______Lumen_________
The dining room is awash with a mottled yellow casting long shadows over the tables thanks to the streetlight shining in through the mucky windows.
All the chairs had been placed on the tables, presumably so someone could come and run a mop around the floor unhindered.
Hax must have done his job correctly as no audible alarms sound as you make your way past the motion detector, judging by its apparent age, it probably didnt work anyway.
At the far end of the dining room a small stairway led to the toilets. Aside from the main entrance, and the door to the kitchen, this was the only other place an office or private room could be.
____Hax____
You stand vigil over the security node, monitoring the camera feeds and motion detectors so as not to trip any alarms.
The "Business" node is a spartan affair, a simply rendered office room was the sole sculpt of the node, a padlocked filing cabinet to the right of the door you entered acting as file storage and a large desk in front of you served as the work area, several terminal sessions remained open at the desk, currently accessing spreadsheets of suppliers' costs, monthly takings and other trivial business affairs.
You pry your analyze tools into the nooks and crannies of the virtual office, revealing a well sculpted guard dog stationed at the far side of the desk and stood to attention.
Your analyze software pings back a response:
<<IC detected in node>>
___Scawire___
Your drone still hovered, having found no trace of metahumans in the area, its task complete.
From your position on guard duty outside the restaurant, you hear a commotion kicking off further down the road.
The rowdy lads you saw earlier had been denied entry to the strip bar round the corner and after a heated exchange with the bouncers, were "encouraged" to leave the area.
The large group of lads began to head your way, pissed off and disgruntled at the lack of naked thai birds and two off them nursing swollen faces, clearly "gifts" from the bulky doormen.
