious damage." Dalton frowns for a moment, thinking it over, she knows he doesn't do these kind of jobs without a good cause, so it must be a good cause "Alright, where is the meet." The female voice responds "Show up at (place). You get a grand just for showing." Then the line goes dead with a click. Dalton gathers his things and heads out to his bike, starting it up and heading off towards the meet.

The place in Question is Dales Diner, in Bennet, UCAS sector. It's out highway 40, headed east. It's a slice of Americana, carefully sculpted and maintained. It's Beaver-Cleaver-Ville, complete with a water tower that shouts 'GO MUSTANGS', the local highschool team.

Critical grabs his pocket-sec off the bar and takes a look at it at the caller id, "Well that can't be good..". He answers, "Blotto, whats the deal you never actually call me..". After some worried words exchanged Crit narrows his eyes, "1 G to show up and you said this guys wants what? Hes out of his fraggin mind, but for 1G, i'll show. Tell him i'll be there." Crit then grabs his things and heads to the tube after a quick stop at his apartment he returns with a duffel bag and heads down to the meet, a pained grimace across his face.

On the other end of the line Moses says to Cajun, "This one is in your neighborhood, it's work, not pleasant. I know you left that part of your career in Panama, but you can't be picky now." Rayne replies, "Jus' gimme the location, mah 'stick is on the short."

Dalton parks his bike outside the diner and heads inside, he isnt sure who the johnson might be, but he figures they will stand out. As he steps inside, he takes a few moments to survey the place, looking for likely suspects.

Rayne heads out on a beat up Scorpion that's poorly tuned and 'tagged' in neon orange on the tank. She pauses at a gas station to change clothing opting for her night camo and duster for now. The other clothes go into the saddle bags. She's heard from at least a block away before she is actually seen.

It doesnt take a whole lot of time for Adam to reach Dale's Diner. He loads up the rover and roves on out— sending out a message to a few of his associates that he will be OOO for a few and to leave a message. Ever been called during a meet? Yeah, its not fun. Like being a hippy in a board room meeting. People tend to stare.

The silver-blue haired mage slides out and looks around a moment before heading on in.

Dale's is closed, dark. The door is slightly ajar, with the 'OPEN' sign turned to show it as open, despite the dark exterior and no lights on. There is no parking lot, it being right on 'main' street of small town USA, but the street parking (Diagonal to the street, not parallel) is more than open.

Dalton switches his astral perceptions on as he looks around the inside of the dark diner, looking for any signs of life, his tattoos are both engaged, just in case something tries to come up on him suddenly.

Criticalfault arrives huffing it from the tube drop off and makes his way to the shop. He stops to catch his breath, then continues on by at brisk pace. He makes his way in duffel bag weighing him down a bit. None the less he makes his way in.

The noisy bike sputters to a stop in a parking spot, noise ordance what's that. Rayne kicks the stand while glancing around. After she's sure, it's just the invited she removes her duster and repositions her holster to low on the right thigh. Pulling a silencer from the saddle bag she attatches it to her pistol then holsters and heads in.

Adam, being on site the same as Dalton, tips a wave to him as he slips on his shades and adopts the whole incognito mode. Plus the shades have low light, which is helpful now that things are dark as frag. He gently opens the door and scans inside— fully going in unless gremlins leap at him to tear his face off.

Inside, once people get there, there is one light on. It's a simple lamp on the lunch counter, where a man is seated. He seems to be sipping a cup of coffee. SOmething in his posture though.. it isn't right. Something about his almost casual posture seems… like its screaming a lie. The forced humanity of someone who just doesn't register on the same mental scale as the rest of the world. "Come in. I'll get you coffee."

The Man grunts then, standing up and moving around the counter. "I'm Dale. Your money for showing's on the counter here." And indeed, there are four little piles of 40 $100 notes, UCAS currency.

Dalton moves over, picking up one of the wads of currency, then flipping through it briefly then placing his stack into his pocket. He doesn't say anything, simply takes an empty stool and looks at the Johnson, assenssing his aura.

Criticalfault nods and goes next to his pile, looking around at who else showed. He gives the smallest sigh of relief when he sees Cajun enter. "Well, i'm glad to see you."

Rayne peers into the shadows made by the single light muttering softly to herself in something that sounds french. Then she picks up her stack, "Ok," she says to 'Dale' then glancing to Crit, "Well, Ah can say I didn't expect y' here," she nods once to Adam and Dalton.

Not being one to pass up on agreed upon payment, Adam slides in and swipes his pile neatly. He doesnt count it— he just puts it in his pocket as his retainer. The behavior of the man is curious— and he takes some time to study him on a psychological level, his aura, and just in general. After an initial assessment he nods to Dalton, Rayne, and then to Critical.

Scoping the Place out

"Your hospitality is noted," Adam says as he pushes the bridge of his sunglasses up on his face, "but all the same I would just prefer to get to the point if thats all right with you." His voice is soft, yet confident, as he keeps an eye on the man.

Criticalfault nods in agreement to Adam.

Dalton makes no comment, simply waiting to see whats going to happen next, he is curious about the job now though, but his expression remains neutral.

Rayne pockets the cash, then lets her hand rest easily and casually on the butt of her weapon. She leans against the counter general field of view towards the front in one periphial and the kitchen on the other.

Dale sets out four coffee mugs, filling them deftly with his off-hand while fishing for cream and sugar. "I need a man killed." He says without preamble. "Several men." He says, after a pause to concider his words. The creamer set down, he finishes filling the last cup; Adams; then produces a datachip. He sets it on the table, one fingertip resting on the innocent seeming chip.

"Before you say no. Watch the chip."

Criticalfault takes a deep breath and nods slowly, "Lets see it.."

Dalton lets his gaze move down towards the chip, looking at it for a moment, then nodding to what Critfault says.

Rayne shrugs a bit, but takes her coffee black. Sniffing then a small sip. She waits for the show, at this point she doesn't care. She got money just to show up.

Adam does indeed consider those words. As his temporary team mates chime in on thier own curiosity, he reaches forward with his natural hand to swipe the chip and scan it into his pocsoc. With the file(s) pulled across he then circulates it to the next runner in line, Dalton, as he views the ODC's contents.

Dalton pulls out his own pocsec, copying the chip and displaying the data for himself as he gives the chip to Crit.

PAYBACK.MV -> Play?

Adam encapsilates the file in case its a virus, but otherwise plays payback.mv to see what all the hub bub is bubbing about.

Dalton plays the file, willing to sacrifice a pocsec if its a corrupt file.

Criticalfault takes the chip, making a copy on his pocsec and then moves closer to Cajun to play it so they both can see it as he hits play.

Rayne doesn't have a poc-sec so she looks over Crit's should.
Time-stamp 1.1 (9 months ago): "Hey Dad?" Asks a mid 20s anglosaxon female with features that resemble dales. "I'm in a little trouble… uh… I… I need some money to pay off a debt. I need like, a thousand… or he's gonna hurt me."

Time-Stamp 1.2 (3 days later): "Hey Daaaaaaaale." Says a grubby faced, tattooed man with a heavy brow and a distinctive cougar tattoo along the right side of his face. "You came up with that grand so fast, I know you got money… so you best send some more for my care and feeding of the girls."

Time-Stamp 1.3 (2 weeks later): "Dale dale dale. I know, I know…" Says the man now. "I said I only wanted 25,000. Well, since you had such little problem coming up with that, I know you can come up with double that for next month. I mean… Shannon here… she and her little girl eat so much. I put Shannon to work, and she works fine, but Catrina? She's a handful. If you don't send the money, I may have to put her to work too."

Time-Stamp 1.4: "Are you FUCKING STUPID, Dale? DO I LOOK STUPID TO YOU? This is NOT what I asked for! You've got a week, old man! ONE WEEK and then I make a -star- out of your little girls."

A bunch of entries like this, going back probably 6 months of payment and escalated theat…

Timestamp 1.19 (Three days ago): To describe this in totality would do it an injustice. The 20 something girl is sunken-faced and hollowed, her eyes are dim and her body is wracked by obvious drug use. She looks on mutely as the burley man with the cougar tattoo savagely, and without remorse, beats, rapes, and then kills a younger female who is probably seven. At the end of the ordeal… he looks to the Camera. "Now send the money, or you lose the chance to make another one, old man…"

Dale, when it finishes playing, sips his coffee cup. "He sent Shannons's eyes last night. I want him. I want his family. I want everyone ever connected to this man… dead. This is all I have left, this diner, and tommorrow… its someone elses. I got 100,000 for it. If you don't do this… I'll find someoen who will."

Criticalfault takes a seat looking a little green, "Oh my god…"

"Gods got very little to do with this." Says the man, his voice full of deadened faith in a god who abandoned.

"I see," Adam says as he looks over the clips— making some mental notes of these 'people'. Despite the 'effect' it has on him, it does not show. Looking up from the pocsoc he notes, "Who are these men affiliated with?"

Dalton Keeps his Cool

He shakes his head to Adam. "I don't know… if I knew, I'd already probably be dead. But I don't. Thats why I'm hiring fucking Shadowrunners. You are shadowrunners, right?"

Rayne smiles, this is a smile from hell, one that most would cringe at, "Ah can't speak for the rest, but for what this thing did, Ah'll do this for the show up cash. That'll covah mah ammo," she looks to Crit, then Dalton and finally Adam, "Y' make y' own decissions, but Ah'm gonna need help."

Dalton watches the vid, his eyes glued to the scene, his aura, to those that might look, always seems to have an undertone of anger, but now, its outright glowing in fury. He manages to hide it on the physical plane, well, his fists clench, and his brow furrows, but he says nothing. He looks up at the man after the scene is done. "I'm in."

"We are. And we are going to do this job," Adam reassures the Johnson, "but what you know will expedite in locating him— and his associates." He didn't poll consensus with the group, but he gets the idea its an all in.

Criticalfault nods slowly, "Base on this tape…i can prolly find him…i dont know about the rest…but if he call you, i can find him." He takes a deep breath and swallows back the bile.

Dale continues to sip his coffee with all the gravitas of a deadman. "I asked for a matrix guy, some magic and some bullets. I don't know who's who… but that data was sent to my terminal in back. Thats the only lead I have."

Adam looks back towards Critical and nods once to him in a stern 'Good deal' sort of nod. Looking back towards Dale he notes, "If that is the case, then its time we get to work. Thank you for meeting with us." There is a small nod of his head as he looks for the terminal in the back.

Criticalfault stands up quickly and grabs his deck from his bag almost without thinking. He plugs his deck into his temple and begins to walk in the back, he stops at a trash can when he thinks hes out of site and does his best to throw up _quietly_ then makes his way to the terminal, sitting down and getting to work to get those picture out of his mind.

Dale sets his coffee down, then moves for the front door. "I'll be here in the morning. I'll see you back then." he says, voice somber. "Kill em -good-." He says, then steps out in to the Bennet night.

The Terminal is sort of cute in its way; an ancient CMT Comet Cyber-Terminal. Only runs in tortious mode, he probably plays My-Face-Space games and does the accounting for the little cafe on it.

Rayne continues her hellish smile, "Fahst we need Mr Tatts, Ah know some t'ings about makin' scum talk. If Ah can't, Ah'm sure someone here can get 'im to talk," apparently when her steam is up her deep bayou accent comes out. She gives Crit the respect enough to not check on him while he looses his lunch.

Adam looks over the small terminal and lets loose a low whistle. "Well maybe you can tap the line direct to your deck after you have the forensics on the terminal itself," he says down to the skinny decker as he pats him on the shoulder, "Callsign is Aquis, by the way, I don't think I know you yet."

Dalton shakes a moment, putting his pocsec back into his pocket. He slips off his stool, and starts to pace back and forth "We need to know where she lived, where she worked, before this all started. An act like that is going to leave residue…." he clenches his fists again. "There are spirits that can answer questions, but I cannot call them yet." he looks to Rayne "I can read his mind, I'll find everyone that was even remotely connected to this and we can deal out punishment."

Such evil images, arn't they? A girl brutalized to the point of mindlessness, then snuffed; all potential, all beauty and joy taken from her in a single inhuman moment. Pushed beyond all boundries and understanding, until she begged for her own ending; anything to stop the horror. And her mother; mutely looking on, a broken shell.

A GM abusing the Semi-Colon; unflinchingly.

Criticalfault mutters and gets his toolkit out making a few quick repairs before getting to work, hacking his MSP account to find his password, then getting his call log/MSP mails. Once he has those he'll go to the MSP and do a little social engineering to figure out all he can before he needs to deck the transmission point.

Adam lwaves Critical to his thing and heads back to the other two, "So," he says to them, "we start with him— and interrogation? Solid plan." Given that Dalton's version of interrogation is mind rape— hey, its effective.

Critical's Mini Matrix Adventure

Rayne says "Ah was taught to keep it simple," her temper is simmering down slowly. Taking a sip from the coffee, "gahd, Ah need to 'port some good cajun brew up here."

You're in the wrong sector for Coffee with chicory. Try the CAS.
Dalton paces back and forth, still going over things in his mind "Its a shame medical knowledge is so advanced, castration can be replaced, limbs can be regrown. There really is very little we can do to harm this man, simple killing just seems so inadequate."

Rayne paces like a caged tiger while waiting for Crit, "Either of you good with snatch techniques?" Posing the question to Dalton and Adam.
Rayne says "We make it slow, Ah'm pretty good at that."

Dalton shrugs "Hurt him, heal him, hurt him, heal him, spend a few days like that and the mind can be broken, then we kill him."

The MSP for the account the information was sent to is registered to Michael Burbank, who apparently lives up in Hudson, near the edge of the FRFZ. It's still the UCAS sector, but very near the Sioux Sector and Sioux Nation borders. The address comes back to 'Belle Douleur Productions', a film studio.
"We have a breadcrumb trail to follow," Adam says to Rayne with a bit of a nod, "All the same— our first step is fairly straightforward the second our friend there is done." He shakes his head to Dalton, "If we do that— we do it last. There are his associates to neutralize as well, and noncommunications may tip them off."

Criticalfault scribbles down a few more notes on his poc-sec and hands them shakily to Rayne, "Look, i need some air…this is what i have. I can do more research once i get some air and something to drink." He leaves to take a few breaths and comes back in guzzling some sink water in the bathroom and comes back out refreshed.

Rayne takes the notes looking them over before offering to the other two, "Ah need a ride that's quiet, mah bike won't do," standing as she speaks

Adam motions to go look over some of those notes when time permits. "Neatly packaged. Just find the business' employee rooster. Find all thier addresses. Cut and dry so long as we keep it simple." looking over towards Dalton he asks, "Or did we want to antagonize everyone equally?"

Dalton shakes his head "No, we find the tattoo guy, I probe his mind, get any relivant data, and then we meet out judgement."

Criticalfault nods slowly to Adam, "I can get it chum…i just need time…Let me plug in my deck and we'll get some more info now that i'll be off this dino."

"Fair enough," Adam says as he nods to Critical and then to Rayne, "You can ride with me— but my rover isn't exactly silent either. Usually I'd park out and go in on foot— and that I can assist with."

Criticalfault kneels behind the desk and pops off the link from the old cyberterminal and plugs in his deck, "Your willing to wait while i do this or you want to get ready and i'll mail it and meet up with you all later?"

Adam looks to Critical with his crystal blue eyes as he takes off his shades and pockets them, "Just the address of Michael Burbank and the business for starters— so we know where to go— then work on the rest and catch up to us after you have them."
Adam's rover is a veritable stealth machine compared to the noisy beat-up and badly tuned Scorpion that Rayne owns, "Ah say go as a full team, or no more then a two and two split. We got a bit o' a drive from here if Ah'm not mistaken."

Dalton looks to the others "I suggest we move on to physical recon while our decker does his search. The daughter is the next to die, if she hasnt already commited suicide."

Criticalfault nods sharply and plugs into the matrix link, and gives a soft sigh as he enters the matrix to run a search on Michael Burbank (Current Address, SIN, Job, etc)

Adam nods to Dalton and says, "Second we have a location, I'm all for it."

Critical's Legwork

Michael Burbank. Patron of the arts. Man about town in Hudson. He's a coach of his daughters Softball Team (The Dunks!), member of 1st Presbyterian of Hudson and runs Belle Douleur Productions as a side business. It's incorporated in the Caribbean League, Miami, but it has a production office here in Denver. It's got the office in Hudson, while the actual production Studio seems to be in the FTZ, Pueblo Sector.

Criticalfault pulls the cable from his temple and clicks the pocket-sec into his deck to transfer his finds, "Here…this is quite a bit…Address of his work, where he goes to church, etc.."

Adam nods his head as he looks it over. He offers, "Alright. Looks like its recon time. First to the house— then to the business." Moving thing right along. He heads out to his rover to get this party started.

Rayne grins, "Good," rotating her neck to loosen up those muscles, "let's go visit dis guy," pulling a pair of gloves from her thigh pocket she puts them on, "Crit, y' definitely bring somethin' to da table."

Dalton shakes his head as he follows Adam "If we can distract the guy somewhere open, I can mind probe him and find out what he knows about all this, locations of his people, especially tattoo face. We don't have much time to be subtle about this."

Criticalfault nods slowly, grabbing his bag and giving a nod to the employeer, "We'll get it done chum…dont you worry…give me your info so we can contact you."
The employer is gone.

Criticalfault mutters looking back at the emptiness he was talking to…"Yea..lets roll.."

"Exactly," Adam says as he rolls into his ride and starts the engine, "working within our means— we have a time constraint. Lets do recon and play it as effeciently as possible within them." Looking towards Rayne he nods, "Good to have you along for this. I've been curious to what you can do in a working gig for a couple days now."

Rayne walks outside to her bike, pulls a single wire and grabs the saddle bags. Then loads up in Adam's rover, "Y' about to see Cheri."

Dalton's Spirit Summoning

And then the the rover heads on out to Scumbag Numero Uno's abode. It heads through the traffic with ease— going through the night with a load of pissed off shadowrunners (and one calm one). The vehicle itself parks a block or two away in as incognito as the terrain provides and turns the engine off. Time to roll out. Adam pops— making sure to arm the car when everyone else is out.

Hudson is much like Bennet, only less Beaver Cleaver and more Rick Deckard. Its dark, its claustrophobic. It's also the middle of the night, so thats to be expected. The town is built straight up, not out like most towns would be, on account of it being heavilly regulated by the Denver Council. It's within visual range of the Sioux Nation, so it can't be in visual violation of the treaty. THe central tower is roughly 30 stories, and it might be, one thinks, at first brush, the location of your quarry.

But it's not.

The Burbank household lives on the edge of town, in a gated community called 'Mira Vista'. A guard, actual physical guard, is in the small shack that controls access to the facility.

Dalton rides along in the Rover, sitting in the back seat and concentrating when they near thier target, he whispers quietly, his face and body are covered in a black cloak, concealing his features and blowing as if in the wind. Once done he looks to the others, his spirit waiting on the astral plane.

Criticalfault swears under his breath, "How the frag did i miss this..?

Adam parks, to clarify, outside the community. No ramming the gates and graves crew guards tonight (not yet at least!). Aww.

Rayne notes the shack and the guard, "Do we leave a body count, or go over da wall?" she asks the team while they pass by.

Dalton looks at the compound and nods "I guess we go over the wall, my spirit can conceal us, but sensors are going to see us unless we go invisible, I cant handle everyone, but at least one of you and myself."

Adam motions to the wall and states, "The wall." On that note— he checks out for how hard it is to get over the wall and how much technical security (cameras primarily) they notice. He slips over what looks like a balaclava— but is actually a polymask and shifts it to a preset. "I can handle a couple of people invisible— but it is taxing."

Criticalfault gets his rifle ready and loaded to bare with his pretty new ADPS, saved just for this occasion, "How do we play this…and i'm not much for being stealthly…i mean i'm a decker..i dont do this…i can keep the engine running and cover you from the rover if you want…"

Security seems pretty reasonable. Theres a track for an Ares Sentinel drone along the top of the wall, cameras every so often. The wall is about 10 feet tall, with the track at the top.

Rayne finishes applying camo make-up on her face, "We go over the wall," looking towards the sentry track, "we time over, or can y' glitch the system, Crit?"

Criticalfault says "That system has drones…it aint for deckers its for riggers…i doubt i can do much. Maybe blow the power to it…"

Dalton goes invisible

Dalton sits in the back of the rover, and instead of putting on a hood or mask, he simply casts a spell on himself, the dark hood and cloak covering his features again, then he vanishes as the spell settles into his foci.

Rayne shakes her head, "Naw, that'd just bring too much attention," looking at it trying to get the timing on the sentry, "Ah can get over easily enough,"

Criticalfault says "I'll wait here…see what i can do to cover you if need be."

Adam nods once to Rayne and looks to Critical with a nod, "Keep an eye on the band— and the guard. If something goes crazy, comm us." That makes Critical our spotter!

Do you see what Rayne sees?

Dalton pulls out his comm and puts it in his ear "Alright, comm channels people?" he syncronizes with everyone else.

Commlink-Aquis> Adam says, "Check."

Commlink-Nightmare> Dalton says, "Nightmare here"

Criticalfault nods slowly, "Roger that". He takes up a position in the van to see the guard and keep the rifle _very_ out of sight.

Commlink-Fault> Criticalfault says, "Fault, in wait"

Commlink-Rayne> Rayne says, "cajun here"

Adam goes through the motions: Levitation followed by Invisibility. He easy streets over. They need to make some headway to this guy's house and get to it!

Dalton speaks quietly to the spirit he summoned "I need you to conceal me and my team for as long as we are in your domain and if we leave your domain, when we return to it continue the concealment, until sunrise. Thank you for your help.

The drone doesn't seem to be anywhere you can see it, but its a big little sub division. Who knows..

Rayne keeps an eye on the track. Moving in a stealth run, she hits the wall at a jump…

Dalton heads out of the rover, with the concealment of his spirit, then levitates to get over the wall and start heading towards the targets house.

The runners scale a wall

Dalton flies over the wall. Dalton is invis too.

Rayne climbs the wall. Stealthily.

Adam promptly floats off the ground, blips out of existance, and flies over the wall.

Does anyone notice?

Rayne goes over the wall with practiced easy. Her movement sure and pretty damn quiet for a mundane.
Over the wall people go. The two fliers go over with nary a sound while Rayne is a bit more bounded by the laws of physics and gravity. She finds some handholds in the brick though, a few plant roots growing up along the grout… and mangages to hawl herself over.

Does anyone notice the noticing?

Adam hears it, but Dalton, who is only looking on the astral plane, is distracted… The electric whine of a drone heading your way along the track; possibly summoned by pressure on its track from Raynes passage. No way to have avoided it, really.

Adam looks back to where Rayne came over— he moves over to a particilarly shady patch (if available) to hide down and drop his spells so that he can cast a new one to send the drone away.

Dalton moves on from the wall, looking for street signs or addresses on houses, ways to identify the targets residence from the mess of others.

Adam's Illusion distracts the drone

After she's over the wall Rayne goes for cover, natural recon instinct. She surveys the surroundings, to get a lay of the land and possible danger.

Rayne goes Stealth

Just as Rayne goes down— the image of a teenager, roughly the same build, is now seen hanging off the ledge where she once was. He pulls himself up to the track— looking over and spotting a sentry drone rolling his way. His face goes 'oh shit!' as the Mohawked man jumps down outside of the community and starts to run for his life before the thing open fires on him.

Meanwhile— Adam is being very still and quiet— keeping his eyes closed and focused as a small wisp keeps vigil on the situation from up high.

Rayne melts into the shadows once again, hooding her eyes even to conceal and glitter of wetness.

Sensor Test

The drone comes to a stop, its sensor-pod swiveling this way and that, then orienting on the 'fleeing' illusion form…

Adam takes this time to slowly and carefully get out of line of sight/sonar from that drone. He makes a 'hand signal' motion of 'move it' to Dalton and Rayne to do the same. And after that— towards the guy's house. He will maintain the illusion as long as it is keeping the drone distracted.

Dalton is moving about looking for the guys address, trying to find the targets house. He has moved on ahead of the others, trying to find the target.

THe house itself is a palatial micro-estate, situated on a small manmade lake. A Ferarri is parked in the driveway with the licence plate <STARMKR>. There are currently no lights on in the two story, white and brown home.

Rayne nods at the movement. She quickly and quietly moves for the street in unsynced bursts much like a rodent move from cover to cover.

Commlink-Nightmare> Dalton says, "Alright, anyone got a plan? I've got no skills to get us inside the house, so I figure we cause some noise, see if the guy comes out to investigate, then I mindrape him."
Commlink-Cajun> Rayne touches her throat, mouth moving quietly, "Keep an eye for md's and cameras, something this nice will have them,
Commlink-Aquis> Adam says, "Could just conjure up a delivery man to knock on his door."
It's 1:00AM. That won't work so well.
Commlink-Cajun> Rayne says, "I say we move in, I think I can get us inside."
Commlink-Aquis> Adam says, "Sounds good. You're on point."

Rayne Stealth

Rayne moves with percission and perception approaching the house. Noting anything that might compromise the mission.

Rayne B&E

Adam slides out and sneaks around with Rayne some. Given that now that he doesnt need to keep with the Trid Phantasm— he puts Invisibility back on himself and keeps close.

As Rayne approaches the front yard, notices the camera on the garage watching the driveway. Skirting around the back, she notices a camera from the roof of the targets house that seems to be looking in the window of the home across the way… The back yard has a pool, a small shed and a hot tub; in addition to a goodly amount of childrens toys.

Dalton finds a spot where he can land and observe the goings on of Rayne and her attempt to get inside. He isnt sure this is going to go well, but he needs to be ready to deal with the man when he shows up.

Commlink-Cajun> Rayne says, "That might be a pointer."

Commlink-Fault> Criticalfault says, "if thats place has cameras…check the other houses to see if they have them too..if not all the recording equipment is inside, i can talk someone through taking it apart if need be."

Adam takes a look from his invisible vantage spot to the camera and all the lovely security. The whole bit in the back makes him shake his head.

Rayne continues to the back extracting a small roll of black electrical tape. She inspects the door and the door's window (if there), before applying the tape in prep to breaking the window.

Mystery!

Dalton remains invisible in the backyard, watching Rayne, and checking the house lights, somethings going to come on when this happens, and he needs to be ready.

Rayne pulls out her kit and begins working the lock with delicate ease.

Rayne B&E 1

Rayne's anger still must be up, she almost fumbles taking the dang thing apart. She inhales slowly then begins again.

Rayne B&E 2

Rayne's now steady fingers work the casing off, without setting the alarm off either. She's underpressure, the clocks ticking but something you just can't rush.

Rayne B&E 3

The circuit is a friend to Rayne, she quickly bypasses the lock and alarm circuits leaving the door ready to be openned. She motions for someone to get near and ready while she preps to put it all back, while leaving the circuit dead.

Dalton watches as the time ticks by, he has no clue if the alarms are going to go off in a moment, or the door will open, he simply waits, its rather nerve wracking.

Rayne B&E 4

Adam promptly goes near Rayne, invisible, and gets ready. Given the environment— he doesnt have his SuperMac ready. That'd sure as hell wake up the neighborhood. So he stands there, invisibly looking vigilent.

Rayne rolls the developing crique out of her neck then gives the all clear signal, at least someone for a spec ops group would know it. She unclips her weapon from the holster, then quietly jacks a round under the hammer.

Commlink-Cajun> Rayne says, "I've got point."

Commlink-Aquis> Adam says, "Copy that."

Commlink-Nightmare> Dalton says, "coming in behind you both."

Dalton floats over invisibly to the door, waiting for the others to go inside before he follows along.

Rayne subvocalizes then carefully opens the door the silenced Max-Power leading the way like a cobra's tongue flicking the air. A quick sweep of the room that she enters…

Mystery!

The door swings open, in to the kitchen, which is dark. But as Rayne enters, there comes a growling. Then a bark. Then a bark again. Then a bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark-bark! WOOOF!

Okay, so the dogs about the size of a loaf of bread, but the bitch has got lungs.

Adam keeps his vigil— having his finest weapon out, his senses, as he enters behind Rayne. Then there is that dog. Damn bitch!

Commlink-Cajun> Rayne swings her weapon towards the dog, not even hesitating in pulling the trigger, "Sweep and clear, sweep and clear."

Hearing Check

"The dogs barking, Mike…" grouses a woman upstairs. "Go check on it."

"It's just the dog. Now it's quiet."

"I heard something. Go -check-."

"You go check!"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP!" Shouts another voice, younger, male. "I'll go fucking check."

Upstairs, a door slams, and then the sounds of feet moving down a hallway to what one might presume to be stairs.

Stealth

Rayne moves quickly for the stair's opening, as quietly as possible. Pressing against the wall she waits for the younger male to come down.

Dalton moves inside behind the others, he hears the voices upstairs, then moves over to get a good view of the stairs to ambush the guy coming down, he drops his levitate spell so he is free to stunbolt the guy.

Rayne lets Dalton do his thing, she'll secure the guy once he's down, then continue upstairs.

WTF mate?

And down the stairs comes 15 year old Mark Burbank. He's got a 'FUCK YOUR MOTHER' teeshirt on, which is cheeky in its use of retro euphemisms. On the back is "COOL AS ICE", a reference to god knows what. He turns the corner, a pause as he steps in the dogs pooling blood. "What the…"

Dalton Stunbolts

Dalton calls the mana energy to him, then begins to focus it. A dark cloak and cowl cover his visage as he casts the spell, though its all invisible and only noticed on the astral plane, unfortunately, the spell does nothing when it hits the kid.

Init and Dalton's Blast

Dalton summons forth the another spell as soon as his first fizzles, casting it forth with as much effort behind it as he can muster, knowing he must stop the kid before he screams.

KO

The mana energy hurtles through the air and explodes into the mans aura, suddenly, his eyes go dark and he falls to the ground, unconsious from the magical energies coursing through his aura.

DocWagon

The boy falls to the ground, smacking his head on the floor with a dull thump not unlike a ripe melon.

"Did you hear that, Mike? I told you I hard something. MARK! Are you Okay? Whats down there?"

"He's probably jerking off. Leave him alone."

Rayne bounces up the stairs much like an angry teen whose sleep has been interupted. She's trying to track by voice which room is being used by susan and mark.

Dalton moves fast, his magically enhanced reflexes allowing him to take down the target before he got a chance to do anything, now its time to deal with the upstairs, he moves over to the stairs, and starts heading up the stairs behind rayne, but he tires to be quiet, cant let them know there are more people here.

Adam promptly drops his shroud and comms over to Rayne « Think fast. You're Mark now. » as he weaves a spell to physically mask her appearance to look, sound, and even smell like the kid they just took out. Meanwhile he goes about sustaining the mask and moving the kid out of view. Gooo support Team Adamo!

PhysMasking Rayne

"Hello, this is the Burbank Residence… Yes… I heard a strange noise down stairs… No, I'm sure of it. Describe the noise?"

Rayne moving in a thumping fashion for the door from which the voice emmenates from gun behind her back, opening the door to the room, and reaching for the lightswitch.

Dalton moves along behind Rayne, trying to look into the room over her shoulder, well, his shoulder now, and since he is invisible, he isnt too worried about being spotted

Mystery!

The light reveals Mike lying in bed, while Susan appears to be on the phone. "Yes, I'm -sure- I heard something. EEK!" Says she as 'Mark' bursts in to the room. She, being nude, drops the phone. It bounces off the bed and on to the floor, the battery popping out.

That can't b e good for the cops on the other end.

Stunboltage

Rayne continues walking, hand behind her back, "Just the damn dog scrabbling for the door, damn thing near killed me." Closing the distance.

That you?

Mike mutters, tossing the book he was reading to the side. "Go to fragging sleep, kid…" A pause as he sees the gun. "OH SHIT!"

With that, he dives off the bed, and to the floor. Kids got a gun! Kids gone crazy. Kids gonna pull a columnbine, or at least a bad MeatLoaf Song intro!

Rayne is cool about this, she takes two steps and snaps out a sidekick at Susan, to completely remove her from the equation.

SmackAHoe

The woman blinks as the boy comes at her with the gun. When the kick comes, she's moving already. Holy shit, the kids gone crazy! She never liked the little shit anyway. Now maybe Mark will get sent to the Military School she always dreamed of. She blocks the kick with classic 'anti rapist' moves, then goes for a jimmy-kick.

Rayne doesn't have a Jimmy and is wearing decent combat armor.

Boomstick!

Mike comes up with the home defense weapon of choice: A shotgun. Pumping the action, he lets the gun speak for him. He loves his kid, even if he's a sociopathic little shit, so he uses the Gel rounds he had under the bed. "GODDAMN IT!"

Rayne's kick does nadda to the woman, she doesn't have a jimmy and she's nocked flat on her ass by the rubbershot. OOOH that's gotta hurt.

New Init

Rayne gets up after that, training the weapon on mr Mike.

DaltoBlast

Dalton moves into the room, walking further so he can get a good look at Mike, he takes a moments breath then summons the mana energy, his shamanic mask covering him on the astral plane, but invisible to the physical world. The spell energy takes form and slams into Mike, his hands go slack and the shotgun falls to the floor and he follows it.

Rayne Shot

Rayne's pistol coughs, slamming home in the meaty part of Susan's shoulder and out the other side taking a good chuch with it.

Susan reaches and yanks her DocWagon bracelet off.

Another DaltoBlast

Dalton gathers the mana energy once more, repeating the spell he has done all night, throwing a stunbolt at the woman, and letting her collapse to the floor unconsious, but he doesnt slow down, as soon as she si down, he moves over to Mike.
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