[Scawire]

Mantis is happy to see his mind held up to the question's, he didn't like to have to throw mana around if he didn't have to. With both my SIN's almost getting burned, I figure I best see if I can keep upgrading their quality after I get some more nuyen. I do still have to keep my rent paid too. Mantis doesn't show his relief on his face but is glad the beer has started to flow.

[Lumen]

Once they finally get their beers Knives limps over to a booth away from the bar and sits down.  He fiddles with his comlink setting a text file to save keywords he vocalizes to a file list.txt.  He takes a long drag from his pint and looks to his companions then whispers through the subvocal mic, <Alright lads I need ideas for the list.  Obvious things include thermovision binoculars and nanopaste disguises. If you lads don't have Gecko gloves I suggest picking some up.>


List.txt
Thermovision binoculars with vision mag
3 small containers nanopaste disguises

[Scawire]

If the 20 questions is over Mantis will join his two fellow runners at the table. With Knives talking over the groups comm systems, Mantis decides to think over what the team might need. Humm..... Mantis decides to drop an idea.


<<<Item Ideas>>>
Well we could get some small smoke grenades to cover a hostile exit, but we are trying not to get noticed so if we need them the boss will be mad, but better safe then sorry.

We might need some B&E gear like a mini welder, and wire cutters if we need to get through doors and locks. I do have an electronics kit that helps but these two items might come in handy.

I will need some of those gloves, not sure how my tiny arms will hold up using them but we will see.

Well that is all I got right now lets down a beer and see what our hazed brains come up with.

<<<End of Comm Call>>>



Mantis takes a sip of his beer, and is thankful he didn't have to try and throw mana to keep his SIN from getting burned.

[Csjarrat]

Dunk pipes up after taking a long swig on the beer.
Fuck. These guys are hot on their ID eh?
I got some tools in the car if we need em. How you want me to do this? Stick in the car with the engine running and keep my eyes open?

[Scawire]

Mantis is glad the French let you smoke in there bars too many heath minded people kicking smoker to the cold out doors theses day. Mantis lights a smoke and gives his point of view. Well a moving target would be a good idea. The other option would be to find some vantage point to survey the area, but I think the moving car is more of what I'd pick. Mantis takes a drag of his smoke then washes it down with a gulp from his glass of beer.

[Lumen]

Knives updates his file and takes another swig.  <Yea good ideas Mantis, I've got some tools but no cutters or torches.  Don't worry Dunk we don't expect you to go scaling any buildings.  We just gotta get eyes on the right spot and plant the thing.  I can handle it with some of Mantis' mojo backing me up.  Long as we learned a lesson today this should quick and quiet.>


List.txt
Thermovision binoculars with vision mag
3 small containers nanopaste disguises
Wire Cutters
Miniwelder
1 pair Gecko gloves

[Csjarrat]

Alright mate, sounds good to me. We got any idea where to start looking yet?
Almost as if to mock Knive's last statement, the Aussie barman begins idly flicking through the channels on the trid projector.
The rugby feed changes to a home renovation program to some manga cartoon thing to a very concerned looking female reporter yammering on in french.
She points at something in the sky, the camera trying to focus on a quick moving and ethereal shimmering form.
A crowd of concerned people are in the distance of the camera shot, pointing varying commlinks and cameras into the sky, doing their best to image the apparition.

[Scawire]

Mantis looks at the video knowing full well what the crowd was looking at. Ha Ha, maybe the people in the slums will start to think this was some mage activist trying to get Paris to improve low class living. I know it was a long shot but dam one wrong word and the little guy put a huge spot light on our opt this might dim the light a small bit. Mantis smiles as he drags on his smoke.

[Lumen]

After taking another long swig from his pint, "I've got no bloody clue mate.  Until we get thermo there's no tellin.  I say we make for base lads, I got the list and we need to get a good nights sleep for tomorrow.  Plus I've gotta nurse this fuckin ankle if I'm gonna be scaling any thing." Knives kills the rest of his pint.

[Csjarrat]

No worries. Lets head fer home then.
Dunk knocks back his beer and follows you to the door.
It was still pretty busy out on the street, the patrol drone had since moved on though. Seeing a gap in the traffic you cross the busy boulevard, heading into the cool air of the multi-storey car park and down the polished stairwell into the basement levels.
Knive's ankle had begun to swell up, throbbing and pulsing in protest at taking the weight down several flights of stairs.
It wasn't long before you were back on the outer ring road, heading north-ish to get back out to Smith's estate.
The journey takes longer than expected. A police diversion routes you around a huge chunk of the industrial zone, though you have no idea why the diversion is in place. All the 'Trix casts you manage to tune into are in a foreign tongue and its not long before the incessant yammering and shit euro-pop drive you to distraction
You get back to the estate around 2pm, the welcome sound of gravel crunching under tyres shaking you out of your boredom, having stared out of the window at queues of traffic for the past couple of hours.
Pavel greets you at the door.
Bonjour, I trust we are well?

[Lumen]

Limping inside Knives shakes his head, "Not really Pavel.  Twisted me ankle good.  Would you be a mate and fetch the med droid?"  He continues on into the sitting room and kicks off his loafers propping his ankle up.

[Csjarrat]

Certainly sir, I will send it through shortly. Are we ready for lunch?

[Scawire]

Mantis takes another sip of his beer glad that he can enjoy his smoke indoors well he relaxes. Ya I can get a bit to eat. Mantis will grab a soy steak when the group decides to get some grub in their bellies.

[Csjarrat]

Very well sirs. I will organise some food, it will be in the dining room in 30 minutes.
Dunk heads up to his room to grab a quick shower as the med-drone rumbles into the room.
Kicking off your shoes was agony, the roof tiling had splintered and caused slight lacerations to your lower leg as it got bedded into the insulation and lagging in the lower layers.
The light bleeding had soaked into the fabric of your clothing, scabbing up and it stung like fuck as you rolled the trouser leg up to look at it, reopening some of the cuts.
After some awkward fumbling with your socks, the drone sets to work prodding and poking at your ankle, causing you to yelp as it tests your passive range of motion.
You could see the ankle was severely bruised and swollen, it'd take a while before that settled down, but it was gonna look a pretty spectacular series of colours before it did.
It wasn't long before the drone had made its diagnosis and injected a decent bolus of anti-inflammatories, pain killers and a small shot of bio-repair protein to help fix the damage to your ankle ligaments.
It started to feel better almost immediately, but the drone was insistent that you keep it elevated for a while. Dinner wouldn't be long now anyway.

Heavy thudding resonated in the high ceilinged hallway as Dunk's considerable frame plodded down the stairway, joining you in the sitting room as he plonks down heavily into the comfy armchair by the fireplace.
Ye got a clean bill o' health then eh?
He takes a big slurp of a steaming mug of tea and flicks the armchair controls to boot up the Trid screen on the far wall and flicks through to the Euro-League sports channel.
Rangers are playin' teday. got a fiver on em te beat Hibs he looks over with a smirk:
Easy feckin' money. What time's the meet with the salesmen by the way? We got any more of a plan for this job than we did this morning?

[Scawire]

Mantis is happy to get some food in his gut after the mess up with his spirit. Mantis hates to make mistakes when it comes to his magic, he should know not to miss word a command. Mantis's thoughts trail to evil genies that take a wishers words and twists them to some dark joke that genie wants to do for fun. As he enters to eat his meal Mantis's mind is full of images of dark gen messing with the summoners. Mantis is greatful for his bite to eat.

Well as for new plans we now know that there is no way we are walking in with out a disguise, be it nano paste or one of my physical masks in place. Driving around and finding the target building should come first the we need to see what is at the building then we can flesh out the next stage. So we might need to get double the nano disguise in case we hit a big set back and have to regroup before we hit the target.