[farothel]

"You guys still need me to pop over," Kitten said over the comm, "I mean, if it's a hacker gang, how much magic can they have?"

[Chrona]

As far as Cookie can tell, there is no magic activity to worry about, the Orks are unawakened and the guy at the door just has some headware.

Nothing unexpected jumps out at anyone, thanks to there being no casualties the place is less chaotic than expected. The gang is on alert but this is expected.
"Yo, you must be Huck's new buddies." The 20-something jumps off the wall. "Name's DotHash," flashy AR bursts out of his person, neon arrows and bright Vegas like signs above his head announce that to be his name without a doubt, "I hear you have a business proposal?" He looks at the hole, "Sorry about the mess."

[Punch]

After checking out the area Cookie switched to sub-voc to send a reply.
@all: Kitten you're clear and clear on mundane as well as astral. Everyone keep yours eyes open and chatter to a minimum, doubt the nukes will come say hello again just yet but you never know.
As he fell into step behind Silk keeping an even but acceptable distance between them.

[Ren]

Gibbon made a face and said in a mock-serious voice, just to those in the car "Aye, Commander! May i kiss your ass, Commander?" He rolled his eyes. "Does he think we don't know our jobs?"

[Xzylvador]

Silk followed DotHash's look towards the hole in the wall and raised an eyebrow.
"That? Nah. I like it, it adds character to the place. Besides, it's all the hype nowadays. You wouldn't believe how much money some people spend to get that all that light, air and that feeling of openness in their homes."

She smiled and offered her hand. "Silk. Nice you meet you. Love the AR, reminds me of Vegas. Huck told me we needed to talk to ARB?"

[Chrona]

"ARBs decided you'd be talking to me, which i think is pretty good as i like you, Vegas was just my aim." He shakes her hand with a firm grip, "He has to check over the perimeter of our turf after the attack. So what have you got to offer us? Huck mentioned hardware?"

[farothel]

'Well, fuck that,' Kitten thought as she made sure she was comfortable in her magical lodge.  Then she slipped out of her body into the astral plane and went to where the others were.  Flying above the buildings (to avoid running into magical barriers, as those hurt) she was there quite quickly.  She got into Andromeda's car and manifested.
"Hello, how is it going," she asked from the backseat.

[Xzylvador]

"Aw, damn it. I had this joke prepared for him and everything. Now I won't get to find out if he thinks it's funny.", she pouted didn't seem sincere at all.
She looked at the streets and the buildings, searching for something to say and dodge the question about what they had to offer for a little longer.
"You know, I always thought this was one of the quiet places... Well, relatively speaking, anyways. Things really that tense here that you're worried about being bombed again? How the hell'd they do this anyway? I mean, I know they're little people and all that but you got to admit, a gang called The Nukes doesn't really sound like the most covert bunch around, right?"

[Chrona]

"Ah they can be with the right toys, even if we keep a tight ship on our turf. Whisper Explosives, barely made a sound when they went off. We're working out how they snuck 'em over now. Guess we should get in some new sniffer sensors."

[Xzylvador]

Silk bit her lip and seemed to think on that for a while but then shook her head. 'Nope, sorry. Don't think I can help with that kind of hardware. Fracking hate those chem sniffers, really make my job so much harder than it should be." Despite what she was saying her voice was cheerful and she was smiling again. "Hey, you wanna hear the joke instead? Didn't spend all the way here thinking of a good joke only to get here and not tell it."

[Ren]

Gibbon jumped and almost bumped his head in the ceiling as Kitten suddenly appeared. "Frag, its... Kitten? You loco, chica? I almost made a new window on the top. How did you do this?" His hand, which was already inside his jacket, reaching for a gun, surfaced again.

[RHat]

As they rolled up on scene, Pulse slipped into VR in order to scout out the gang's Matrix operations - though not before toggling the camera on his dummy 'link on and making sure he could access his audio and visual feeds.


Threading Scan, using up to 3 hits (23d6.hits(5)=9, 12d6.hits(5)=6)

Scan 3, Fading fully resisted.

Detect all hidden nodes in MSR (10d6.hits(5)=0, 10d6.hits(5)=6, 10d6.hits(5)=7, 10d6.hits(5)=1, 10d6.hits(5)=1, 10d6.hits(5)=4, 10d6.hits(5)=2, 10d6.hits(5)=5, 10d6.hits(5)=3, 10d6.hits(5)=5)

Miraculously, that first roll didn't glitch.  Takes 15 seconds.

Threading Browse, using up to 3 hits (23d6.hits(5)=9, 12d6.hits(5)=6)

These results look strangely familiar... 

Data Search to filter out the spam in favour of the gang's real operations. (10d6.hits(5)=3, 10d6.hits(5)=2, 10d6.hits(5)=5, 10d6.hits(5)=6, 10d6.hits(5)=4, 10d6.hits(5)=4, 10d6.hits(5)=4, 10d6.hits(5)=4, 10d6.hits(5)=1, 10d6.hits(5)=1)

Should be enough to get past the smokescreen.

Matrix Perception tests on the team's gear to look for incursions. (14d6.hits(5)=8, 14d6.hits(5)=7, 14d6.hits(5)=5, 14d6.hits(5)=3, 14d6.hits(5)=4, 14d6.hits(5)=4, 14d6.hits(5)=4, 14d6.hits(5)=3, 14d6.hits(5)=2, 14d6.hits(5)=6)

And, to round things out.

[Chrona]

With Pulse's over-watch set up it should be highly unlikely for anyone to try anything unnoticed, which is good as this is the highest number of hidden nodes in one spot that you have seen for a while. It is obvious though that this is just because it is all hands on deck for the gang.

"Sure, come on in, I'll pull up a sofa or something for you lot. OI Ronny, get them some seats in a more secluded room, thanks mate." One of the orks moves back inside the hole after gesturing as Dothash leads those who will be entering inside, but not too deeply into the building. In a side room that was likely originally a lounge, Ronny pulls up enough seats from other rooms so that you can sit amongst the cables, gang colours and graffiti'd walls of the meeting room. Everything has an AR accent on it, the overlays making everything look like something out of Tron, if it was infected with a virus of bad fashion sense.

[RHat]

@All: «Looks like we're good on the Matrix end of things.  Will notify if anything changes.»

[farothel]

"It's called manifesting," Kitten said with a grin, "all spirits can do it, as can all mages, provided they have the intelligence of a gnat and remember how."