[Lumen]

Knives heads towards the warehouse but stops in a back alley about a block away.   Keeping in the shadows, he gets a better look at the outside.  Once he's had a look around he messages Mantis over their microtranscievers, <I'm at the location.  You about ready? >

[Scawire]

Mantis sub vocals back Knives I'm currently in route to your position.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen____
The street is pretty much deserted as you turn left off the boulevard, the only soul to be seen is an old hobo, rummaging through a bin on the far side of the junction. Only a few of the streetlights actually work, casting a weak and irregular lighting pattern on the empty roadway.
As you look up to the sky you see that the last vestiges of daylight have fully retreated into the night and a cool chill hangs in the air, your warm breath clouding in front of your face as you tuck your hands into the warmth of your coverall's deep pockets for respite.
Alleys branch left and right between each tenement block, most boarded up with sagging roofs and smashed windows.
Years of grime and pigeon shit line every surface of the buildings, their old sandstone walls misshapen due to exposure to years of acid rain.
You can see the target building on your right clearly as you walk past it and duck into an alley, making sure to keep out of the hobo's sight.
The alley stinks of piss and is littered with years worth of rotting cardboard, uncollected waste, broken bike frames and probably a whole host of other things you wouldn't want to stick your hand in.
Overcoming your natural revulsion of the smell, you duck behind a pile of torn and leaking rubbish bags that are large enough to obscure most of your body and slip the thermo goggles on.
You barely even notice the whine of the amplifier as your world turns to shades of the rainbow.
At this range, parts of roof of the target building glow a bright yellow. You can see attempts have been made to shield the heat signature, but it was clear and there for you to see that something was running hot on the roof of an otherwise cold building.
Slipping the goggles back into your pocket you dial up your image enhancement, getting a look at the building itself.
The building is slightly set back from the pathway and the road, a small thin path leads to the front door of the tenement, flanked either side by what was once a garden (it is now badly overgrown) the overgrown shrubs block a lot of your view of the pathway. The front door is in a decent condition, but the windows on the lower floor are smashed up, a couple of boards nailed over the windows as a haphazard token-gesture to patch the holes.
You can't see any obvious security devices at this range and in the darkness but common sense tells you they wouldn't be daft enough to leave something important unguarded.

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire___
You push and shove your way through the stream of people as you make your way back out of the crowded marketplace.
The thought of food crosses your mind more than once as you pass a couple of stalls that smell delicious, but you hink better of it, having delayed the team enough already.
The crowd thins out as you get back to the entrance you came in by, swinging a right and following the boulevard up a couple of blocks; the oppressive crush of people was long gone now, a few disinterested souls walking to/from the market with shopping bags were all that was to be seen.
A hobo sat in the corner of the intersection near the target building, head tucked into his ragged coat and hands shoved deep into his pockets to stave off what was going to be a cold night.
The last of the daylight had fully retreated now, a few of the brighter stars peered through gaps in the light cloud, itself lit a murky orange from the light pollution of the city below.
Ahead stretched a badly lit street, the target building somewhere off to your right as far as Knives had told you over the comms.
Clear of the crowds, you decided to risk another summoning. You feel the spirit's presence, its shimmering disruption of the ambient mana belying its rough proximity
For what purpose do you require me summoner?

[Csjarrat]

//Alrite lads, I think our mates from yesterday recognised the car. I'm about 3-4 blocks south west of ye now. Holler when ye need a ride.//

[Scawire]

Mantis give his location to his Knives over his new micro transceiver hoping to keep his comm link powered down for when they make there move. <<<Sub-Vocal >>> I'm at the bottom left side of the building let me know if you re-group here or at your location.  Mantis decides to tell the spirit to hold. Thanks for coming to aid me right now just sit tight later I will need you to use your concealment power on me and a friend. I'll let you know when that time has come. Mantis waits to hear what move Knives wants to make.

[Lumen]

Knives replies subvocally,  <To your left mate, bout 10 meters down an alley opposite the building.  I can't tell from here if there's any cameras watching the intersection and I'd rather not risk it.  You feel up to a climb or am I doing this on my own?>

[Scawire]

Mantis thinks over the question that has been presented to him <<Sub Vocal>> I'm thinking your the one skilled at climbing if we don't need me to make the attempt, better chance I wont mess up. Also I can keep an eye on the ground level better from where I am at. Mantis turns to look at Knives then starts to scan his area for a good place to stay low profile and keep an eye on Knives at the same time.

[Lumen]

Knives steps out from behind the rubbish bags and slinks off to the corner of the building near the intersection, hoping to spot Mantis.  <<No worries mate but I'm gonna need that sneaky mojo before I do this.  Lay it on me.>>

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
Stepping out of the stinking mulch of the alleyway was a pleasure.
You see Mantis a fair way down the street on the far side of the target building.
He's walking towards you, doing his best to look inconspicuous, but there is no way to be fully shielded from any prying eyes in the target building.

___Scawire___
Your heart rate rises as Knives appears out of an alleyway some distance down the street ahead of you.
You do your best to fit in, but the sparse cover on the street means you have no way of keeping out of anyone's line of sight for anything more than a few moments.
The target building must be near, it was game time.

[Scawire]

Once Mantis spots Knives he gives him a mojo cloak he learning back in Scotland, he scan the area for any place he could break line of sight from the target building. If he can't spot a place Mantis will have to analyze where to keep walking to to find a spot to watch the ground and keep hidden well Knives does his thing.

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire___
You keep walking to the point where Knives' had been staking out the target, knowing it was probably the only place with any cover from the target. Passing an aged and rusted hulk of a vending machine, you chance a casting attempt. The mana stubbornly refuses to weave into form as you attempt to conceal your hands in your pockets, but you try again, bringing your hands out and making the gestures with a redoubled effort, smiling as knive's form shimmers and fades from view.

___Lumen___
You see Mantis approach and run through his gestures and hear his mumbled incantation. A disturbance in the ambient mana around you shifts the way you feel for a nanosecond before returning to normal.
You instinctively know that his spell worked.

[Lumen]

*Alright mojo'd up and ready to go.*  Seeing Mantis weave his spell Knives closes the distance to the target,  sticking to the shadows.   Once he's across he tucks up against the building and pulls out the FlySpy holding it up with open palm.  Subvocally he signals Dunk over the microtranscievers,  <It's time mate, straight up.  Send me the shot then shut her down.>

[Csjarrat]

//Yep, video feed establishing now//
The little wings flapped delicately as it took to the air, your Image link a blur of motion as the side of the building scrolls past in the darkness.
The low battery alarm flashes red in the top left of the image link, angrily pulsing as it reaches roof level. You see a flat roof, puddles of rainwater standing in a couple of areas and a large air conditioning style metal unit in the centre of the roof.
The flashing battery icon turns to a red warning sign and the Fly Spy descends, slowly and controlled at first, before keening to the right and thunking nose first into the long grass at the front of the building.
//Sorry pal, that's all i've got for ye//

[Lumen]

<Good enough.>  With what looks like an empty rooftop above Knives stretches out his shoulders as he draws mana down into the muscles.  He sets his gecko gloves to climbing mode and takes off up the side of the building.