"Sneaky Runner, shadows his mark through the streets of Seattle. As per usual there the slight drizzle of sulphuric rain that Seattle is so known for, At least it keeps the Tacoma Aroma down. All around him and the mark, the wages laves of Seattle shuffle off to their drone lives, ether home to do a few more hours work before getting maybe 5 hours sleep that night. Or they were on their way to work, preying that the few extra hours they put in last night might have given them an inch up over some other wage slave in the same division...
Reality snapped Sneaky in the back of the head when his internal Commlink started squawking at him.
"Sneaky? Sneaky you there?!? You better be there Sneaky! You tag the mark yet? huh? I can't get a reading yet?!? you tag him? Huh? Sneaky? Sneaky you there?"
Spazz, as usual was living up to her name, with her hyperactive freaking into the commlink. By the plan, Sneaky still had 6 blocks before he had to plant the RFID tag, but to shut Spazz, up, Sneaky decided it was better to get to it..
"Tag will be on the mark in 2 minutes." Sneaky mentally sent back to Spazz before switching his commlink to silent and unavailable mode. A mode he never knew commlinks had before his partnership with Spazz encouraged him to seek out ways of muting her.
Sneaky increased his pace but not his stride. The trick was to look like you were focused on something in AR and no realizing you have increased your speed, otherwise you might upset the oblivious flow the wage slave Sheeple, and them being oblivious is what allowed Sneaky to be, well, Sneaky. As the Mark approached the street corner, the lights changed, causing the flow of pedestrians to come to a halt. Sneaky worked himself into the crowd, until he stood behind the Mark, facing his back. From his Pocket Sneaky Removed the tools he would need.
The fist was the case that contained the RFID chip he needed to attach to the Mark. The next was the eyedropper of glue. Ever so carefully, sneaky dabbed at the RFID chip with a gloved finger, hoping the edge of the tag would snag on a fiber and lift out of the container. On the second try, Sneaky managed to get the chip on his finger and casually dropped the container on the ground. Just an other piece of trash on the streets of Seattle, Sneaky focused his attention on the eyedropper.
The trick was to get enough glue on the tag to hold it, but not so much as to saturate the tag and drown it in glue, causing it to stick to his glove. Sneaky concentrated, and with the gentlest of breaths, applied a feather's pressure to the eye dropper. A tiny droplet of glue emerged on the fine tip of the dropper, which sneaky hovered over the RFID chip, almost willing the glue to stick to the chip and leave the dropper.
It was in a panic that Sneaky noticed the crowd had started to move forward, apparently he had been so absorbed in placing the glue, he missed the light changing! With the Mark now almost out of reach, Sneaky stretched out his arm and bushed his gloved finger on the Mark's shoulder, placing the RFID tag, and, to Sneaky's horror, his glove! Apparently, he had placed a fraction more glue then he needed and the super adhesive in the eyedropper had also made contact with the fibers of his glove.
All Sneaky could do was turn right and fade into the opposite flow of wage slave sheeple walking parallel to his original direction, as the Mark continued on his way to where he was going, plus one black synth leather glove glued to his right shoulder.
"Mark has been tagged. Visual identifier added. Black synth leather glove attached to rear right shoulder." Was the last Message Sneaky sent on down the line of watchers for the Mark, all the while wondering why RFID tags didn't come with their own built in adhesive. Being less then a square millimeter in size, the stealth tags are just too small to apply any glue to and not accidentally bond it to something unintended.... "
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I am pretty sure they come with an adhesive built in if you want them to
