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GM: Dorian
Players: Dean, Dorian
Synopsis: Completing the Corporate trilogy, the Johnson calls on two men to perfom a hit on the mole.
Date: 24/5/71
«Plot» Dorian says, "Alrighty then, as per usual, I run my plots with Consent On. My goal isn't to kill people, but in character actions have in character consequences. If you agree, consent in plot. Also as a sidenot, Dorian will be in on this plot, so he'll be in Companion Mode and assisting rather than leading."
«Plot» Dean says, "Sounds good to me, consent given freely."
«Plot» Dorian says, "Good, let's get this bitch started then."
«Plot» Dean revs his engines
It's a rather warm Denver night, one of those rare warm nights that have been lacking these days, and the recent humidity has caused a light fog to creep from the ground and lake and invade the city life just a bit. The moon is high, the stars are bright, and it's practically a perfect night to enjoy yourself by the pool or by the grill cookin' up some soysteaks. But whatever pleasure one enjoys is interrupted by a phone call as it's sent out to the runners, something about meeting a guy in a CAS parking lot on the fourth story floor at the given address.
Dorian makes his way downstairs of his Cottonwoods apartment after receiving the call, as usual he's wearing his black dress suit and the matching fedora atop of his head. He carries a large black duffle bag filled with various goodies he might need on the job and proceeds to the apartment parking lot in order to unlock his Koeingsburg custom Jaguar XJII Sport car, and dumping the bag in on the passenger side before he turns on the mean customized engine, puts on a nice track to abuse the obnoxiously loud sound system, and then he's off towards the meet.
Dean's phone buzzes on vibrate. Patched through a series of self-made physical cutoffs - he purchased a few bus terminal lockers and the like, where one disposable phone rings, picks up automatically, which triggers the other phone lying next to it to turn on and call yet another phone, etc - and he hears the voice of his chummer Slick. "My friend, work calls. In your sector, parking garage at the corner by the Mitsuhama building, fourth floor." "Sounds good, omae." Dean responds.
Dean checks his bugout bag - emergency medical crap, BnE gear, etc. It's a bit muggy tonight, so he settles for his sweat whicking safety underwear (FFBA) and slick leather jacket. No night cammies today, too freakin hot.
In the parking lot waits a black BMW GHT-50 Luxury turbo model, which parked right next to it sits the same car. Leaning against the first car is a man in a dark blue dress suit, complete with a tie and a bowler hat. The man is in his early thirties and sports a pair of vivid blue eyes and a rather charming face. He's currently fiddling on a pocsec while at his feet rests a rather large black briefcase. He's obviously not alone, but confident enough in his runners as to be the only one standing outside of the cars.
The samurai checks and rechecks his loadout, heavy duty shit in the mag - he doesn't know these fraggers - and 5 extras snugged to the side, 5 more strapped inside a cargo pocket. Dean splashes his face, gives a blank look at the crucifix the landlord put in his apartment while looking himself in the mirror, and heads down to rev up the bike.
Dorian's jaguar pulls up on the fourth floor parking lot, his sound system having been cut off about a block away from the meet point and the photovoltic paint turning the car from it's current candy red to a dark matte black. The car is parked about a few spaces away from the two BMW's and once the engine is killed, the door is opened to allow Dorian to step out of his car and light himself a fresh cigarette before closing the door. Unlike Dean, he knows this guy, and gives the Johnson a polite nod while walking casually towards him.
Dean parks the ricerocket, cheap black plastic with neon green trim, all the rage with gogangers five years ago, up a block and around the corner from the meet. Clickety-clack! His zippo flips out, 'Dem Bones' scripted in gothic above and below snake-eyes dice, and lights a bent, soggy from the humidity Mohawk cigarette on the walk to the parking structure.
He ambles up the stairs, pitching the smoke at the bottom. Fourth floor, I gotta cut down on the cancer sticks, frag. 'Least my time getting coached by Frank paid off. Dean takes a gander from the stairwell's steel door. Car parked, one man in a suit approaching aqua-eyed fella standing by a car. Looks about right.
Mr. Johnson returns Dorian's nod with his own, the two exchange a brief 'how-do-you' before they fall silent and await the arrival of the second runner. The Corporate fellow leans down to his briefcase and flicks on a switch which can be recognized as a White Noise Generator for those who have the hearing for it, obviously the conversation that is to be had in the parking lot will be masked from prying ears and the like. Not to mention he doesn't seem too worried about the camera pointing down on them. Most likely a Decker in one of those cars fragging up the feed.
Hehhum, Dean clears his throat. "Hoi, got a call from a man about this very spot. Name's Dean, am I talkin' t'the right fella?" He asks, speaking clearly, but not to anyone in particular, as he exits the firedoor and move toward them.
Dorian spares a look over his shoulder towards Dean before he looks back to the Johnson, the elf remains silent for now and just drags on his cigarette idly to pass time. He even takes a brief look at his watch for some reason or another before the wrist drops back to his side.
As for Mr. Johnson, he spares a nod to Dean, along with a friendly enough smile. "You are indeed in the right place, come over so we can discuss business." The Corporate fellow waves Dean over before he tsks briefly at Dorian's bad smoking habit. "You really need to cut back on those."
"Good." Dean states simply, quite content with that. He steps up to the men, offers a hand. "Dean, most ver'body calls me Dean." Takes a frank look at each in turn, amicable enough with a firm handshake expected in return.
Mr. Johnson returns the handshake with a firm one of his own before he gestures to himself. "And you may call me Mr. Johnson for tonight. I have a job for the two of you, a simple enough task." He says before continuing. "My elf friend here has been involved with a few jobs of mine in order to retrieve some stolen goods as well as help us locate a mole within our ranks. Tonight we know who he is, and of course, we want him silenced. We use these means because of course we want nothing to do with his death, and the less it looks like a hit, the better."
"The less it looks like a hit, hmm? Are we talkin' 'mysterious heart attack' territory, or unfortunate street violence type thing?" Dean inquires, pursing his lips as his crow's feet furrow, synapses kicking into gear. He's got 'work mode' written all over him now, getting to know you BS just flew out the window.
"Oh it doesn't really matter to us." Says the Johnson. "However, he has an impressive bag of dirty laundry that might help you get the Star's attention focused elsewhere once their investigation starts. Our dear friend Mr. Burrows has been frequenting a married woman for some time now, you can use to that to your advantage, along with these." He pulls out a brown enveloppe from his jacket. "We have 'amateur' level pictures of them together, which could have easily be taken from her husband. Or you can simply go with the petty theft gone wrong approach. It's all up to you really."
"I'll bite. Any provisos, do's, don'ts, or suggestions other than lookin' less like a hit if possible?" Dean asks Mr Johnson, turning to raise an eyebrow at the elf in the suit. "I don't foresee any major problems so far, you?"
Dorian shakes his head. "No problem at all." Not like he had much choice in the matter to begin with, he owed this Johnson a lot and would gladly take jobs from him in order to lessen his 'debt' towards him and the Corporation in question.
Mr. Johnson hands the enveloppe forward to the runners. "Well we know he lives on the second floor of the Creekview Apartments downtown, apartment 204. How you get in is up to you. Our sources have confirmed that the mistress in question has a magkey to the apartment, which can be another bit used in your process in order to turn Star's head in a false direction."
"Well then, providin' all the dirt we need's in yer little file there, Mr Johnson-" hitting the name with a serious tone, as if it's perfectly genuine "and my compadre here has your contact details I assume, I'm game."
Dean continues at that, "We got the basic details on her too in there?"
"The enveloppe contains the pictures, the address to Mr. Burrows' apartment, and we have the address of where she and her husband reside currently. I'm sure your both familiar with the Moutain Hills apartments." Mr. Johnson adds and once his enveloppe is taken, he'll reach through the front window and grab a camera bound in a plastic bag which he hands to them as well. "You may also use this to plant in their home, it's the camera used to take the pictures."
"Sounds dirt simple, at first blush. What's this man's occupation? Last thing I'm likely to need to know, just in case he happens to be an ex-marine or skillwired for special forces tactics or some such thing. Preferable to plan ahead for that kind o' eventuality, neh?" Dean puts it to MrJ in blunt, neutral tones. "Mountain Hills huh? Hell." He says with a chuckle. "Sounds like a done deal t'me."
Dean accepts the envelop, nodding thanks to the man.
"Her husband works as a cook in some asian restaurant downtown CAS Asian District. He leaves work around midnight, after he's done cleaning. He makes his way home, looks through the pictures he found along with the magkey, pays a visit to Mr. Burrows and kills him in the name of love, or some other fancy shit like that." Mr. Johnson replies to the questions.
"Null sheen Mr Johnson, Burrows will be reprimanded in the strongest terms right ricky-tick." Dean addresses the man, seeming pleased at the level of professionalism that's so often in such short supply. He eats it up, like a man taking water after a day or two in the Mojave. Looking to his counterpart, "What say we amscray, take a look at the pertinent hotspots here, and put our heads t'gether ta hash out the details with a bit o' direct intel?"
Dorian takes the bagged camera from the Johnson before nodding to the Corporate man. "Consider it done." He says before turning to look at Dean and nods to him as well. "Sounds like we got ourselves a little trip to the Mountain Hills."
"Well, meet me for a tick at the Red Rock up the road from there, if ya don't mind." Dean requests of Dorian, "I got a possible in regarding that. I'd like ta take a gander at buddy's restaurant too, 'case we take that angle."
Mr. Johnson leaves the two to their business, opening the door to his BMW. "Get this done quick and good and you'll find yourselves Fifteen Thousand nuyen richer." With that said, he enters the car and closes the door before both GHT-50s rev up their engines and begin pulling out and away.
Dorian nods to Dean. "Sure, I'll meet up with ya there. Unless you need a ride, saw you coming here on foot." He jerks a thumb to the jaguar parked a few spaces away.
"Parked up the block, omae. Don't like a situation I don't got an easy out for, ya know?" Dean gives a rueful quirk of a smile. "I'll catch ya there in ten mikes, give or take."
Dorian flicks his cigarette aside once he's taken the last drag and exhales it the smoke upwards. "Alright, see ya there then." With that said, the Elf turns around and begins walking towards the Jaguar which he unlocks with the keyset from the short distance away and will proceed to enter to it.
Pulling into the Diner's parkikng lot, Dean lights up, gaze wandering over the lot for that fancy Jag. Twin streams of bluish smoke lending a bull-like affectation to the wiry man's relaxed, leaning posture, belying the sharp glint in his eyes.
There is indeed a Jaguar parked in the lot, though this one is white instead of the matte black one that was found on fourth floor parking lot a few moments ago. But it appears to be the same car as the Elf steps out of it once the bike and Dean make their way into the parking lot.
"Eh, want one?" Dean profers a crinkled paper pack of smokes. "What the deal is, is that I'm living at Mountain Hills, under a mediocre SIN. I can pop in or out on a whim, been living there on and off for a couple months now. Might make our lives easier, might also mark me if we slip up."
Dorian takes the offered pack of cigarettes and taps one out before putting it inbetween his lips and handing the pack back. He reaches into the inside breast pocket of his jacket to retrieve a silver plated zippo which he uses to blaze up the tip of his cigarette with a simple work of his fingers. He flicks it close and exhales the drag before pocketing the zippo once more. "Nothing some balaclava can't mask. It's in the shadier neighborhoods of the CAS so some noise in the hallways isn't uncommon. What's the file say about the girl? We might have some easier approach if we look into it."
"Uh-hm." Dean nods while taking a pull. Exhaling it in an uncontrolled cloud, "I'm up for that. Can't hurt to know a little more. Seems pretty open ended. Could go any number of directions, just barge in and stomp the guy, pay off local gangers a bit, frame the cook, or even the mistress or wife, lotta possible angles here."
Dorian nods. "Well we know he lives downtown in the higher rated zones, he's a corporate employee afterall so his wage allows him a nice bed to sleep on." The elf adds to that. "So the less we fumble with getting into his place, the better.. He also lives on the second floor, something we can climb up to from the balcony should be choose another approach."
"Yeah. I'm thinkin' we tie it off in a pretty bow, like J suggested. Plant the camera and the photos, swipe the girlfriend's key and use it to get into the downtown - Creekview was it? - apartment, and do it there on the quiet. Maybe the cook's got a hunting knife or a pistol we can snatch while we're at it, firm up the case. Whaddaya say?"
Dean asks.
Dorian nods in agreement to that. "Sounds good. Though getting into her place without leaving some traces of breaking and entering might be wise too. He wouldn't need to break into his own apartment to get his gun and go kill a man y'know?"
"Good point. I've got some tranq patches, 'could nab him on his way home from work, tranq 'em both, and then do the other shit." Dean elaborates. "Gives five-oh a chance to find some traces, given blood-tox and all if they pick the guy up within a real short time frame. Knight /might/ also buy the 'I was mugged by 2 masked men who stole my stuff and killed that cheating fuck who stole my woman', but that's pretty thin. This ain't a tidy solution, but it'd work I'm guessin'. Depends how careful ya wanna be, omae." Dean bobs his chin at the elf, "I got no big problem ditching my ID, had my face and prints redone in the past, if it comes t'that. I /am/ game, if you want to take it up a level, make it tighter and less apt t'have repercussions."
Dorian rubs his chin as he thinks carefully about this. "Might be a way to increase their timespan in finding them. First we seperate them after they're tranq'd, ditch them in different places. If the woman ain't with him, it'll be more likely that his 'we' story doesn't work out, and it's a real cruel thing to say, but if we put a few bruises on her, it might make it look like he beat her unconcious then went out to kill the Corp."
Dean lets out a heavy sigh. "Honestly omae, I don't like putting a frame job on some cook. He's /already/ got a sticky domestic situation, seems like a shit deal, stompin' all over a guy like that. Life's rough." He takes a longer pull on the half-finished cigarette, a pained look on his face. "What do we know about the target? 'Sounds like there's dirt on him, and plenty of it. Could make it look like a simple OD, if he's into that drek, or simply arrange a car accident or getting hit by a truck or the like."
Dorian continues rubbing his chin as he considers the situation, taking another drag of the cigarette. "Well, could make it look like a robbery that went wrong. Guy tried to resist and got one put inbetween his eyes then got his valuables taken."
"Yeah, that's pretty cut and dried. Hmm…" Dean pauses, reflecting, and blowing smoke up in a stream toward the diner's lights in the night air. "I'd like t'have a bit of intel on Burrows, let's check this file over and maybe call J if we have to, maybe ask around a bit. You seem tight with Johnson, but I'm not too happy he dodged my question about what Burrows does for a living."
«Plot» Dean says, "Checking, once we're done smoking and sitting in the diner, if there /is/ anything we missed in the file."
Dorian shrugs his shoulders. "Could beat him up by hand to have that mugger feel to it too." He then nods to Dean's request. "Sure bring out the file.. Let's see what's on him. And what I do know is he occupies a seat in the Corp, he had some info on a project they were making and leaked it to a rival corp."
"Oh? White-collar type eh?" Dean ruminates, biting his lip. "Well, let's see about this file." He flicks the cigarette to bounce of the concrete, spraying bits of burning ash in a puff. He pushes the door open, and holds it half a beat for the elf to catch. Frag this guy's tall.
«Plot» Dorian says, "File on Burrows lists his current affair with Ms. Evelyne, his gambling addiction, and he's a Zen user, though Zen is a bit unlikely to lead to OD."
«Plot» Dean says, "Any details on where he gambles, who associates with for that, etc?"
The tall elf takes ahold of the opened door and pulls it further open so he can step within with a slight duck of his head. He exhales the last drag inside the diner without much of a care whereas the rest of the cigarette is flicked over his shoulder.
«Plot» Dorian says, "Castle Medeivo is his gambling hotspot, he buys his Zen off of some Ork's down in the CAS tusker Projects, and they suspect him of dealing with Aztechnologies."
"I'll grab us a pot of coffee and put up the 'do not disturb' sign with our hostess." Dean says, handing the man the envelop.
Dorian nods to that, taking ahold of the enveloppe and looking around for a secluded table they can use before he makes his way over to it casually and claims a seat. He fishes into the enveloppe to the chip containing all the info the J provided them with and hooks it up onto his pocsec to begin skimming through it.
"Listen, heh, all this and I didn't even get yer name, chummer." Dean says upon returning with a pair of mugs and pot of coffee. Setting down the mugs to free up his hand, offers it to the seated elf. After the formalities he gets back to the subject at hand, "So we got actually quite a variety of possibles on this. Gambling debt collected, ork dealers getting uppety, the mistress's beau, what else…? Aztech seems harder to arrange." Dean pours them coffee. "Got an idea that works without any likely heat, and no samaritan types involved - rob the ork dealers while he's there. Could be more dangerous, but cuts the popo out o' the equation."
Dorian returns the handshake with a firm one. "Dorian's my more popular name, I usually go by it." He offers back as his introduction. He looks over the information on the pocsec while musing some ideas over in his mind. "Well, for the debt collecting.. If we tranq him, we can dump him in his car, park it nearby Medeivo and tint his window with some brains. Though that's risky for the cameras out in the parking lot. Same plan, but we use a nearby alley, beat the snot out of him, crack his neck for good measures and steal everything he has in his pockets."
Dorian says "Not to mention if we go with plan 2, we can fence his car and make it look like it got taken as collateral."
"Well, easy enough to firebomb the place, if it's in a low security zone. That'd cut down on the 'us getting killed' possibility a bit. Get a couple jerry cans, light 'em up, shoot anybody who comes out all discombubulated from flame and smoke inhalation." Dean suggests, seeing the man has other ideas, takes another tack. "Okay…okay.." He frowns and nods along to the idea. "I like that, simple, not too many things to go wrong. So where do we grab him? I'm thinking getting hands on, maybe skip the tranq so it doesn't look staged, and roll with that - knock him about and make it look like either a debt collection a block up from the casino, or that he was caught cheating and given the same treatment."
"Stick to the tranqing the mistress bit for the maglock key and grab him at his squat?" Dean speculates.
Dorian hmm's outloud. "Yeah that might be the best entry plan."
Dorian says "Or we could just set his place on fire..Get in, knock him out, and blaze it up.""
"My only problem with that is getting him out of the building there. It's downtown, which means respectable money, so there's going to be cameras and probably attendants if not guards, even in an apartment building. I mean, it's only the second floor, so we wouldn't have much distance to cover, but still a concern." Dean continues, going with the idea to see where it takes them. "Any bright ideas there?"
"Mountain Hills to get the passkey we don't need to worry about so much, security is pretty much non-existant there."
Dorian says "Well if we stick to dragging him out of his apartment, I got some rope and climbing kits we can use to get out from the balcony. But again, cameras can be everywhere, and two guys with a body is pretty shady."
"Pardon? Oh, set it on fire." Dean was distracted by his train of thought, and failed to react to the other statement right away. "Well, if you can think of a way that makes the fire /not/ look like it's targeted…"
"Simple enough, fill a pot to the brim with cooking oil, turn the stove on, once the oil starts expanding with the heat, it'll overflow and catch on fire with the stove.. have some unfortunate flammable cleaning products nearby and the rest pretty much does it self. We put him on a couch nearby and it plays off like he fell asleep trying to cook himself something and the place crammed."
"Well, about snatching him at his apartment, I like it, but think putting him in his car at the casino, which means taking it from the apartment building too, would be best course." Dean says. "I just can't figure an uncomplicated way to dodge all the building and parking lot's cameras, unless we get fancy and jigger the whole place's system dressed up as maintenance or some shit. I'm not sure I'm good enough with wiring to do that, depends how well the place is set up."
Dean purses his lips and shoots up his eyebrows a bit. "Yeah, okay, scratch the other shit, too many variables. I like that."
Dorian says "Or with that approach.. I can get a Decker to rig up the security system in the area, put some still frames on the cameras and let us move a bit more freely. Definately will work with the apartment, but I'm more than certain enough that Medeivo's security is on a private host, which means my contact would have to plug in there."
"So snatch the key from Mountain Hills, use it to get into the guy's place and simply wait for him. Tranq him or whatever, light it up and move out. Think J would splurge for that decker, or would that be out of pocket?" Dean asks, seeing as Dorian appears to have a longstanding relationship with their employer.
Dorian chuckles. "The decker happens to work with our dear J. He was most likely in the second car at the meet in order to mask the whole thing from the cameras. I did a job for him recently too, so I'm sure he can let it slide and have me owe him another job in the near future."
"I think a decker on the cams would be nice any which way we do it." Dean puts in.
"If you're in agreement here, I'm for that. Bring on a decker, grab the key from the girl, waltz past blind cameras at Creekview, tranq Burrows, and get creative with torching the place in a 'natural' way. Might not even need to tranq him. If we dose him heavy with Zen, that should put him pretty out of it." Dean says, making a mental note to confirm the effects of Zen in greater portions.
Dorian nods to that. "Sounds good, I'll contact the decker and get him on it. Meet you at Mountain Hills then?"
"Alright, meet ya there." Dean fishes out his pocsec, and exchanges numbers with the man, inquiring as to commlinks, and settle on a feq if Dorian has one. "I'll hang around, it's my place anyway, see if I can ID the girl from the photos."
Dorian always uses the frequency 140.15 whenever on a job. Because it's a MSG1 tribute, and the codec frequency was found on the back of the game's cover. "Alright, no prob."
Closing up, Dean gives a nod and takes off just up the road to Mountain Hills, if there's not any other biz. "Catch ya in a bit, omae."
«Plot» Dean says, "We have the mistress' apartment number I think, yes?"
«Plot» Dorian says, "Yeah, third floor. Though the number is random as to not be one that's currently taken by a PC. We'll call it apartment 3XX, Megaman style."
«Plot» Dean says, "Excellent, one floor above me. Going to keep it simple, barring input/objections from Dorian. Planning to simply listen at the door, knowing the landlord can't afford cameras everywhere. Pick the maglock, which should be low enough rating I can handle it. If she's home - oops, wrong room, sorry ma'am *tranq!* If not, look for the magkey or wait for her return if it's not to be found."
«Plot» Dean says, "That's assuming plus or minus a rating 3 maglock."
«Plot» Dorian says, "Probably an R3/4, not exactly a fancy building."
«Plot» Dean says, "Should be a go, ElecBnR 4(5) +1 task pool, kitted. So tn3-4 for the casing, tn5-6 to jigger the guts defaulting to Electronics from BnR, if I've got my info right."
«Plot» Dorian says, "Sounds about right."
The two runners can safely meet up at Mountain Hills without a hassle, on their way to the third floor they'll reach apartment 3XX and be able to proceed with their shady plan. Dun Dun Dunn.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence for "To listen at the door, modified by Amplified Hearing.":
1 1 2 3 3 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Intelligence for "Hearing Amplifcation":
1 1 2 2 2 4 5 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Stealth for "To keep the lockpicking on the down low.":
1 1 1 1 7 8
«Plot» Dean says, "TN for the lock?"
«Plot» Dorian says, "Dorian and Dean will be able to confirm a trid playing in the background of the apartment."
«Plot» Dorian says, "Maglock is R3, this place is ghetto enough."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Electronics B/R vs TN 3 for "Ope de doo!":
1 1 1 3 8 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Electronics B/R vs TN 5 for "Fiddle wit da guts fo Open Sez-a-me!":
2 3 4 4 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Electronics B/R vs TN 5 for "Fiddle wit da guts fo Open Sez-a-me! kp:1":
2 4 4 5 14 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 3 for "Ms. Evelyn's perception -3 for distraction and listening to the trid":
2 5 8
Dorian keeps a lookout in the hallway, looking this way and that while Dean fiddles with the lock. Once the path is clear and the lock gives away, he nods down to the fellow.
Commlink-Dorian> Dorian says, "Alright, put the casing back on so it looks good."
The two men stand outside the door. As soon as Dorian gives him a go, Dean kneels down and takes out a little nylon case with his tools in it and sets to work on the lock. It takes about a minute in total, half to remove the case, half to get a green light. "Gotcha." He responds to Dorian's suggestion, taking a little longer to reseal the casing.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Electronics B/R vs TN 3 for "Putting the case back on all tidy like.":
2 3 5 5 5 = 4 Successes
That part only takes a few seconds, not a scratch on the thing. Dean might be a little rusty with these things, but his training was quality.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Stealth for "Prowling into the apartment, Tranq patch in each palm, and a spare for Dorian.":
1 1 1 2 3 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Stealth for "Ninja Elf":
2 2 3 7 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 3 for "Ms. Evelyne's perception, -3 for distraction and watching the Trid":
2 2 11
«Plot» Dean says, "and we have a tie…looking that up unless you've got it."
Ms. Evelyne heard something, she lowers the volume on the trid a bit. "Honey is that you? You're home early.." She says, sounding a bit nervous as if she isn't sure that it's Mr Cook that she heard coming in.
Hearing the woman announce she heard something, Dorian goes Crook mode and lowers the balaclava over his face so she won't be able to recognize him. He readies up that tranq patch Dean gave him to him.
Commlink-Dorian> Dorian says, "Let's get 'er now."
«Plot» Dorian says, "Roll surprise por favor. TN 4 as usual."
Dean know the layout of these squats, having lived a floor below for months, and having paid a visit to one or two others. They're all the same. He uses this to best advantage, he follows Dorian's lead and puts lowers his mask. Going for speed now that she suspects something.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Reaction vs TN 4:
1 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 7 8 9 = 11 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Reaction vs TN 4 for "Surprise!":
1 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 11 20 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 vs TN 4 for "Evelyne's Anti-Surprise!":
1 3 4 5 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Dorian says, "Dorian and Dean will be able to get the jump on her. As tranq patches are touch-based, hand to hand to settle it."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Wildcat vs TN 4:
1 3 3 5 9 14 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Dean says, "oops, forgot combat pool, hold up"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 4:
1 2 2 2 3 9 = 1 Success
«Plot» Dean says, "Whatever, standing on 4"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 2 vs TN 4 for "Evelyn's hand to hand. No CP due to surprise. Die you crook!":
1 4 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 2 - 1 vs TN 4 for "Evelyn's hand to hand. No CP due to surprise. Die you crook, with karma!":
8 = 1 Success
«Plot» Dorian says, "Dean still has 2 net successes on her, and is able to slap her silly with a tranq patch."
Dean applies a patented sentry removal death grip, with the aid of a tranq patch and a gloved hand over her mouth.
«Plot» Dean says, "So, if you want to get dicey. S from hand to hand plus 6 dice vs her Bod, net successes = stun boxes."
«OOC» Dorian says, "Since they're just tranqing her ass, I assume they're not actually beating the snot out of her."
If only Evelyn had time to react, but unfortunately as soon as she's about to scream a hand it wrapped around her throat with a tranq patch feeding the chemeicals into her bloodstream where as another covers her mouth and prevents her from getting a peep out to anyone who could hear it and come to her aid.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence for "Lots o' mods, trying ta find that damn key…":
2 2 3 3 4 5 9 10
Dorian nods as the woman goes down without much of a problem, he moves back to the door and closes it now that she's unable to hear such things. After that, he'll get to looking around for that magkey as well.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Intelligence for "The royal flush of mods.":
1 2 3 3 4 5 5 5
While looking about the apartment for the magkey, Dean will be able to find it in the woman's drawers, hidden under her panties. It took them a bit of looking around, but atleast now they have it.
Setting the woman down gently in her chair, Dean removes the patch and sets to scouring the flat for the Creekview magkey. Probably in her purse. Nope, panty drawer, heh. Shoulda guessed. Think I'll pay her a social visit some time, an easy neighbour chic wouldn't do his pride any harm.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Forensics + Task Pool: 1 for "For cleaning up any traces, including on the maglock, just in case.":
1 1 4 4 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Forensics + Task Pool: 1 for "Assisting Dean in cleaning up traces":
1 3 4 5 5 7
The two are able to cover up the tracks well enough, the girl is gonna have to make some weird excuse to her husband when her finds her tranq out and nothing missing in the apartment save the magkey to her second man's pad, something she obviously won't voice.
Commlink-Dorian> Dorian says, "Alright, place is clean, we got what we need, time to visit Burrows."
"So then, let's high-tail it and take care o' biz, chummer." Dean says cheerfully, checking once more before they leave that the woman can breath fine in her position and all. He takes a second in the kitchen, sets out a drink beside her, and dumps half a bottle of liquor down the sink. "Right, just adding finishing touches." She'll have the excuse of having a bad day and a nip o' firewater. Maybe even rationalize it to herself that way. Fat chance.
«Plot» Dean says, "Zoom ahead to decker's stunt and getting into Creekview?"
Dorian nods and makes his way out of the apartment casually enough, having removed the balaclava so he doesn't walk out looking like a crook in the middle of the hallway. He ruffles up his hair a bit to fix it up before he pockets his hands and the balaclava and proceeds down the hall once Dean is done setting up his little drunk scheme.
«Plot» Dorian will call Ben, his Corporate Decker contact, on their way to the Creekview so he can frag up it's security and exchange a job for it.
Dean follows suit, just sprinkling a bit of the alchohol on her and putting the remote back in her hand. he folds up the mask and puts in in his coat pocket.
Straddling his ricerocket in Mountain Hills' parking, Dean confirms directions on his pocsec's browser, and heads off downtown. «Okay man, meet you there. So the decker's doing his thing while we ride? Good.»
Ben is much obliged to help Dorian with this one. Not only does it help them get rid of the mole that has been nipping at their very own Corporation, but he also gets to secure Dorian on one of his future jobs. The Decker will proceed with infecting the Creekview's security host and place some still framed images on most of their cameras, or play previous loops on those that have regular movement and would seem odd if nothing was happening. The two runners will be able to reach Creekview in a short ammount of time, it's not a long drive and traffic is rather scarce in these hours.
Dean cruises along on the bike, enjoying the relative cool of the muggy air when it's in motion. Seems like a nice neighbourhood, so he keeps it civil and obeys the rules of the road to the letter. *Wonder if Burrows is home, or we gotta wait.* He muses.
Dorian parks a short distance away from the Creekview building. While in his car he holsters his Ares Predator MK-III into a concealed quickdraw holster within his jacket on one side, and his long Cougar blade on the other side in a concealed sheath… Just incase things get ugly.
Dean leaves the bike a block south of the complex, checks his weapon slyly, and positions his courier bag for easy access to it. He takes the time to have a smoke on the walk, the usual procedure. «Just arriving D, eyes on the building. Have you confirmed with the decker?»
Commlink-Dorian> Dorian says, "We should be good to go."
Commlink-Gunner> Dean says, "Right on, let's rock."
Dorian makes his way out of his car with a briefcase loaded up with extras incase the weapons aren't needed or not enough. He waits for Dean by the building before they can proceed inside together and look like a duo who're here to visit someone they know.
Meeting up with his compadre of the day, Dean gives a nod of acknowledgement, and eyeballs the apartment complex. "So…304 the mand said. Same routine as last time? Walk in and ope-de-doo, tranq the guy?"
"204" Dorian corrects, but nods to the rest. "Sounds good. Let's walk in casually enough and just head in." He readies himself by straightening out his suit and secures his fedora atop of his head before opening the door and gesturing for Dean to make his way inside.
"Right" Dean responds, brushing down the collar of his over-priced leather jacket and straightening the collar of the shirt below. Moving through the door, Dean grunts thanks and enters the lobby, heading straight for the elevator banks or stairs - whichever he spots first. Strolling casually and starting up a bullshit chat about the weather, not knowing if there's a front desk manned by some nosy type, he'll carry the conversation over any but the most insistent interruption.
There is indeed a front manager manned by a security type looking man, though he just spares a look to the two as they head for the elevator and he doesn't ask questions much. Most the residents here are corporate types or the like and meetings are rather common grounds, not to mention they're not dressed like thugs and look to be in the right place in their expensive clothes. He just looks at them for a bit before he lowers his head back down to his desk. They'll be free to proceed to the second floor.
Dean pushes the elevator button, just shooting the breeze with the taller man. "Where was it you said you went on your holiday?" Things like that. Inside, he's somewhat concerned that the security man may have opticams, and tries to get a look, checking on thermal to see if he can tell about the man's optics.
«Plot» Dorian says, "Roll perception"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence for "Scoping for mods. Applicable - mag3, thermo":
1 3 4 5 7 8 9 20
Dorian returns the casual chitchat with his own. "Oh I went over to Japan, was a great place and met some interesting people there. The weather was beautiful." He adds more than not enough, though he just looks up to see which floor the elevator is on.
Without the Thermo vision, Dean will be able to tell that the security man at the front desk is rigged into place with some cables. He most likely has opticams recording, but perhaps their decker contact is taking care of that as well, who knows. They might need to confirm that.
Commlink-Gunner> Dean says, "*In the elevator* Hey, can we double check with Deckmeister about security man's capabilities? He's a spider, rigged to the system here, we may have just been tagged by cyberoptics. I can't tell. *He mutters*"
Commlink-Dorian> Dorian says, "Yeah that could be possible, I'll give him a call once we're out of the elevator and into the turned off camera zone. I think I'll have him turn off the panic button hookups too so it takes the fuzz and the firefighters a while to get here, so the place has time to burn up real good."
Commlink-Gunner> Dean says, "Sounds good."
Exiting the lift, Dean will try to hear anything from the apartment again. Keeping an eye out while Dorian places a call to the decker.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence for "Listening with Amplified":
1 3 3 4 7 7 10 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence for "Spotting any observers and generally being a watchout":
1 3 4 4 5 5 7 10
Dorian whips out his phone to contact Ben once more, keeping his eye out down the halls left and right. Once he makes his request and gets treated with a positive answer, he'll drop the pocsec back into his pocket and begin a lookout for Dean.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Intelligence for "Keeping a lookout.":
1 2 2 3 3 5 10 11
Commlink-Dorian> Dorian says, "Alright go for it."
The inside of the apartment is silent, not a sound to be heard inside of it.
«Plot» Dean says, "Anything coming from the room that… Okay"
Dean pulls out the magkey, double checking the room number before slotting it. He's got a tranq in his left hand, only one extra now after having given the other to Dorian, and flexes his right before opening, loosening up the fingers for a fast draw if necessary. He pushes open the door quickly but quietly as soon as the maglock clicks, ready to halt if there's a chain.
«Plot» Dorian says, "Stealth rolls por favor"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Stealth for "Ninja time":
1 2 4 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Stealth for "Ninja time KP1":
2 2 4 4 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Stealth for "Sneaky mofo":
1 3 4 4 5 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 5 vs TN 10 for "Mr. Burrows' perception, out on the balcony":
1 2 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Intelligence for "To spot Burrows before doing anything rash. Full sensory suite.":
1 3 4 4 4 4 5 9
Once the door is opened, they find the apartment dark and barely lit with dimmed lights here and there. There's a man dressed in some fancy PJs out on the balcony enjoying a cup of wine that must've cost him quite a penny to afford, or perhaps part of his gift from Aztech for snitching up to them about Ares' little project.
Dean, begining to wonder about the situation, scans for another occupant, then checks for any signs as to the man's background. They got a lot of information on what the man does in his spare time, but pretty much jack on what Burrows actually does for a living. Could be a corporate military combat spell researcher for R&D for all he knows. He's got his right hand on his rocket launcher, left full of slap patch. That's right, it's a rocket launcher.
Dorian goes into crook mode once more as he lifts his fedora high enough to lower the balaclava over his face once more and then put the fedora back into place. The elf gestures to Dean to hold a moment. «We're gonna need to wait for him to get inside, unless we go dirty open the door and get greeted by some mystical kung fu or someshit we don't know he has.»
Commlink-Gunner> Dean says, "Agreed."
Dean steps into the shadows, putting structural material between himself and the target, in case Burrows has infrared vision or the like too. He pulls the watchcap out of his pocket, unfurling it to mask his features.
As the two discuss, there's the sound of a flushing toilet heard nearby from the bathroom, soon followed by the sound of the sink being used. Looks like Mr. Burrows isn't alone.
«Plot» Dean says, "Relative positions, when you get the chance, pretty pls."
«Plot» Dorian says, "Of course. The apartment has a large living room/dining room/kitchen fusioned together that takes up the open space they walked into. Kitchen is immediate to the right with the dining table behind it's counters. Living room is further down the room and near it the door to the balcony. Bathroom is to their left along a small hallway that has 3 doors to it. All of which are currently closed."
Dorian quickly rolls into place behind the counter as he hears the noise from the bathroom, his hand immediately drawing his cougarblade and holding it low for now. «Man that guy has more mistresses than ever. What the frag.»
«Plot» Dorian says, "Stealth rolls for hiding spots."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Stealth for "Ninja Vanish!":
1 2 3 4 5 14
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Stealth for "Ninja Poof!":
1 1 4 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Stealth for "Ninja Poof! KP2!":
1 1 1 2 3
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Stealth for "Ninja Poof! KP5!":
1 2 3 5 7
«Plot» Dorian says, "I'll sit on 7"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 vs TN 7 for "Guest's perception":
1 2 4 7 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 5 vs TN 7 for "Burrows' perception":
2 4 4 4 10 = 1 Success
Out the bathroom comes a petite Asian woman dressed in a too-big-for-her shirt that most likely belonging to Burrows and begins to make her way across the room towrads the balcony door, but she sees something hidden behind the counter, some freakin' tall elf who's just not small enough for his spot to hide.
"Richard!" The woman lets out as she spots the elf, taking a back space a bit towards the hallway as if to put more distance inbetween her and the elf. As Burrows hears this outside, he immediately turns around and walks in "What's wron-" He sees the elf as well though, "HEY! What the frag are you doing in here?! I'm calling security!"
Dorian curses to himself for being so tall, and slowly rises from his spot, placing the cougar blade atop the counter and raising both hands in the air. "Now now. No need to be hasty. I was just looking for some jewels to pawn out of your drawers."
«Plot» Dean says, "I'll make an attempt for Burrows if possible, since I think Dorian is closer to the woman."
«Plot» Dorian says, "Init up first."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Initiative with a result of 26.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Initiative with a result of 26.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 2 for "+5 Burrows' init":
1 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 2 for "+4 Asian's init":
2 3
«Plot» Dorian says, "Dean 26 (Higher reaction), Dorian 26, Burrows 12, Asian woman 9"
«OOC» Dean says, "well I was going to hold until I can reach Burrows if I can't immediately anyway."
«Plot» Dorian says, "Dean delays, for now, Dorian next."
«Plot» Dorian says, "Dorian is gonna charge the Asian woman to put a gag on her, in other words, beat her senseless. No time for little chivalry games."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Ninjitsu + Combat Pool: 5 vs TN 4 for "CP5/11, KP 5/7 Attacking the Asian woman":
1 2 3 3 3 4 4 5 7 10 11 13 = 7 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Ninjitsu + Combat Pool: 5 - 7 vs TN 4 for "CP5/11, KP 6/7 Attacking the Asian woman":
1 1 4 4 4 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Dorian says, "No choice but to stand on 10."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 + 4 vs TN 4 for "Asian's kung fu, CP 4/6":
1 2 2 3 4 5 10 14 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 + 4 - 4 vs TN 4 for "Asian's kung fu, CP 4/6 KP1/2":
3 5 13 21 = 3 Successes
«Plot» Dorian says, "3 net successes in Dorian's favor, Asian woman soaks 11S due to Strength 8, +2 plastic lacing, +1 hardliner gloves"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 + 2 vs TN 11 for "Asian's soaking, CP6/6, KP1/2, No impact armor.":
1 1 2 4 4 5 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 + 2 vs TN 11 for "Asian's soaking, CP6/6, KP2/2, No impact armor.":
1 1 1 4 5 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Dorian says, "Asian woman takes an S"
Dean hears the bathroom door opening and watches Dorian stand up from behind the counter. Great, they've been made. The samurai has the strongest impulse to grab her by the throat and start shooting the target, but quashes that. He hovers in the shadows, nervewires revved to redline, vibrating with rock and roll readiness. He bends his knees, letting Dorian handle the woman right in front of him, fixin' to pounce on Burrows' back as soon as the man passses him.
Dorian spares a quick nod as if signaling someone that shit's about to go down, and Dean assumed correct that he was closer to the Asian woman, and without picking up his knife, the Elf's enhanced body kicks into gear to head straight for the girl. As she tries to throw a palm-fu right for his face, he quickly moves his head to the side and retorts with his strike for the throat, the simple and swift gesture leaving her vocal chords and throat in a rather nasty condition as the Elf packs quite the knifehand strike home.
«Plot» Dorian says, "Burrows at 12, he'll be running towards Dorian to get in on that action and attack."
«Plot» Dean says, "I'll try to take him from a flanking position so he can't holler as soon as he passes me."
«Plot» Dorian says, "Interception roll, hand to hand it up."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Wildcat + Combat Pool: 6 vs TN 4 for "Sideswiping Mr Richard Burrows and pummeling him badly to save the bother of a tranq patch.":
1 1 1 1 2 3 3 4 5 9 10 15 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Wildcat + Combat Pool: 6 - 5 vs TN 4 for "Sideswiping Mr Richard Burrows and pummeling him badly to save the bother of a tranq patch.kp:3/6":
1 3 4 4 5 5 9 = 5 Successes
«Plot» Dean says, "stand with 10 successes"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 + 4 vs TN 4 for "Burrows' Brawling, CP4/6, KP0/3":
1 2 3 4 4 5 5 7 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 + 4 - 5 vs TN 4 for "Burrows' Brawling, CP4/6, KP1/3":
1 2 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 + 4 - 6 vs TN 4 for "Burrows' Brawling, CP4/6, KP3/3":
5 10 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Dorian says, "Dean stands at 2 net successes."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) has the Attribute Strength with the value '5 (6)'.
«Plot» Dean says, "Plus 1 from hardliners"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 5 + 2 vs TN 7 for "Burrow's soaking, CP6/6, KP3/3":
1 1 1 2 2 3 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Dorian says, "Burrows takes an S as well."
«Plot» Dorian says, "He's also intercepted and cannot proceed."
«Plot» Dorian says, "Asian woman at 9 is next, she'll be trying to defend herself as screaming won't do her much good at this point."
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 vs TN 7 for "Asian's Kungfu, CP burned, Karma burned, +3 wound modifer":
1 1 5 13 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Ninjitsu + Combat Pool: 3 vs TN 4 for "CP8/11, Karma 5/6":
2 2 3 3 4 4 4 5 5 7 = 6 Successes
«Plot» Dorian says, "Dorian stands at 5 net successes, Asian girl soaking some 11D"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 vs TN 11 for "Asian's soaking. All pools burned.":
1 4 5 11 = 1 Success
«Plot» Dorian says, "And she's out."
«Plot» Dorian says, "Back to Dean"
As the mark bolts past him, moving like he's underwater, at least to the eyes of the wired street operative, Dean makes his play. He jolt into motion, rocketing forward to intercept the running man, puts boot to his thigh and completely sidetracking his forward momentum. Burrows puts up a spirited defense, spining with the force of the kick and coming back at Dean with a flurry of wild hooks from both hands. Dean's ready for this, and bolts a hand over hand pummeling straight down the middle of the man's guard, battering this face.
Dorian is expecting anything she can dish out by now, having already read her style with her palm strikes, and as she goes for another, Dorian takes ahold of her arm as he positions himself to her side in a dominant stance and cracks his own palm strike to show her how it's done. His palm impacts onto the side of her head, right on the temple area and immediately knocks the lights out of her world as she goes limps and drops onto the ground, held up by the arm Dorian is holding which he let's go. His focus now on Burrows.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Wildcat + Combat Pool: 4 for "combat pool now burned, putting down the target.":
1 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 9 11
«Plot» Dean says, "so that's 4 ss"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Wildcat + Combat Pool: 4 - 4 for "combat pool now burned, putting down the target.kp:4/6":
2 3 3 5 7 9
«Plot» Dean says, "forgot tn again, standing with 7"
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls 4 vs TN 7 for "Burrows' brawling. All pools burned, +3 wound modifier":
1 3 3 5 = 0 Successes
«Plot» Dorian says, "Burrows drops"
Dean grabs one of the man's desperately flailing hands, and pushes it across his body, effectively trapping the other hand under his own arm and torquing his whole body into the blow, delivers a vicious right hook to the base of Burrows' skull. Ridged gloves adding to the effect.
«Auto-Judge[]» DorDorLog (#11895) rolls Strength for "Breaking necks.":
1 2 2 3 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Strength for "Breaking necks":
1 2 2 3 4 5 5 9
"Well now." Dean takes a heavy breath or two, controlling his opponents collapse to the floor. "How do we cover for this? Stick to the plan?"
Dorian spares a nod to Dean as he walks over to Burrows and picks up his head to give it a firm twist, which is immediately followed by the crack of the spine as it gives in. Just incase the man survives the fire somehow. "Yeah, I'll lay them down on the couch, find that bottle of wine he was sipping on."
Dean looks about for the wine bottle, closing the apartment's curtains, but leaving the balcony door open a crack to provide o2 for the fire.
Dorian proceeds to picking up the bodies and laying them on the couch, putting Burrows below and then the Asian woman over him with some wrapped up arms action as if they fell asleep snuggling. He takes Dean's wine bottle and places it down by the couch, something they were sipping on.
Dean checks the cabinets and under the sink for effective aid to fuel the fire. Placing anything he finds in an appropriate position, a place where it might naturally end up in the house, but which will help the blaze along.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Forensics + Task Pool: 1 for "covering their tracks":
1 1 2 2 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Forensics + Task Pool: 1 for "covering their tracks Kp:5/6":
1 2 2 3 4
Dorian walks over into the kitchen and pulls out a pot, laying it on the stove top and turning up the heat. He fiddles around to fish out some oil and begin filling it to the brim so it's bound to overflow once it starts boiling and expanding. Once that's set into motion, he does a quick work around the pad to help Dean clean the place up of their tracks.
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Forensics + Task Pool: 1 for "Helping Dean cover up.":
1 2 2 3 3 4
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Forensics + Task Pool: 1 for "for trying to make it look like a naturally occuring fire":
2 3 4 5 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Dorian (#7753) rolls Forensics + Task Pool: 1 for "Helping Dean cover up. KP":
1 2 5 8 9 23
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Demolitions + Task Pool: 1 for "to ensure a good, healthy blaze":
1 3 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Dean (#9998) rolls Demolitions + Task Pool: 1 for "to ensure a good, healthy blaze. kp:6/6":
1 3 4 5
The two runners are able to set their plan into motion, the oil about to cause a fire which will spread to the products that will only feed it. Their traces in the apartment are gone with their collaboration work, and once everything is set in place Dorian will nod to Dean and remove the balaclava from his head so he can pocket it and return the fedora in place. He'll also make sure to retrieve his knife.
Dorian says "Alright let's roll before the fire starts, it'd be best to be out of here before it does."
Dean gives the place a last once-over, making sure nothing is out of place and setting the vase on the hallway table back upright. Making sure he's got his slap patch back and everything secured, he chuckles at himself for forgetting he's wearing a mask when he sees Dorian doffing his. "Sounds good, let's amscray."
Dorian nods and makes his way out of the apartment, waiting for Dean to come out as well before closing the door and heading down the hallway towards the stairs, prefering to use those rather than wait after the elevator. A bit quicker to get down and out of the building.
As an afterthought, he puts the maglock in the drawer of that little table with the vase on it. Won't be needing that anymore, and certainly don't need to get stopped by Knight with that on me. Need that like a slivergun in the gut.
The two will be able to make their way down the stairs as if nothing happened, the man at the desk tells them farewell and to come back soon to Creekview. Or what will be left of it. Once they're clear, Dorian will contact the J about the successful job and how Richard Burrows won't ever be a bother to Ares again.
As for Ben who was deleting the opticam's livefeed to the system, he'll retreat from the trix and return their cameras to their current images, though the panic button hookup will remain disabled so the fire has time to consume the apartment and perhaps a bit more before the fireteam arrives to drown the flames.
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