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GM: Posh
Players: Posh, Carpenter, Indrakshi, Mafen, Abel, Scurry, Krieg
Synopsis: Posh hears that her friend, Azzie special projects director Consuela has been particularly piqued by the works of one artist, whose objectifying works are popping up in the offices of Azzie execs. When the artist appears as a threat to future profits from Aztechnology's internal Cultural Affairs Division, Consuela hires Posh to have this artist executed with a little extra flair. Posh turns to relative unknowns with fresh MOs, covered by heavily armed mercs ready to bust them out, in order to achieve the solution. Eventually, the two mages go in with a disguise to perform the deed, covered by Krieg taking control of building security, and the mercs get to champagne it up for their non-hazard pay, thanks to the outstanding success of the assassination team.
Date: 1/25/2075
Posh has sent a message out, apparently after having worked over a lot of thoughts for this mission. She's presented herself with her Securetech blazer and wide-lapeled shirt, seated in the back of a rented room at the Cool Cat, where she's picked for this meeting.
"So, first off," she says. "I've got a rather nonstandard job to present to you. I hope neither of you feel this is a waste of your time," she says, dipping her head to the renowned mercs in attendance. "But please, bear with me," she says.
Indra knows Posh, but she's never -exactly- been called in by Posh..since Posh and her rarely end up in the same parts of the old USA or Africa when they do work. So Posh giving her a call direct? It means she'll show up to see -what- is going on!
Scurry shows up because, well, he was called. And it's Posh. The elf has his faced wrapped up in scarf and face-mask for cold weather, as is his want. He says nothing, but settles into a chair quietly.
Abel had shown up with Posh, and would have been quietly sitting at the table and messing with his pocsec as others arrived, and only then would he have slipped it away to see what everything was about.
Posh chuckles. "So," she says, presenting up on the screen. "Here's why you might not want this job. It's under your usual payout," she explains. "And it's the first thing I could think of to draw security from the targets," she explains.
"Now," she says, glancing to the relative newcomers. "You were chosen," she says, to Abel and Scurry, "because your reps are fresh. That's an asset. It means that your MOs aren't well known. Your style isn't public let. That's why Aztechnology wants you to weed its garden a bit," she explains. "For starters, does anybody hear the word 'Aztcechnology,' cover their ears, and scream, 'NOPE?" she asks. "If you are, best head out now and keep your peace, no hard feelings. Also, if any of you know anyone deniable and available…the problem is, these folks are hard to find! Please bring them on board," she suggests.
Carpenter pauses for a moment at the mention of the corp itself. "Well, that's a tall order- Bloody fuckin' 'ell, hawkgirl, I hear that about me again and I'm going t' waterboard you. We both work for 'is Majesty. Well, in general. I'd like to think." He says, nodding at Indra. "But I'll need details with people like this. I may be tacitical solutions for 'ire, but I got my bleedin' standards. Who's th' target?"
"My position is no different from that of the great Lord Cochrane," she says, "captor of the xebec-frigate El Guamo when only in a tiny brig, who served the Peruvian government for a time," she explains. "Advancing the interests of His Majesty's friends, allies, or those neutral to it is in no way harming His Majesty," she says. "But, yes, I am suggesting we kill foreign corporate citizens for hire, that is indeed what I am proposing. And without necessarily the same sort of cover that you usually operate in. If that sort of work is something you stay away from, even…in the shadowy side of merc work, then that is what I am offering. But what I was hoping is that you could pretend to be a cartel hit squad or something, nearby. As I said, you are not the only possible distraction. But after all, we have the mercs available…." She grins. "And I'd prepare your disguises."
Carpenter gives a slight nod. "Oh, I'd know you'd 'ave that end covered. Why it's a pleasure t' work with a woman who 'as her priorities straight. An' I suppose that would lead t' th' second question. This man a whistleblower? Or are we just 'elpin' th' Aztechs eat themselves? If it's th' former, I'll need more information. If it's th' latter, bullets are cheap, an', as I said before, I 'ave my guns."
Abel doesn't miss a beat. "I've tried, believe me," he says to Indra with a wide grin. "Turned me down and would say why." He put a hand over his heart and made a slightly dramatic sniffle. Very casually he rested an arm over Indra's shoulders, all chummy. He gives a lingering look to Carpenter for a long few moments before looking back to Posh, giving a nod. He doesn't reach for his phone, though. He apparently had no-one to call in.
Scurry simply shakes his head. "I'm tapped," He says. "Got no one I can call in."
Posh nods thoughtfully. "Well," she says. "I remember that there was a quite useful rigger," she says. "Worked with her last night. I think I'll arrange to get her a Bumblebee, and then you guys will have a good high level scout," she suggests.
"So," she says. "It looks like nobody's fled quite at this point," she says, as she brings in a couple of other deniables, waiting for Krieg and Feather to show up at the Cool Cat.
As she does so, she gets soykaf and booze for those arrived, and indeed acts both like hostess and johnson, finaly greeting the new arrivals warmly.
"So here is the target. Hector Valencia," she says, showing what can only be described as a douchebag plus fifteen years of vice. His roided up muscles don't hide that his clipped goatee is greying and he has a little paunch. "His pieces, called 'Ecstasies,' have become very popular in Aztechnology executive offices, my contact tells me," she says, showing a glassblown figurine of a dismembered woman, with trid displays projected on the inside. "Whether this is personally motivated or not, he has been deemed to be a particularly pernicious influence on culture among Aztechnology corporate SINs. This leads to bad PR. Mages indulging in blood magic. Worship of murder for pleasure. Objectification in the workplace," she says. "Anyway. Consuela wants him dead, and is willing to pay a hundred fifty thousand for the pleasure. And she wants him to die like a loser, not like a martyr. I've found the perfect way for this. He must die, by hanging, in his home, with masturbation paraphernelia about and a children's morning show turned on," she says. "That is how the cops must find him. He lives in a relatively medium-security residential high-rise near the Burnsley," she says. "It's Azzie, though, so that means all the citizens are armed. If we're going to run the risk of a tussle, it'll be better for us if any violent response attention is far far away. Because of the kill team gets caught in the Azzie sector, the response will be dangerous. I was thinking you mercs could more safely manage response. Act as a 'heat' shield," so to speak."
Mafen's sitting at the table behind Carpenter. He's wearing a very fashionable suit, but doesn't appear to be engaged in the meeting exactly — His eyes are looking down toward the table, and he's perfectly still. Little hourglass shapes spin in his irises. Probably waiting for Carp to say it's time to go.
"Wait, wait…" Scurry says, sitting back and shaking his head. "Posh, I'm sure the mercs are amazing, but if it's between the world's scariest mercs and Azzie blood magic? That's a scary bet. Do you have anyone who can actually handle blood wards? I can definitely set up the scene you want, stun him and hang him, but what's the level of protection he's likely to have?"
Upon arrival Krieg gets her free drink and just finds a comfy spot to observe and listen to the objectives.(Catch Up part) After the interesting mission breif she just sips the drink and seems content leting others discuss until security topics come up.
Abel doesn't seem surprised by the job. "So he lives in a high-rise? Hrm. Might make things difficult," he admits, drumming his fingers on the table in though. He looks to Scurry. "So we can get in from the outside, of from the inside. Maybe like, an open window I can dump us in." He then shakes his head. "As far as we know, Hector isn't a awakened. Just a guy doing fucked up things that kind of… Glorify that kind of lifestyle."
Indra yawns quietly again Posh lays it all out. "So you want me and Sharpe to what, raise hell on another side of the sector, so Abel and friends can go in and do their thang?"
"If we can get an /in/ for the security network, that will not be much of an issue depending on the type. We would also need that information, it could be done on-site but the difficulty increases at that point." Krieg sips her drink and looks over all the other people there.
Carpenter gives another nod. "I don't care for men like that. An' it seems our rist is reletively low. Little song an' dance on the other end a' th' sector, an' then egress before people can say much a' anything. We'll have t' spot th' location, but within' our skillset."
Carpenter doesn't look behind him, of course. There needs to be trust in a team, after all.
Posh nods to Carpenter. "I was thinking that the merc team could even be held as a sort of reserve. Ideally, the assassination team wouldn't even trip any alarms, so that you wouldn't have to do anything at all. Just sit in the van and ride it out. It's just that, if they do trigger the response, then," She grins. "You bring out the heavy machine guns and even a couple of rockets, and go to town, then make a quick getaway," she suggests. "I mean, it wouldn't be a big payout, probably…say, ten thousand each, doubling if any of you have to fire a single shot? And the same goes for the rest of you," she says. "Thirty thousand each on the assassination team, and twenty thousand if the mercs have to cover your arses on the exit," she suggests.
"That leaves us to defense. Well, it is the Azzie sector. We can expect him as well as any citizens to be well armed up to assault rifles and such, and we can also expect any cops to have things on the level of heavy security and matching weapons," she warns. "So it seems the best thing to do would be to find a way to neutralize any protection he has without raising any attention."
«Plot» Posh says, "Mercs get ten thousand just for coming. If they have to pull triggers, they get twenty. Killers get 30k if they do it quiet, 20k if the mercs have to cover them. All consent?"
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "Sure Sure."
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "If I have to fly people around do I get more? :P"
«Plot» Carpenter says, "Consent."
«Plot» Abel says, "Sounds good."
«Plot» Scurry says, "deal!"
Mafen's eyes flick back from the hourglasses and his head tilts upwards. "Contingency & Evac operation. 83% chance we won't need to be engaged in my estimation." He smiles slightly and looks over at Carpenter.
«Plot» Mafen says, "Consent"
Carpenter nods again. "I'm sure th' team 'ere is willin' t' earn an honest day's wages with stuffer shack food. An' it's a nice lil' twist that if we do get called up, our fresh-faced friends 'ere pay us for th' trouble. Though I'm sure they can ask use nicely to give it back."
«Plot» Krieg says, " Whatever pushes us forward I agree, So say we all."
Mafen shrugs at Carpenter and nods slowly. "The Ares Heavy Laser should be sufficient, but I can bring rocket launchers, miniguns, assault cannons, et cetera if you think we might need." He works out details with the merc.
Indra rolls her eyes a bit at Carpie's words. "No way in hell am I giving back nuyen. Do you think tanks grow on -trees- Petticoats?" She says to Carpie!
Carpenter looks over to Mafen. "'awkgirl's got a good limo. We can use it for stakeout on thier probable response route. Alarm get's tripped, we interdict an' light up their life. All signed up for a little bit of excitment, yeah? So they should expect th' blood comin' toward them. Sec armor'll be tough, but concentrated fire should be enough. What's your kit?"
Carpenter then back to Indra. "I'm not a tanker, 'awkgirl. I just know when they explode. Bring that 12.7 millimeter ya go on about. Sure you'll get a chance t' use it."
Krieg jsut takes her time to observe and peer at all the interesting people here, her SoyCaf is all the company she needs for now. No one seems to worried of medium-security planning so she'll improvise if it comes down to it. She does give a small wave to the ones she knows. "Will they be blowing up the entire building again, or will it be more graceful this time?" She mentions, to no one in particular.
Mafen shrugs at Carpenter and nods slowly. "The Ares Heavy Laser should be sufficient, but I can bring rocket launchers, miniguns, assault cannons, et cetera if you think we might need." He works out details with the merc.
Posh nods to Mafen. "Precisely," she says. "That's an eighty three percent chance at ten thousand nuyen just for sitting in a van. Of course, that thirteen percent might get quite warm," she says. "I'm not sure I'd give any back," she says, with an impish smile to Indra.
"I'm happy to ride along with the mercs, myself," she says. "Been playing with some of these Skorpions. Might show them off in the truck." She chuckles. "I'd prefer graceful, personally. But in any case, the method is up to you. Based on a personality profile of this aged douchebag, I think he's likely to have an entourage of younger jerks, probably well armed. Probably not a very easy target. But I'd say a couple good creative solutions on his security should be useful. Remember, there can't be too much unexpected - it's an apartment building - but you're not going to be sneaking heavy weapons in there."
Abel turns to focus on Krieg and Scurry. "Alright. So, how the hell do we get into this place?" And how do we deal with potentially a small gang off heavily armed assholes?"
Indra's eyes slowly blink at Mafen and Carpie. "What the hell? You want me to bring a fifty, and he's talking AutoCannons. I was thinking we just use Sabres to put down problems quiet like if they drop the ball."
Posh nods to Abel encouragingly. "What are likely to be standard obstacles to entering an apartment building full of well-armed citizens and killing someone who's also likely well-armed, who's got likely a well-armed entourage of women-objectifying human slugs?" she asks. Apparently she's taken Consuela's position on this one.
-----> Contact for Posh (#11342) <-----
Contact Name: Consuela Gallarda
Level: 1
Type: azzie j
GM Note: Posh helped out Conseula remove a couple of difficult customers from real estate that she'd been assigned to secure. The job helped to propel Conseula's career within Aztechnology, and now she works as a special project director in the office of the Aztechnology managing VP for the Azzie sector in Denver. INT 8 (Cerebral Booster), Negotiation 10 (Pheremones), Etiquette (Corporate) 6 (8), Shadowscene Players (6), Corporate Procedures (Aztechnology) 6(8), Famous Wetwork Missions 5.
krieg sips the drink again, and responds to Abel's question. "Shoot them…or maybe just ask them nicely to let you by, as they are civilized people and some such."
Mafen smiles at Indra. "I wouldn't worry about it. It's just for takedown punch if neccessary, we shouldn't need to fire such grotesque weaponry."
Carpentereyebrows go up toward Posh. "Well, this will be a treat! We can catch up, you an' me. I'll bring tea an' we can 'ave som civility in that bloody concrete jungle." Over to Mafen. "Laser's a bit 'igh-tech an' signature for this job, but I wouldn't say I'm not curious t' see th' look of it. 'eavily armored response vechicles might need killin'." Abd then Indra. "We're a distraction. Big smoke an' flash t' confuse their response team. Saw it done a few times when th' bobbies at th' Met would pull us int' th' City proper. Cause a big row at Trafalgar Square, no one sees ya rob Islington blind."
Abel narrows his eyes a bit at Krieg. "You really are not helping much. We need ideas, not snark. Perhaps we can pose as potential buyers of his work and be let in? But even then, we would need to deal with anyone he has over. Which means extra bodies, which means the plan won't really work. Can't start a fight."
Posh gives a smile to Carpenter. "Indeed it will! You can probably give me some tips. Most probably that I go into combat far underdressed, like Manitou claims. "Poshie! You have to cover up that tummy with milspec!" she mimics.
After a brief cough, she turns back to Krieg, Abel, and Scurry. "Can either of you speak Spanish, or effectively pretend to be corporate fratboy types? Those seem to be the most common consumers of his work, particularly when they hit midlife crisis." She shuders. "I wonder how many date rapes he's contributed to.
«Plot» Mafen says, "Might be faster to work out the plan in OOC — what details on the physical security are known? Are we getting on site then evaluating, or do we have blueprints and staff manifests etc?"
"Not a chance in hell I could pull off a corp going through a mid-life crisis," Abel says at a bit of a deadpan. "The big, big problem is the extras. We need a way to get them to go away without killing them, or knocking them out, or anything like that."
"Not a chance in hell I could pull off a corp going through a mid-life crisis," Abel says at a bit of a deadpan. "The big, big problem is the extras. We need a way to get them to go away without killing them, or knocking them out, or anything like that."
«Plot» Posh says, "All the moment all that is known about physical security is what is known about like…medium-high level apartment buildings, like a long-stay version of The Burnsley."
«Plot» Posh says, "So this is just half-cocked profile-based assumptions! :D"
Mafen shrugs. "Neurostun gas grenades could incapacitate the entire apartment. You complete your task and attempt to leave conventionally. Pack chutes if you need to jump off and we extract?"
Krieg hides behind her SoyCaf a bit, "The concept did not seem to be any better, thus my suggestion of the eventual outcome of most plans." She sighs, "Maybe he has a common service he often hires from, that would get us someone inside at least, and likely alone with him. They would simply disable the exterior alarm access and let whoever else in from the balcony..if it has one." She peers at Abel a bit.
Mafen raises an eyebrow, looking at Carpenter, then back toward the table. "I suggest we get on site and evaluate there. Difficult to make any guesses from this table. Does not seem unsurmountable for you though."
Abel rubs at the side of his neck and just nods. "I like his second suggestion. Let's get eyes on the place, and not do any obvious parachuting from his building."
Carpenter scoffs. "So long as ya don't go int' battle with exposed skin at your torso, I'm not gonna comment on your dress. Yet. No promises if ya come t' use in a sheer wrap around lke you're goin' t' a fancy club later on. Nuerostun could work. Could even overdose th' bastards. But on site sounds fine."
Indra blinks a few times and pokes Abel in the side. "To Jarvis?" She asks every one.
The cyborg elf behind the legendary mercenary nods slowly. "Assuming Jarvis is name of your transit vehicle, agreed."
Scurry took a long moment to consider it. "Well, he is an artist," Scurry says. "I have an idea I'm very keen on, Abel. In fact, I like it quite a bit." He raises a gloved finger to his cheek. "Posh, can you secure me an untraceable line through to this gentleman? I think he may have a visit from an interested buyer, one who would like to look at his wares alone."
Scurry smiles brightly. "See? A bit of cleverness can go /very/ far. What other forms can you assume, Abel? Just animals, or a sexy buxom vixen of no real threat potential?"
Posh nods. "Well, Les can probably arrange a potential off the books buy for just about anything. No doubt I could place a phone call or two for you and set up such a direct line," she says. "The question is if your two comrades are willing to go along with your idea. The mercs all seem to be what's headed," she suggests.
Abel shakes his head. "No, right now just animals. I'm working on being able to turn into other metahumans, but that is going to take a little while. I mean, I can be a mouse in your pocket or something."
Scurry gives Krieg a once-up, once-down. "Well, if you can't do it, what can we make of her?" He says. "If you want to smuggle in as a mouse, that would be great. Totally unexpected. Our young lady requests time alone with a gentleman, and she will be bringing Daddy's accountant." He gazes off into the distance. "She wants to spend a lot of money, and maybe other favors, as well. That'll be how we dispose of any bodyguards. We roll up in Indra's limo, play the part, get him alone, I use the restroom, you change back—" He says to Abel, "And then we take him down."
«Plot» Posh says, "Does anyone have less than a Rating 4 SIN or is carrying anything illegal through a border check? (Border checks don't have cyberscanners, right?)"
«Plot» Scurry says, "Nope!"
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 vs TN 28 for "Collective border security INT 6 vs Indra's awesome smuggling compartment for merc team's weapons. Rest of them get a sweet limo ride.":
3 4 4 4 5 8 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 vs TN 28 for "Collective border security INT 6 vs Indra's awesome smuggling compartment for merc team's weapons. Rest of them get a sweet limo ride. KARMA!":
1 1 4 4 7 16 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "The real will pass, but obviously leave a record. The SIN check is an opposed check, your rating vs the check, then the check vs yours. Neither gets karma. The check has to beat you by 3 successes. There's a risk, but not a huge one."
«Plot» Posh says, "I would personally use the fake one, but I'm kind of a high risk player anyway (see my arm). It's up to you. :)"
«Plot» Posh says, "I'm not making 4s or above roll."
«Plot» Posh says, "The check is Rating 3"
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 3 vs TN 3 for "Border check vs Carpenter's SIN":
1 1 2 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "Carpenter, roll your fake SIN (like +roll SIN:2/3)"
«Auto-Judge[]» Carpenter (#3344) rolls UCAS-03344-000CGK-0005KE-OTJ (Joseph Bloggs) vs TN 3:
1 2 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls CAL-06763-0008SN-0008BD-2VC (Jeffrey Alan Rhaymes) vs TN 3:
1 3 3 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Mafen (#6763) rolls CAL-06763-0008SN-0008BD-2VC (Jeffrey Alan Rhaymes) vs TN 3:
1 3 3 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 3 vs TN 3 for "Border SIN check vs Mafen":
1 4 4 = 2 Successes
The border check into Aztlan is relatively simple for the party limo and its passengers, Posh enjoying a nice rummy tea while the rest of the group continues. There's a bit of extra time spent on Mafen and Crpe's SINS, as the modern family continues into the Azzie sector. Jarvis stops a few blocks away to let the kill team off. "If you'd like a bumblebee drone, I can probably arrange one for you right quick," she says.
<Plot» Mafen says, "Does everyone have R10 encryption radios?"
«Plot» Krieg says, " R6"
«Plot» Mafen says, "I have, I think 3 more loaners I can give out"
"What about the call-through?" Scurry says. "That's really key to this. I can't use a payphone. Before we adjourn, can you let us set up the meeting?"
«Plot» Carpenter could use one.
Krieg nods about the drone, "That would likely be useful. " She fidgets with what would likely be her second or third drink, "So..what is this plan of something I would have to do? "
«Plot» Mafen says, "Who is the point man inside?"
«Plot» Mafen says, "Or woman, not being sexist here."
«Plot» Krieg says, " It's a generic term, but thank you that is nice!"
«Plot» Indrakshi says, "Mafen; I think we just sit in the limo drinking and shoving hard scrip in Posh's skirt until we need to kill some one."
Posh turns to Scurry, smiling warmly. "All right," she says, nodding to Mafen gratefully as he thinks of the connection." She nods thoughtfully. "All right," she says. "I've got enough for us to be able to have disguises set up for you," she says, nodding thoughtfully. "Perhaps you're one of those vapid chippees who buys something for her sugar daddy in the hopes of separating yourself from the other 'nice' girls?" She frowns for a moment. "Well, fuck, that sounds like something -I'd- do."
"I would do this but I haven't shaved my legs recently; I'd look terrible in heels," Scurry tells Krieg.
Abel remains quiet as Scurry and Co figure out the particulars. He was just going to hang out in a pocket and have a nap until needed anyway. He does add in, "Should I hop in now, or wait?"
Carpenter just twitches in the back, nodding to the guard and gripping a glass of brandy tightly to keep his nervousness from showing. When they get past it, he drains the glass quickly, and fills up again. "Bloody border checkpoints. I don't care 'ow long I've been 'ere, terror bein' on this side a' them," He watches the costumes being brought out and tried on. "Glad I'm not sneakin' around like this."
Indra's eyes are half lidded as they ride through a check point, aware of the myriad weapons around her, and hired goons scanning. "Well..lets hope they do this with out a major problem.."
Mafen smiles at the border guard slightly as all the checks go through. After the tension is done. "One time, going into SLC, got pulled aside for additional search. They ran me through a cyberscanner… ten times."
"You know, I once sabotaged a competitor lab's three million nuYen grant by letting all of their mice go free," Scurry says to Abel. "Why don't you just hop in my pocket now."
"I do not know if I can be 'lively'." Krieg ponders this plan, "Would calm odd excentric not be equally acceptable in such a situation. Or perhaps just as beleiveable when dealing with exotic artwork. I beleive maybe typical Ota types do exhibit these qualities."
"Can you do sexy?" Scurry asks, raising his brows hopefully. "Or… alluring? Can you promise sex with your eyes, or at least play hard to get? Men love that. If you can parlay your cool demeanor into a "Come Hither" attitude, that would also work."
«Auto-Judge[]» Abel (#13016) rolls Centering vs TN 4:
3 5 = 1 Success
«Plot» Posh says, "BG count 1"
Posh glances at a picture of the address on her pocsec. "Well," she says. "It's a pretty big apartment building," she says. "There are a number of units available. You can probably get /in/ the building just by…going in. You'll just have to pass through standard security," she says. "Just think of that as a good barrier to the type of gear you can bring in. The next major concern is: how are you going to get enough time alone with him away from his bros to set up his ignominous suicide? And then, how do you overpower a roided up douchebag quietly like that to do so? That seems like the crux of the problem you three have to solve to do this quietly. Or else you could plan on doing it loud. Then we mercs have a way to cover your escape. But these choices are yours.
«Auto-Judge[]» Abel (#13016) rolls Sorcery + 2 (totem) + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 5 for "Need 3 successes":
1 1 1 2 2 2 4 5 5 5 10 10 = 5 Successes
"That's why the sexy vixen," Scurry says. "If she's promising sex, he'll likely want to be alone. Send his bros home, if he has any. Or to another apartment. And if he's roided up, I will stunbolt him into oblivion."
«Auto-Judge[]» Abel (#13016) rolls Willpower + 2 (totem) + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 2 for "Soaking M":
1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 7 = 10 Successes
Posh nods, pulling open a briefcase that shows a number of wigs and makeup. "So," she says. "How many disguises am I making?" she asks, and nods. "Ah, a classic honeytrap," she says. "How good are you at promising sex?" she asks, giving a hard look at Krieg.
«Plot» Abel says, "Full soak. Abel is a mouse."
"Hard to get, I think that is something typically mentioned about my personality." Krieg nods and takes a deep breath. "I think I will be able to manage offering goods or services in exchange for the requested items. If that is the plan. I do not know if 'Sexy' is my thing."
Krieg slinks into her seat a bit with all the observation that seems to be occuring.
"You play hard to get, Posh can handle making you look sexy," Scurry says dryly. "Just make me look like a boring middle aged accountant. As far as he's concerned, only Krieg is going up to meet him; I'll tag along as a surprise and I guess we'll just have to play it by ear."
Posh nods. "Those who excel at honeytraps rarely choose to phrase things such as 'requested items," she suggests. "As one who's mastered the art myself, I'd have to mention that it's a fine one. She can't do it because she's a woman any more than you can box because you're a man," she points out.
Speaking of sexy, Abel begins to slip out of his clothes and shove them into his duffelbag. Thankfully, under all that clothes is a skintight fullsuit. He also begins to take that off and soon he was completely naked in the back of the limo, putting his things in the bag. He takes off his bracelet and gives it to scurry. "Put this in your pocket, and if you lose it I will kill you." And then the teen closes his eyes, uncaring of his nudity as he begins to chant softly in latin. There is kind of a low cracking and crunching sound as Abel looses almost all of his mass and ends up in the body of a cute little white mouse, holding the leather necklace he once wore in his mouth as he looked up to Scurry expectantly.
Mafen looks at Carpenter, back to the discussion, slightly confused. He shrugs after a minute. "I'll need someone with a PDA on reporting their location if we have to do an extraction. Whoever is in charge in there preferably. Just stick with them in case shit hits the fan." He leans back against the plush limo, glancing out of the tinted windows.
Scurry reaches down to let Abel into his hands, taking care to get the necklace and mouse both. "Oh, oh my god!" He says with a huge smile. "That would be so much fun! I would LOVE that!" He says, laughing heartily. "But you'd have to do something about the voice."
Posh nods. "Good," she says. "I was about to say something about gay men's common sexism - that they assume that women's sexuality is based entirely on appearance. I couldn't make Krieg into a sexbomb even if I had an ocean of silicone and a petroleum factory's worth of makeup," she says. "Frankly, Scurry, since you're so hot to trot on this honey trap idea, if you can sell it, I'd take the gamble on giving you long hair and a nice pair," she says.
Scurry jumps up and down. "Kitten heels and a pencil skirt!" He says. "Perfect figure for it. I'm gorgeous."
Scurry eyes the mouse in his hands. "Do you think you could do a mink?" He asks specutively.
Mafen nods slowly, shrugging. "Just found it useful in the past to have a physical fix on location, in case they are incapacitated. But its their call." He takes a krill bar and pulls the wrapping off, taking a bite. "Nice. Savory." He smiles, and unzips his duffel bag, checking his gear one last time.
Posh glances around, arching an eyebrow. "What…have I…" She shakes her head. "I don't have anything for the voice, but you wouldn't be the first man to pull that off with what God gave you," she replies. "Besides, can't you mages cast some sort of spells like that?" she asks. "In any case," she says. "If you answer for me, I can make the call for you. I'm good enough that I could mimic what I'd…think you'd sound like, yet sort of…say what you said, through my subvocal, but make sure you sounded womanly over the phone. I'm something of a virtuoso with the English language, you could say," she says, slowly shifting her voice into a throaty one that sounds both feminine and not entirely unlike Scurry, a bit of an odd mix.
«Auto-Judge[]» Abel (#13016) rolls Sorcery + 2 (totem) + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 2 for "Need 3 successes":
1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 5 9 10 = 9 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Abel (#13016) rolls Willpower + 2 (totem) + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 2 for "Soaking M":
1 1 2 2 2 2 3 3 4 5 8 8 8 = 11 Successes
Mafen mumbles to himself, 'Ideally you'd have a biomonitor and radio uplink for it…'
Posh glances around. "Wait a minute…did we lose Abel?" she asks, giving a smile to Krieg. "How about we keep this quite simple, we'll dress you up as Miss Sexy's driver, right? You've got a vehicle rig, if I'm not mistaken? That story will no doubt get you through a cyberscanner, if they have one."
Posh turns to Mafen and shakes his shoulders. "TEACH ME EVERYTHING YOU KNOW." She grins. "I wonder if I should even share my dossier with you pros, take suggestions perhaps."
The little mouse looks up at Scurry and bites his finger. After a few moments of intense mousy concentration though, the little mouse would grow into a longer, more ferret-like creature that was a mink. It kept the necklace in it's mouth.
Posh begins to work on a little foundation - and adding a number of thin layered silicone forms to conceal Scurry's adam's apple.
Krieg seems a bit overwelmed by the tremendous activity going on, "Um..yes I think I can do that as well. Whatever will work to get the job done, I am willing to attempt."
It's a steak flavor. If you haven't had steak, it's convincin'." He says, shaking his head to Posh. "I know… little 'bout this stuff. Turnin' a man into a woman, sneakin' int' a apartment under the guise of an art deal like James Bond. I am not a subtle man."
Posh smiles. "Sorry about that," she says. "It seems like you're going to be going in as the escort and driver for Scurry, who will be posing as a rich girl. Abel will be her stole," she explains. "And then, the stole will steal the target's life! Oh, that's rich."
She looks around at the stony faces surrounding her. "What?"
Scurry holds the mink with the necklace. He sits prim and proper for Posh. "Oh, I'll just work on the voice. It's high enough anyways. Besides, I have those cigarettes Slinger gave me." He turns his gaze to the mirror as Posh works. And to his credit, Scurry truly is boy-pretty; there's a lot to work with. He's far too busy admiring himself to hear the awkward silence.
Mafen nods slowly at Carpenter. "Generally it's more, knock the door down, shoot everyone, leave quickly. But I'm excited to see how it works."
Carpenter looks down to Posh. "Be honest. This is all some sort of high class performance art."
Posh grins. "It's high class performance art with extreme consequences of failure, I suppose. It's delivering violence…into a well defended place. In order to do that without extreme risk, there has to be a chain of other violent people to cover their escape. This job is sort of an experiment, almost," she admits. "That's why it's me personally calling all of you in. I'll admit I'm staking quite a bit on pulling this off."
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Disguise + 3 for "Disguising Scurry. 6KP spent on extra karma dice.":
1 1 2 4 4 5 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Disguise + 3 for "Disguising Scurry. 6KP spent on extra karma dice. reroll 1 (7 spent total)":
2 3 3 3 4 5 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Disguise + 3 for "Disguising Scurry. 6KP spent on extra karma dice. reroll 2 (10 spent total)":
1 1 4 5 5 5 15
First step: bras. "Shirt off, darling," she says, to Scurry, as she reaches in, giving him a critical eye. First, it's a number of bras in the 34 backstrap range. She picks a number of cup sizes. "Big tits or little tits, gentlemen?" she asks of Carpenter and Mafen. "I need douchebag opinions here."
"Well, I didn't see this happening either," Scurry says to Carpenter and Mafen. "Six years earning a ThD at MIT&M, and here I am sitting in a limo cross-dressing to murder. I'm a winter, Posh. That's why Abel's white."
Scurry completely undresses but for the mink and the necklace.
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Disguise for "Krieg as driver":
1 2 5 20
Posh finishes the disguise with a nice little cap-sleeve blouse that tucks into a denim pencil skirt, silicone falsies, and quite a lot of effort. on Scurry's makeup. "Your name, of course, is Shelly," she says, most solemnly. "All right," she says. "Now, you're just supposed to look hard-bitten. You're the driver," she explains, giving a wink over to those two. "In any case, you're right. This is performance art. Done at high risk, and needing merc cover."
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Disguise for "Krieg as driver":
1 2 5 20
Scurry nuzzles Abel before setting him around his/her collar. And, most importantly, putting the necklace away someplace safe. "You comfortable, darling?" He asks of his mink friend.
Abel seems relaxed and pretty mellow up until the point Scurry tries to take away the necklace. Then he growls briefly before letting it go. Otherwise he just kind of hangs out.
Mafen watches silently, waiting for the kill team to get out onto the site. "
Good to keep comms to a minimum, but check in every 15 minutes or so. Don't want to get out here reminiscing when the shit hits the fan."
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls Etiquette vs TN 6 for "Arranging for call for Scurry":
2 2 2 3 8 8 = 2 Successes
Scurry nods. "Ready."
Posh gives a smile and she nods to Scurry. "Right then. You just speak into the phone. I'm fast enough that I've hooked it up to my subvocal," she says. "I'll just say in a feminine mimicked version of your voice whatever you say, as soon as you hear it," she explains. "That way, a woman who almost literally doesn't exist, one who sounds like you but will show up as biologically female on recordings." She grins. "Right then," she says, holding up her arm and dialing by thought, showing the screen through the hatch in her forearm. "All right, Les, was hoping you can set up a private networked call for me with a particular artist - you know that decorative arts fence, right? Anyway, he's Hector Valencia…yes, I know, the asshole. Anyway, we'd appreciate it."
A few minutes later, she grins, leaning forward, letting Scurry speak into the arm-mounted pocsec.
"Hello?" asks a Azzie-accented voice in Spanish.
Scurry smiles at Posh as he accepts the phone. "Hello, is this Senor Valencia?" Scurry asks sitting back as he crosses his legs. "My name is Carmen. Oh! I shouldn't have said that." He laughs. "I am Shelly Newmar, and Senor, I am simply your biggest fan. I was wondering if perhaps we could… meet? I am interested in your pieces."
"You? My biggest fan?" The voice on the other end of the phone seems rather surprised, but wary. "See, I thought the biggest fans were the ones who already pay me tens of thousand of nuyen for my nudes of dismembered slitches like you," he sneers back. There's the sound of chuckling in the background, clearly multiple voices.
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Etiquette:
1 5 5 5 11 21
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Negotiation (Fast Talk):
2 4 4 5 14
"Bitches may be slitches, but the paramour of the Don of Veracruz' will leave your mouth in stitches if you continue in that tone," Scurry says sweetly. He appears unruffled. "I do not spend, what did you say? Ten of thousands of nuYen? I am looking for a present, Senor, and I am looking for one worthy of several hundred thousands. A collection, perhaps."
The tone in Scurry's voice is enough as the man suddenly responds to the unexpected confrontation, yet the reference to money brings him surprising deference. "Well," she says. "If you're willing to come through security…and submit to a…thorough search," he says, with a chuckle, "in front of my boys, I think we'd be able to be very…accomodative," he says "I've had some death threats, you see, so I can't be too careful, yes?" he asks, giving out a creepy laugh. "That's why anything we do has to at least be in sight of our new camera system, and my bros here," he says. A video display appears on the pocsec's screen, and it seems he's protecting himself with University of Technochtitlan Fratboydee and Fratboydum. At least, not counting whoever's likely hanging out in his waiting room and such.
Mafen reminisces, "I keep think his name was Hirohito, but that seems pretty unlikely. I don't remember if you killed him or I did. Damn, that was a crazy night. Memory hasn't been the same since they pulled the memetic implant." He shrugs, and munches on the kelp bar, unzipping his duffel bag to set the Ares Heavy Laser Plus out.
«Plot» Posh says, "All right. You've got an invitation, so if you pass security, you'll be able to go up to the apartment. Let met know who is going to try to take anything or get through anything that wouldn't pass a cyberscanner. As driver, your VCR itself would be no problem, and you have 1 SnapTight briefcase."
«Plot» Posh says, "It's sort of standard Azzie. Security is informal, except for the fast response stuff. They have hired and uniformed guards working the front door, that's it."
"But of course," Scurry says. "I understand completely. I am bringing only my chauffeur and my mink. Although, perhaps after, we might discuss prices in private? A lady of the Don has an imagine to maintain, you know." He laughs again quietly.
There's a little cough. "We'll see about that," says the voice on the phone.
The call cuts and it seems there are no futher preparations. And thus the front door of the apartment, manned by two bored security guards with a walk-through weapons detector, is the next barrier before the elevators up to the rooms and personal studio of Hector Valencia can be found.
Shelly steps out of the limosine when arriving. And to Scurry's credit, he doesn't overdo the part. There's a definitive feminine element to it, and a very definite persona accustomed to being taken care of, but no dramatic sashaying. Without eyeing either guard, Shelly presents herself to the security guards at the weapons detector. She has no weapons, nor anything offensive, and passes through.
«Plot» Posh says, "Fair warning:"
«Plot» Posh says, "Since you have a good 'light loss' mechanism and the mercs are being paid to provide getaway backup. I demand that you be smart, or I will give you hard rolls and you may lose and the chance to do it quiet will go away. So be careful! :D"
«Plot» Scurry says, "Deal."
«Plot» Krieg says, "Fair and just."
The guards don't watch anything but the sashaying on Scurry and Abel who are headed in, looking absolutely natural. Since the weapon detector goes off, there's nothing to explain but just /how/ good she looks in those kitten heels.
«Plot» Posh says, "Abel and Scurry are through ground floor security."
The little mink that was secretly a human rested lazily and almsot sleepily across the shoulders of the woman that was secretly a man.
«OOC» Krieg says, "Just the breifcase, that's it. Not sure the cases ability to prevent metal detection for the RCD."
As Krieg starts going through security, the case she's carrying through dings, showing that there's something major metal in there. "Hey hey, pal. Open up," says one of the guards, in a light accent, looking at Krieg a bit suspiciously for a moment. Of course the guard's going to draw the greatest supsicion, even if nothing quite seems out of place yet.
«Plot» Posh says, "Hmm. Etiquette TN 4, or default to 8 from charisma."
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Charisma vs TN 8 for "Well, we can try and explain.":
1 4 5 5 8 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Security Design for "Open Roll":
2 2 2 5 5 5
Scurry scratches the head of her mink while she waits. She looks neither annoyed nor impatient; if anything, she looks oblivious to the difficulties her manservant is going through.
"My apologies air, it is simply my required equipment." Krieg offers to open it for them if asked, "There is not much to it really, if you would like to take a look." The RCD is a full DNI model, so no obvious controls, simply Optic cable links.
The bored security guy seems to have seen nothing of great interest and so waves the woman and her driver through, who are now free to be able to take the elevator on up.
As a special bonus, as soon as they reach the correct floor, in the hallway, Krieg can spy a small jack that clearly is used for serviceing each floor's security system. Seems like a regular, basic setup for modern surveillance - autoguns in the halls, cameras in the rooms, you know, same old, same old.
«Plot» Posh says, "They're now on the correct floor. They don't see anyone hanging out in the halls, but there's the requisite dumb autogun pod in the ceiling near the elevator, now sleeping of course."
«Plot» Scurry says, "Do we know where to go? :)"
«Plot» Posh says, "Yes, you know where his studio is."
An old lady comes out of one of the apartments, scratching herself. She creaks her way over to the elevator, passing by the group with rheumy eyes, and begins to take the elevator they just took down.
«Plot» Posh says, "He called you up for a meet, I'm handwaving that you know what door to knock on"
Mafen rubs his cyber eyes. He chirps the radio. «Status.»
«Plot» Abel says, "Also, since we are on the right floor, I'm going to do somethings."
Scurry smiles politely at the old lady as she passes on her way to the studio. She stops just in front of the door, hands clasped in front of her. While she waits. For her manservant to knock.
Krieg makes note of all the various access points, she gets closer to the others to speak quietly as they walk, "I see what I need out here for when the time comes."
«Plot» Abel says, "Astral vision. Any obvious wards?"
«Plot» Posh says, "You can see a couple of homemade wards, but none at the target doors. Seems like magical security is left to ones' self"
The door opens, revealing the smell of Zen and spilled beer inside the huge studio, which appears to be made up of a number of apartment. There's a couple of nude women around, and there's Hector, flanked by Azziedee and Azziedum, their hats both turned backwards and all three of them leering at 'Shelley.' The others seem to be comparatively unconcerned. There appear to be a couple of real amputees among the crowd of waiting ones, exclusively among the naked women, and a number of half-finished glass-blown sculptures, thankfully none of them turned 'on.' It is a room of dissipation; of course, it being Aztlan, everyeone's got personal guns strewn about, even the gals. "So. You want to take a tour of my art in process first?" he asks, inviting the gorgeous dame with the rather forgettable driver to take a look as he and his boys leer at her. "We were thinking of putting on a show for all the audience," he says.
Posh takes a sip of her brandied up tea - she'd been in the midst of showing off her Skorpions to Carpenter. "I think these are the only ten like these in the world," she explains, with a grin, looking up at Mafen, a little concerned. "You're right," she says, turning to her implanted transciever.
«Come in? Even a single cough if you're not in immediate danger»
"Charmed," Shelly says. One hand delicately on her collarbone, she struts forward with her gaze only on Hector. "I would be delighted, Senor." She extends a hand to Hector. "I would love to see your collection. A private tour, monsieur," She murmurs, lowering her voice and glancing sidelong at Hector with a winning smile.
Shelly does not merely ignore everyone and everything; they simply do not exist to her. The art and the artist are on her attention. It would appear the lady is accustomed to such things, and her polite acknowledgment of Hector's dominance in this space is foremost.
«Plot» Scurry says, "I think Krieg has the receiver, right? I know I don't, and Abel can't."
Krieg will give the room a quick glance before looking back down to avoid eye contact staying beside her 'owner/employer', politely she quietly asks, "Excuse me…it was a long drive. Would there happen to be a restroom available here?"
Commlink-Scurry> Scurry sends, « All is well. »
Commlink-Tinman> Mafen sends, « Acknowledged. »
The artist shrugs at the driver asks to use the bathroom. "I think there's a Pentabucks outside," he sneers, briefly, at the manservant. "Here, you've got to buy something to use the restroom. Code violation, something like that. Just like at a Pentabucks, right?" he replies.
He turns back towards 'Shelly.' "So, as you can see, these are, uh, one-of-a-kind, handmade pieces. The Don of Veracruz will no doubt be very pleased to have a piece of raw art kissed by the hand of a master here," he says, looking up as the numer of emergency surveillance cameras, recognizable to Krieg as the type that is usually only reviewed in the event of major trouble. "And of course the truth of my creations is recorded for posterity. Now. Shall we?" he asks. "I think my comrades and I might enjoy a…more private search," he says, grinning lasciviously at the beminked bombshell.
«Auto-Judge[]» Abel (#13016) rolls Sorcery + 2 (totem) + Sorcery Pool: 4 + 2 (karma) vs TN 6 for "3/10kp":
1 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 8 8 9 11 11 14 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Abel (#13016) rolls Sorcery + 2 (totem) + Sorcery Pool: 4 + 2 (karma) - 6 vs TN 6 for "4/10kp":
1 3 3 4 4 9 11 14 23 = 4 Successes
«Plot» Abel says, "Stand on 10 succ"
«Auto-Judge[]» Abel (#13016) rolls Willpower + 2 (totem) + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 2 for "Soaking S":
1 3 3 3 4 4 5 5 7 8 8 11 = 11 Successes
«Plot» Abel says, "Full soak"
Two folks who'd been hanging out of the couch, smoking deepweed, get eyes as big as saucers. "H….Holy shit!" he gasps. "T….The….rat is a fucking wizard?"
Krieg politely nods to the man and seems to have evaded having to go in. She quickly makes her way back down the hallway to the previously noted jack point. Taking this opportunity to re-link the optic lines and pull a spare from the briefcase to link the security jack. Her transducer allower her to remain silent. «In position myself as well…»
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 4 vs TN 5 for "Intelligence - did that high guy make any sense?":
1 3 3 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Negotiation (Fast Talk) vs TN 5:
1 3 4 5 5 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "His roll was his intelligence in figuring out what his bud said or whether he was dismissing it as random rambles."
You paged Krieg with 'It's a CCSS system with a remote rigger that is not always monitored. There's like one rigger that checks up on the CCSS systems and maintains them for a number of these apartment buildings.'.
Inside the artists mind is a thought. A quite simple one as well. "I don't want to share her. I want to be alone with her. Mine."
Posh glances over at Carp and Mafen. "You know, if either of you want a sales pitch for these little devils," she says, showing off the Skorpion, "I'd be happy to provide."
Scurry laughs, deep and rich. A hand strokes the mink. "Three months ago, Senor, some scum from the streets decided to break into the Don's art collection." The hand stroking the mink clasps two delicate fingers around the creature's neck, as though she might snap it. "Our own Merlin caught him, and I got a wonderful mink stoll from it. When he is grown just a bit bigger, he'll be a stoll and a pair of gloves. I know little of this sorcery, but I am told that sometimes his former nature may appear."
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 5 vs TN 6 for "Intelligence of artist":
3 3 5 5 13 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "Erp. TN 6 due to successful Influence. XD"
The deadliness of Scurry's focus on the grim future of the mink, seems to catch the attention of the man, before he chuckles a bit. "I think it's more time for a private consultation here," he says, taking a deep, shuddering breath, his heart pounding a little bit faster. He's totally sold by the violent…deliciously violent, sensual picture that Scurry sells.
And so, with curt, dismissive nods to the two hefty cholos, he opens a door to the side and invites Scurry, with Abel atop her shoulders, into his private domain.
Here things are far more luxurious - it's set up as a luxury stateroom, almost, huge trid display on one side, sex toys /everywhere./
Commlink-Scurry> Scurry sends, « Alone with artist. Making move shortly. »
Commlink-Tinman> Mafen sends, « Acknowledged. »
At this point, the artist goes to turn on some horrible overly loud 'sexy' reggaeton, turning to leer at what he doesn't know are two powerful mages that he's locked into a room alone with. And, of course, real walls block astral observation too…
Krieg finds, when she jacks in, that it is indeed a service link so there's no need to open the system and splice a line in. She finds that she encounters the basic encryption of the closed security system - a solid rating four.
Scurry smiles, and stands up straight to remove the cumbersome mink from her shoulders. She pulls the necklace from her neck, leather against amplified cleavage , which she wraps carelessly around the mink. That lovely smile stays on her face as she slowly approaches Hector. "I want to hear all about your… inspiration," She says, standing such that Hector hopefully has to turn his back to Abel.
Hector does indeed turn his back to Abel, as he rather showily plumps a pillow he no doubt has plans to roger the Don of Veracruz's paramour aboard.
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Intelligence + 2 vs TN 8 for " Defeating Encyption +2 Module Bonus, Base TN= 2x Security Rating.":
2 3 5 5 5 5 8 11 13 20 = 4 Successes
«Plot» Scurry says, "Stunbolt, F4."
«Plot» Scurry says, "WP of 6, right?"
«Plot» Scurry says, "Let's make it F6, then."
«Plot» Posh says, "Abel, can you tell him the right rolls?"
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Sorcery + 6 vs TN 7:
2 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 8 9 9 11 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Sorcery + 6 - 4 vs TN 7:
1 1 1 1 2 3 3 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Willpower vs TN 4:
2 3 4 4 7 10 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 vs TN 6 for "WP vs force of the spell":
2 3 4 4 5 7 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 - 1 vs TN 6 for "WP vs force of the spell karma reroll 1":
2 4 4 4 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 - 1 vs TN 6 for "WP vs force of the spell karma reroll 2":
1 3 3 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 6 - 1 vs TN 6 for "WP vs force of the spell karma reroll 3":
1 4 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "And he's down for the count."
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Intelligence + 2 vs TN 8 for "Adjusting to System Protocols +2 Module Bonus, base TN= 2x Security Rating.":
1 1 2 2 2 2 3 5 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Intelligence + 2 vs TN 8 for "Adjusting to System Protocols +2 Module Bonus, base TN= 2x Security Rating. Reroll karma 1":
1 1 1 2 4 4 5 9 10 11 = 3 Successes
Once the enemy goes down, Abel slips back into his naked human form. He gives a silent thumbs up to Scurry and moves to make sure the door is locked before moving to speak with the other mage quietly. "Okay, so we gotta kill him, and get out of here. How do we set this up so it's an embarassing death? Old plan won't work in this situation."
Hector never knew what hit him. Aztlan's most lurid facilitator of objectification sighs softly as he goes down for the /count,/ completely unconscious, silent, having been brought to such a position of vulnerability by Abel's spell. Now, Scurry and Abel are alone in the room with an unconscious Hector, who's half-on, half-off the couch.
Scurry picks up the pillow he was going to be sexed on, and instead shoves it over Hector's face. Hard. "Here's what we're going to do," Scurry says. "We have TV's here, and we have toys. I have a belt. Take my belt off. First we kill him, then we hang him from the ceiling for that autoasphyxiation look. Finally, you are going to pull down his pants and make good use of this plug while I channel surf for a kid's show." All of this said coolly, dispassionately, because really, Scurry's attention is on the meticulous paint job Posh gave his nails.
«Plot» Posh says, "It is clearly remotely monitored though, one rigger maintaining several standards, not unusual for CCSS standards in residentil zones."
«Auto-Judge[]» Abel (#13016) rolls Sexual Techniques:
3 5 7
Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « Nothing bad yet, but we do have an alarm…I'll work on it. »
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Intelligence + 2 vs TN 8 for "Adjusting to System Protocols +2 Module Bonus, base TN= 2x Security Rating. Maybe.":
1 1 1 3 3 5 7 9 10 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Intelligence + 2 vs TN 8 for "Adjusting to System Protocols +2 Module Bonus, base TN= 2x Security Rating. Maybe.":
1 2 2 3 4 5 5 5 5 8 = 1 Success
Commlink-Tinman> Mafen sends, « Building security or local law enforcement alarmed? »
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Intelligence + 2 vs TN 8 for "Adjusting to System Protocols +2 Module Bonus, base TN= 2x Security Rating. Maybe.":
1 1 2 2 2 4 5 5 11 13 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Intelligence + 2 vs TN 8 for "Adjusting to System Protocols +2 Module Bonus, base TN= 2x Security Rating. Maybe.":
1 2 3 3 3 3 4 5 5 34 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Intelligence + 2 vs TN 8 for "Adjusting to System Protocols +2 Module Bonus, base TN= 2x Security Rating. Maybe.":
1 1 2 4 4 5 5 5 7 9 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Intelligence + 2 vs TN 8 for "Adjusting to System Protocols +2 Module Bonus, base TN= 2x Security Rating. Maybe.":
1 1 1 2 2 3 3 4 5 10 = 1 Success
"Oh like hell I do, you rode around on my soft, luxurious neck," Scurry says, but he's grinning. "I'll look shiveled while you do. I'll let them know that we… had fun, and that he requested time alone."
And that is what they do to Mr. Hector. Hanging with a belt around his neck, otherwise occupied elsewhere, with a children's cartoon playing on the holovid. And then he hurriedly goes about scrubbing the astral signature from the room with Abel before the two get The Hell out of dodge.
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Intelligence + 2 vs TN 8 for "Adjusting to System Protocols +2 Module Bonus, base TN= 2x Security Rating. Maybe.":
1 1 2 2 3 4 5 5 10 15 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Intelligence + 2 vs TN 8 for "Adjusting to System Protocols +2 Module Bonus, base TN= 2x Security Rating. Maybe.":
2 2 4 4 4 4 4 4 5 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Intelligence + 2 vs TN 8 for "Adjusting to System Protocols +2 Module Bonus, base TN= 2x Security Rating. Maybe.":
1 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 7 15 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Intelligence + 2 vs TN 8 for "Adjusting to System Protocols +2 Module Bonus, base TN= 2x Security Rating. Maybe.":
1 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 7 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Krieg (#6133) rolls Intelligence + 2 vs TN 8 for "Adjusting to System Protocols +2 Module Bonus, base TN= 2x Security Rating. Maybe.":
1 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 7 11 = 1 Success
«Plot» Posh says, "This is clearly not an uncommon setup: One rigger maintains and serves as the backup for several expensive but comparatively low maintenance CCSS systems. Since Aztlan is so distributed, it's not unexpected for you to have around five minutes before the rigger can be on site at a jackpoint in this building and ready to combat you. That sort of gives your number of attempts before a battle. Meanwhile, roll quietly, tell me how long it takes, and I'll go to Scurry and Abel."
"Oh like hell I do, you rode around on my soft, luxurious neck," Scurry says, but he's grinning. "I'll look shiveled while you do. I'll let them know that we… had fun, and that he requested time alone."
«Auto-Judge[]» Abel (#13016) rolls Sorcery + 2 (totem) + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "Need 3 succ to turn into Mink":
1 2 3 4 4 5 5 5 7 9 10 11 13 = 10 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Abel (#13016) rolls Willpower + 2 (totem) + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 3 for "Soaking S":
1 1 1 1 1 2 3 4 4 4 7 7 = 6 Successes
«Plot» Abel says, "Full soak."
«Auto-Judge[]» Abel (#13016) rolls Sorcery + 2 (totem) + Sorcery Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "Need 3 succ to turn into Mink":
1 2 3 4 4 5 5 5 7 9 10 11 13 = 10 Successes
«Plot» Posh says, "Krieg has informed me that CCSS takeover success was after 4 more rolls, meaning 12 seconds more, right?"
«Plot» Krieg says, "Yes, quite scary."
«Plot» Posh says, "Abel, pose your red hot minking"
«Auto-Judge[]» Abel (#13016) rolls Sorcery + 2 (totem) vs TN 4 for "Going for 4 succ to clear away the signature of my spell from the room":
1 2 2 2 3 4 4 5 10 = 4 Successes
It's only a little over a minute before Krieg takes over the simple CCSS. It seems that it's only for the floor, but it's triggered a problematic alarm. However, Krieg can see that there's no lockdown of the elevators - it appears that the rigger maintaining the system has set it to alert to himself only, so that he can check on false alarms. Good for making sure that the rigger's life is easy; bad for security against a hard penetration with CCSS rigger support. Just like this one. It means that there's likely a comfortable window for Krieg to take care of things, and even shut down the triggered alart, now that she has control.
Abel puts his necklace in his mouth and with some soft chanting returns back to Mink form. He remains on the floor for a little bit, sweeping away and muddling any magical signature he might leave behind. And then he looks up to Scurry and is ready to go!
Hector, meanwhile, dies in unconscious painlessness, the belt around his neck having prevented his twisted brain from receiving the oxygen it needs.
Scurry, with Abel around his neck, can stumble out, a little woozy, into the main room, seeing the expectant faces of Azziedee and Azziedum, leering at her.
«Plot» Posh says, "Scurry, Etiquette, TN 5, +1 wound penalty, -1 bonus from looking suitably drained from same wound. Roll it, and pose another awesome explanation to let them let you beat feet."
«Auto-Judge[]» Scurry (#1304) rolls Etiquette vs TN 5:
1 3 3 4 5 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Posh (#11342) rolls 5 vs TN 6 for "vs Scurry's etiquette, collective intelligence":
1 1 2 2 7 = 1 Success
The peanut gallery leers expectantly at 'Shelly' as she makes her wan way out to the audience. Mink all wrapped around her shoulders.
Commlink-Posh> Posh sends, « Above all else, delete cam footage. This is a murder. Anything else should then focus on making sure you get out alive. »
Scurry gently picks up Abel, wraps him around her neck, and dishevels her hair a bit. And she does stumble. "Mr… Senor Hector requested that you bring him a a cigarrollo in… Ten minutes," She tells Azziedee. "I… Need to excuse myself to the… Where did you say the bathroom was? Pentabucks?" She blushes profusely before lowering her head and leaving.
"Ain't the bathroom you need, honey, but if you wanna caffeine up and take a go at our fucksticks, we'll be ready for you right after we rillo Mr. Valencia up. He usualy likes a smoke shortly after a good fuck. Not -too- shortly, haw haw." They part to allow Shelley a way out, where they'll find it quite easy to find the still-jacked-in Krieg, under the watchful eye of the still sleeping gel-loaded autogun just above her, a mute herald of the potential consequences for failure.
Commlink-Scurry> Scurry sends, « Krieg? We need to go right now. »
Commlink-Scurry> Scurry sends, « It's not an emergency. We have a very small window of time. »
Krieg Will take this time to quickly deactivate every alarm on the floor, unlock any locked doors, purge any sensor records of them being there vid, trid, thermal, motion, em,/All/(But not those of the other guests, we'll leave all that, less suspecious then), activate any linked cleaning drones to start working, and set a timer to trigger the fire alarm and assist in washing anything else away 10 minutes after they leave..then full reset.
Commlink-Krieg> Krieg sends, « I'm good, we can go.. we actually should go very quickly. »
Scurry summons the elevator in their on-going effort to get the hell out of dodge.
Commlink-Tinman> Mafen sends, « Then exit right now. We're ready for you downstairs. »
With the murder completed, a window of time against checking on the body before the team can exit the building arranged, the ride down to the first floor is tense. And with no weapons or other curiosities on the way in, it's easy to just wave past the guards on the way out.
It's certainly dangerous heading into the lion's den unarmed, but it's got a higher chance of success. And, at least this time, the consequences of being caught unarmed and outnumbered were avoided by careful security management and sticking carefully to a believable cover.
The only heart that stops beating this evening, therefore, is Hector Valencia's. Just as the client hoped. And with an MO that is utterly new to the shadows, and to Denver, and will hardly add to the target's bro cred.
Posh is waiting in the limit with the champagne already filling flutes, some handed to Carp and Mafen. Indra, paranoid as ever, is up front in the main cabin, presumably poised to gas everyone. "Well done," she says, to the returning kill team, as the mercs, who'd been ready to pull them out of the Azzie fire, get to drink on this one. "That's how it looks," she says, with a big smile. "I certainly like how this one went," she says. "Should I assume the same from all of you?"
Mafen sips some champagne, looking quite impressed with the team. "Looks like you could save some money on the backup plan, next time, though I'm happy to hang around considering this level of effort."
Scurry relaxes in the limo as they pull away. "Success, he says, collapsing onto the comfortable leather. "I… I think your contact is going to be very, very happy, Posh. Really happy. God I make a terrible woman. Krieg, Abel, you two are amazing."
Krieg seems rather exhausted from the ordeal and gives them a thumbs up.
Once in the limo, Abel slips back into human form and plops back against his seat. "Oh sweet Jesus. That was nerve wracking. I uhh… Yeah, they won't use him as a martyr. Not after that." And after a few minutes of letting his heart stop trying to burst from his chest, he moves to put all his clothes back on so he could go home and get some real rest.
"You made a rather smashing one, I'd say." Posh grins to Mafen. "I wouldn't send faces in unarmed in Azzieland without backup like this. Otherwise, they'd have been /completely/ at their mercy if we'd called. At least we had ways to do a hostile, if messy, extract on hand," she explains. "Or distraction. In any case, I wouldn't set up a job like this without the backup. We let them operate like they would have in a much lighter armed area," she explains.
"Back in my day, you got caught by Aztechnology security meant you just went to a death camp for the rest of your short life. But glad to see things are changing." He grins slightly. "They did well, though. Very well. You three would be good to team up, if your skills complement each other. Every run where you have someone you can trust to cover other bases is a huge advantage."
Scurry eyes Mafen as he talks, looking a bit bewildered. "That'd be Abel and Krieg," He says. "I have magic but not as useful. I just do extreme measures."
"I'm more of a combat mage. Or, conversely, I can turn an ally into a big scary armored tiger. Who is also on fire." Abel grins a bit at this. "Stealthy infil isn't usually my thing, but being able to hide in plain sight like that was pretty cool."
Mafen shakes his head slowly as the limo drives on, looking at Scurry. "The face is the focal point of any operation. You're the front-facing end of it, you're the point of contact, you're the moment things go sour or go well. Don't discount yourself. I'm terrible at it myself, but I've seen folks convince a strike team it was all just a misunderstanding and send them on their way."
Mafen notes, "Of course, some hacked credentials will help you a lot on that kind of ploy, but you get what you pay for. Anyway. Great work out there."
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