[Csjarrat]

___Lumen____
The trid feed flashes a red battery icon and Dunk lands it softly on the metal walkway at the top of the ladder before killing the feed.
//sorry pal, she's nearly out 'o juice//
You shimmy up the first third of the ladder without any problems, the mana infusing your muscles making it feel like you were nearly weightless.
Halfway up your comm pulses in your pocket with the incoming audiofeed, shocking you out of your concentration enough to misplace your right foot.
A crack followed by a groan and then your right leg hung in free space as the rung gave way under your weight, hitting the ground below you with a reverberating twang. The cardboard and assorted debris rustled as the bar ricocheted off the walls of the alley and disturbed whatever called it home.
Mantis' hushed tones filled your audio feed shortly followed by Dunk's confirmation of receiving the message.
Hauling yourself up the rest of the ladder, you make sure of every placement of hand and foot; emerging at the top around a minute after beginning your ascent.
The little dragonfly sized drone sat expectantly on the grating, its delicate wings flapping in the cool of the evening breeze.
It was fully dark now, the markets casting a sickly orange light onto the nearby buildings.
The little bit of elevation you gained gave you a cracking view thanks to the low rise nature of the market district. The flashing of the aircraft collision warning lights on the distant skyscrapers contrasted beautifully against the curves of the Eiffel tower over on the northern horizon. A huge Arcology towered over everything else, its searchlights illuminating a steady stream of VTOL's and executive helicopters as it guided them into land at its peak.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
You slide the heavy goggles over your head once more, hearing the whine as the power unit fires up.
The world is now cast as a dark blue, almost black with the absence of heat. The occasional white spot flares up as a pedestrian makes his way down the street or passes by a window, but nothing stands out on the view from the balconied grating that you stood on.
Taking a few steps up onto the roof, you could hear the pigeons cooing in their roost underneath you as you struggled for a better vantage point. A neon sign on the next block caught your eye as a false positive, its heat signature registering as a green-yellow; but soon after your disappointment, you spot a decent candidate almost due west.
A glowing orange signature emanated from an apparently disused industrial looking unit, four blocks further up the boulevard and one block south.


__Scawire__
She motions you to flip the last card, revealing a robed woman in the centre of a large wreath, an image of land masses and roiling seas behind her.
The world. Next level of entire existence. She is, how you say? Enlightened... Her soul has transcended, to a higher form.

[Lumen]

Knives cringes as he takes his first few timid steps across the rooftop,  yesterday's incident still fresh in his mind even if the swelling had faded.  The weight of a frustrating day began to lift as he finally spots a viable lead.  He snaps a quick picture with his imagelink and notes the spot on his map before alerting the team.

<Heads up mates, I found us a hot spot.  Four blocks up and one block over.  Looks like an abandoned warehouse but
it's lighting up the thermo.  Time for you to quit arsing around Mantis.  Now.>

[Csjarrat]

<<Encrypted channel::From:: Dunk//Picking up some interest from the locals. Gonna move on a couple of blocks I think. Good job on the find>>

[Scawire]

Mantis looks at the women that had pulled him out of the crowd to drop some much need info his way. With the call from his fellow runner in his ear he stands up and bows to the woman. thank you for your help here is a token of thanks for you aid in my life mantis hands here a free with 250 nuyen and asks can I get a contact number so we can chat again some time? with that said Mantis subcalls his group. sorry guys something personal came up, kind of blind sided me with that sent to the group he ask. give me a meet spot Iwill be there shortly.

[Csjarrat]

The old lady's face turns to anger as you stand, clearly before her session was finished. He face soon lights up though as you pass her the credstik.
She rapidly transfers the funds onto her comm and flicks an AR business card over to you.
You have good day Mantis

[Lumen]

Knives carefully makes his way back down the rusted out ladder, paying close attention to each rung as he descends.   He sends Mantis the location where he picked up the heat signature along with a message,  <Nice of you to rejoin us mate.  Meet me here and be ready to sling some hidey mojo.>

Once he reaches the ground he'll send a quick reply to Dunk as well, <Got it.  We're heading towards the warehouse.  Too bad this damned drone is dead, we could use the extra eyes.>

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
//It's on reserves mate. Got about 1 minute of level flight before it fully discharges, just enough so ye can perform a safe landing with it under normal circumstances//
Climbing down the ladder is easy enough with your gecko gloves as you carefully manoeuvre around the remaining dodgy looking rungs.
Half way down, one half of a rung gives way, slamming you sideways into the support strut of the ladder with a metallic clang.
The commotion you heard in the cardboard an urban detritus before returns, followed by the angry hissing of a huge and hairless rat.
As you steady yourself against the friction of the gecko gloves, you look down. The fallen rung must have disturbed its nest or something, because it was clearly pissed at you as it strode around under the ladder, its little claws a good few inches too short the reach the bottom of the ladder.

[Lumen]

*Oh shite, a fuckin devil rat?  Heh at's right come and get me*  Knives signals his taser into his palm and points over the uppity rodent.   He fires a single dart hoping to quickly dispatch the pest.

[Csjarrat]

The rat seems to judge your intent as you draw your weapon, scurrying for cover as your dart slams into a carboard box, mere millimetres from its fleshy hide

[Lumen]

*Bloody hell!  I don't have time to arse around with you.  So either get shot like a good little pest or piss off! *  Knives focuses for second, closing his sights in on the rat before letting loose another dart.

[Csjarrat]

The rat dodges again, clearly frightened now as it attempts to run for cover. You lead your target nicely and slam a dart squarely into its torso.
It yelps and convulses as the dart discharges 50,000v into its muscles, laying still afterwards.
Your target down, you slide the rest of the way to floor level unhindered, landing gracefully before heading out onto the main street.

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire___
You stand and leave the table as the old lady swills the tea leaves around in the oversized mug. She shouts after you as you reach the canvassed entrance area:
Be careful, a dark path you cross
The canvas drops heavily behind you as you try to get your bearings in the marketplace again.
The crowds were heavier than before and your stomach begins to rumble at the smell of the food and spices coming from the varying stalls.
To your left is the entrance you came in from, to your right was the entrance Knives came in.

[Scawire]

Mantis makes his way to knives location, taking the path knives came in on. OK it looks like we got some mojo slinging coming my way better hope these upgrades I got up in Scotland will keep me in the game.] Mantis knows too well from the last infiltration job that keeping three spells up at once can fog your mind in a way that down grades your effectiveness.

[Scawire]

Mantis decides to summon a spirit onto the astral to aid his team, once his spells are being sustained getting a spirit aid for this leg of the run would be out the window. Mantis gathers his will and stretches it out to the astral realms of the spirits to call aid to his team of runners.