[Scawire]

Mantis fiddles away with the panel trying his best to take his time, this could get the team in trouble if done wrong.

[Csjarrat]

__Scawire___
It takes a couple minutes of faffing about to release all the screws, but eventually the underside panel comes away with a clunk. It dangles precariously, held back by a cable connecting to the anti-tamper device, but you have enough room to access the ports you need to.
With a bit of wiggling and gentle coaxing of the casing, you manage to create a bit of room for the cabling for the black box to pass through, grabbing a roll of tape out of your hardware kit and affixing it to the far side of the box, out of line of sight from the access panel. All being well, it'd be a few days before it was eventually discovered. 

[Lumen]

Knives glances back over his shoulder to see Mantis' progress.  *Oh shite! I hope he can put all that back together.*  He then takes a step towards the panel and whispers, "You done?"  He runs through the steps again in his head, *Plant thingy. Looks like check. Flip switch up twice, hopefully Mantis remembered.  Then just plant the burner.  Judging by the state of those rubbish bags they've been there a while.  That should do nicely. Don't want to jynx it but we might have pulled this one off.  Just gotta get him down from here without so much racket...*

[Csjarrat]

___Knives___
You get the impression you had the easy option on guard duty.
Your spatial recogniser flashes and pulses in Mantis' direction as he grunts and groans; occasional clangs of metal on metal as he bends the chassis for the black box's trailing cable to run through.
Occasionally you get a spike of activity from downstairs, the frequencies subtly altering as if there was a change in the background noise more than anything directly making a noise.
Mantis slides away from the cabinet, rolling over in the puddle and pushing himself up to his feet, visibly sodden and looking cold and miserable.
Threading the steel rope through the restraint and sliding the padlock to its closed position, he looks at you with a "what next?" kind of look

[Lumen]

Knives moves closer and whispers trying to keep his voice as low as possible, "Gimmie the gloves and tie this round yourself."  He pulls the stealth rope from his pack and holds it out.  *Damnit all.  I knew I shouldn't have left the grapple gun in Dunk's trunk... This is exactly while I ponied up the quid for it!*

[Scawire]

Mantis is glad he hasn't messed up setting up the electronics. Mantis does his best to fallow Knives instructions. Not being very skilled in climbing Mantis was hoping to stay at street level well Knives got the goods in place, things change.

Mantis raps the cord around himself as Knives says waiting to get back to ground level.

[Csjarrat]

Mantis's blurry, half-concealed outline struggles to maintain its balance as you slowly loose the line, lowering him down to ground level as gently and smoothly as you could.
The line goes totally slack and you see the loop un-knot and hit the ground.
Looping your end around the most solid-looking hoarding strut, you test its structural strength with a few good hard tugs before lowering your weight over the side wall.
Taking care to keep the noise down, it takes a little longer to reach the bottom than you'd hoped. You'd no sooner hit the rope with the catalyst stick than the sound of another small motorbike engine lit up your spatial recogniser.
It was headed in from the markets.

[Lumen]

Knives holds his arm up to bar Mantis from moving out of the alley and he whispers,  "Hold tight."  He then heads out to the grass in front of the building to search for their fallen drone.

[Csjarrat]

The motorbike passes, weaving to miss the potholes as the one earlier did.
With it gone, you dial up the image enhancement and spot the glint of light reflecting off a wing surface in the massively overgrown front garden.
Peeking your head around the building a little more, for a milisecond you're convinced that you saw a crack of light from the far upstairs window, you blink and try to focus your eyes on it again, but it had gone

[Scawire]

Mantis hugs a wall in the ally hoping he could send some nicotine through his veins in a very short time. Lets hope this doesn't turn hostile here at the end like that Grid Link building. I don't want to have to hold on misting up my lungs for too much longer.

[Lumen]

Knives watches the window intently for a minute.  *Damn I could have sworn I saw something.  Oh well.*  Satisfied it was his paranoid imagination he moves in to scoop up the drone and pocket it.  He can't help but glance back up at the window before heading back across the street to the rubbish bags.

[Csjarrat]

In a half-stoop to keep a low profile, you head into the long grass, tangled with all sorts of weeds.
Something scurries past your foot as you grab the drone, its delicate wing tip catching the distant streetlight.
Retrieving it, you see it had taken a bit of a rough landing. the right wing looks a bit bent out of shape, but probably nothing that Dunk couldn't fix with the right tools.
Satisfied, you clip the drone back into its carry case and pocket it.

[Lumen]

Moving across the street Knives pulls out the burner Smith provided and flips it on.  Once he's made it back to the rubbish bags he moves one aside just enough to shove the com underneath.   With the mission complete in his mind he sends Mantis a chirp and starts walking back towards where Dunk dropped him off.  After a few blocks Knives messages the team, <All done in the market. We'll meet you where you dropped me off.>

[Csjarrat]

The burner flicks on, immediately connecting to the black box as it had been programmed to.
Stowing it under the refuse and detritus of the alleyway was a breeze but your hands stunk, fuck knows what kind of grime was on them.
//Aye aye cap'n. Heading there now. That kebab was fuckin lovely by the way.//
Heading out of the alleyway you sneak another look at the window where you saw the glimmer of light. It seems quiet now, you'd never think anyone had been in the building for years.
Something about it bugged you though, you were entirely sure you'd seen a flash of something out of that window space.
Setting off down the street towards the market, you heard the familiar heavy footsteps of Mantis behind you.
For a second though, the sound is disembodied, not even an outline to suggest where the sound came from.
You remembered the spirit's concealment was still active and continued to the corner of the street, keeping an eye out for the tramp you saw earlier at the junction.

[Scawire]

Mantis keep pace with knives holding to his six o clock. Mantis knows the three runners are in a hostile area and his smoke will wait for a safe place with job done. Mantis's mind drifts to the seer as his ears and eyes stay focused on the dangerous turf the team is in. she knew too much at the start for her words to be forgotten I'll remember what she said...... Where is she?