[Lumen]

Lynx decides to send Flea a message so eaves aren't dropped on their conversation, <We're looking just fine my friend but I've got a visual on the surveillance team.  Confirmation on at least one camera and one microphone.  Let's try to wrap this up.>

His mechanical eyes constrict as he commands them to zoom on the apartment across from the Professor's, flipping on the low light filter. 

[sothach]

Corkscrew kept on driving, unwilling to risk drawing too much attention to himself. He activated his commlink and contacted the others.

<I think I'm done here. Do you want me to come by the second location?>

[Csjarrat]

Flea copies the commlink's data into another secure encrypted folder on her own. It'd at least make for interesting bed time reading tonight.
//<<@LynX>>Shit! I'm all done. I think he's home. The hidden node is his personal commlink, lets get out of the nieghbourhood and we can talk through the next steps. In fact, Head to O'malleys, We can talk over something less shit than that last beer.//
Seeing the incoming message from Corkscrew, she mentally hashed out a quick reply.
//All done here, lots to tell you. Meet at O'malleys (irish bar, downtown) in 30-40 mins?//

[Lumen]

Quick_Reply: Flea <You got it we're gone.>
Lynx turns the truck back towards the exit and approaches the gate, hoping to see different faces then they passed on the way in.

To Corkscrew and Team: <Negative.  Flea just finished her preliminary sweep and we're on our way out.  I say we meet in the morning to discuss our findings.  That should hopefully be enough time to process what we have.>

[Csjarrat]

//yeah, ok, my place about 8.30 am. I'll do us some breakfast.//

[cr4kp0t]

As the blackness of night draws in around you a brisk northerly wind starts to bring with it a light flurry of snow. The journey back to your homes is particularly cold and harsh.

When morning dawn the sun is beating down with its full radiance shining brightly on the fresh snow fall covering the streets.

[Lumen]

Lynx woke up at 0500 like he had for nearly thirty years now, ever since he began his time in the military.   As normal his first hour is spent exercising,  mild calisthenics, push ups, sit ups, etc.  After that he puts on a pot of the cheap excuse for soycaf he had then takes a quick shower.  Then it's time for 'breakfast' some warm barely edible soy noodles, it wasn't much but it will fight off the hunger for now.

While he's getting dressed and armored up Lynx runs the diagnostic routines making sure his ware is performing within normal parameters.  The rest of his morning before leaving is spent cleaning and checking his weapons.  As he's walking out the door he sends a message to the team, <Good morning squad.  Flea I'm en route to your 20.  If anyone is in need of a ride sound off.>


===Armor===
Armor Jacket             
   +Insulation 2
   +Concealable Holster - Ares Predator
   +Concealable Holster - Ares Predator
Form-Fitting Half-Body Suit
SecureTech Shin Guards   

===Weapons===
AK-97 - Stashed in the Gopher
Ares Predator IV - see above
Both pistols loaded with SNS
Spare clip for each with regular ammo

===Other===
Biomonitor
Datachip x5
Earbuds Rating 2
   +Audio Enhancement Rating 3
   +Spatial Recognizer
Fake License (Wired Reflexes) Rating 4
Fake License (Ares Predator IV) Rating 4
Fake SIN (Vladimir Vitsin) Rating 4
Medkit Rating 6
Medkit Supplies x3
Plastic Restraints x10
Smart Pouch System, Ammunition Pouch x2
Smart Pouch System, Combat Load Vest
Stimulant Patch Rating 5 x2
Trauma Patch x2
Transys Avalon (3, 3, 3, 4)
   +Iris Orb
   +Subvocal Microphone
   +AR Gloves

[Csjarrat]

//Sir, yes sir! bacon is cooking so get a move on :-)//

[sothach]

Corkscrew rolled out of bed, into the shower and through his morning routine with all the enthusiasm of a lazy man who hated mornings. At least there's breakfast to look forward to, Corkscrew thought, heading out to the car and setting off for Flea's place. He arrived around 8:20, with the intention of helping to cook. He had grown to hate the artificiality of typical food, and so had brought over a few ingredients to help spice things up.

(Cork is gonna offer to help cook, if Flea agrees my roll is as follows.)

Cooking Knowledge Skill: 5d6.hits(5)=2

[Lumen]

Lynx arrives and knocks on Flea's door at exactly 0830.  When the door opens he gives the young woman a smile and steps inside, "Good morning my friends.   I trust you slept well.  Shall we wait until after breakfast to get started? "

[Csjarrat]

Flea buzzed the intercom to let Lynx in //Just in time! hope you're hungry!//
Corkscrew had sorted the eggs and some fancy accompaniments and Flea had done the bacon and the eggy bread. Flea's part wasn't anything fancy, but it'd set them up for the day. Corkscrew's little touch of magic certainly looked interesting though.
Flea poured out a few mugs of soycaf and dumped the documents onto the AR wallpaper for all to see.
Corkscrew, we had quite the haul last night. I cracked his comm and his home node which we'll need to look through today. {she takes a big glug of coffee as she works through a chewy slab of bacon} Lynx, you wanna give us the low-down on what you saw of his home security?

[Lumen]

"Certainly I can start us off."  Lynx takes a sip from the mug before moving to stand in front of the AR display on the wall, "May I?" ((OOC: Assuming Flea let's him have some control over the display))  His cybereyes flicker, he makes a few hand gestures and images appear on the wall.  "From what we observed last night the Professor's personal home security is mostly irrelevant.  However there are two main causes for concern if we were to engage the target at his home.  The first is the neighborhood security." Several files pop up on the wall for display; a short video of the truck pulling up to the main gate, snap shots of the guards, their weapons, and the cameras posted.  As he speaks the appropriate file enlarges beside him then shrink off to the side once he moves on.

"A large wall surrounds the neighborhood with manned post at the gates.  There are several confirmed cameras, one directly capturing each driver and passenger.  Most likely there are at least two guards at the gate at all times.  The guards appeared to be sporting armored jackets and armed with SMGs.  A SIN scan is required before entering so there will be a trace along with visual verification.  This is not good."

More pictures pop up of the apartment across from the Professor's and the surveillance equipment, "The second point of concern is a stake out directly across from the Professor's home.  One camera and one parabolic microphone confirmed.  There is most likely more equipment either inside or hidden around and if it were my operation there would be at least two men stationed there as well.  Based on this information I must highly suggest against an acquisition at the home."

He moves back to sit at the table and takes another sip from his soykaf.  "I believe it is your turn now Flea."  Lynx tears into the plate of food quickly and methodically in just a few moments the plate is clean.

[Csjarrat]

mmhmm, yep Flea wipes a dab of ketchup away from her lips and slips on her 'trode band, spinning on the breakfast stool to face the AR wallpaper.
Lynx got us pretty close last night, close enough for me to find the good professor's home node and personal 'link. I punched through the security and trawled his node for useful stuff. Here's what we got..

flea gestures as she mentally controls the display of the different documents, expanding the teaching plan for the team first.
We've got an idea of his movements relating to work schedules, meetings with superiors and such. I also managed to get a copy of his research, doesn't mean a huge amount to me, but it might to you, so feel free to take a copy for bedtime reading. Most interesting of all for our side of our deal is his paranoia around his minders, take a look for yourselves {flea dumps the jumbled diary entries onto the display} I'm not sure of this guy's mental state to be honest. He seems a bit.."scatty" for a professor. He seems paranoid, though obviously it's justified in this case as we've seen his tails, but I think we need to take this into account. So he doesn't flip out when we snatch him, I think we need to knock him out. He'll be less trouble that way. Thoughts?

Flea switches the second wall to the displays of the maps she retrieved next to his teaching times, and plotting his daily routine over the map in her editing program.
This is likely to be his daily movements. Corkscrew, from what you saw, do any of these movements line up with a decent snatch n grab opportunity?

[sothach]

"Hmmm." Corkscrew thought for a moment. "If we had more manpower I would suggest taking him while he's driving back from work. As it stands with those tails, however, that would be a difficult business for just the three of us."

Corkscrew poured over the maps. "If he's nervous about his employers, then we could use their presence against him." He pointed at the parking lot (or equivalent if there isn't one). "If we can scare him, get him to run from his handlers, he could run for his car here. The panic should make the handlers and tails break cover, in which case it would be easier for us to ambush them when they followed him down there. I'm sure we all have multiple ways to create a panic like that."

Cork smiled and shrugged, "Of course there is a lot of room for things not going quite as planned. Regardless, astral security seemed only to be in the professor's building. Whatever plan we decide to go with, I would recommend taking him before he enters that building. There's bound to be extra mundane security in there too."

Plus I don't like seeing the word 'toxic' in these reports.

[Lumen]

"Flea can you pull up maps of the two subway terminals closest to the professor's home and the university?  I am thinking grabbing him in the bustle of the subway will be a much subtler and quieter way.  If we can break line of sight between the target and his handlers then stash him long enough for them to move on thinking he got on the train.  I'd rather try and keep things quiet than provoking the handlers from blowing cover.  When cover is blown trigger fingers get itchy, I'd prefer not to get shot... again..."

Lynx sips off his mug and looks to his teammates, "Just my thoughts."