[Jack_Spade]

A small Mongolian looking bartender came to Krestov: "Good evening sir, what can I get for you?"
The bar was well stocked but didn't seem to contain anything special. In the large mirror Krestov could monitor the whole section behind him.

It took a few minutes until bnc spotted him on camera: From the back stairs Lung Feng had entered the restaurant. At his side was a well shaped female in traditional Chinese garb. They seemed to be engrossed in conversation and moved towards the bar.

[Volker]

<@Krestov <Careful, boss. Lung Feng approaching. I marked him on the map.>>

bnc investigates his PAN.

[SquirrelDude]

Slobbertooth got out of the truck geared up and moved into the darkness near on of the rear entrances.

"I'll move in if there is any trouble. Otherwise, my appearance would probably just make things awkward."

[SgtBoomCloud]

Krestov nodded in recognition to the bartender, pointing at a bottle on the lower shelf.  "Could have that mixed with cola, maybe?  Was recommmnded it and this place by friend.  Said special was good, but cannot remember name.  Translated not work well.  Thank you"  As the tender fixed his drink, the big troll kept his looking at the mirror casual, using his eyes to snap a picture of Lung Feng and his shapely companion in the quality dress, sending the full pic to bnc.

<<Can hold on for me?  Maybe want get you dress like this>>

Watching intently with his peripherals, the troll kept an eye on Lung Feng, taking the guise of trying to remember the name he had fabricated.  "Special was...DartLight...NightDay....hmm..."

[Jack_Spade]

The bartender shrugged without losing his smile: "Sure, one Coke and Kahlúa coming up. I think what this would be called is: Up all night and day"

bnc spotted Lung Feng's PAN after a moment - the man ran silent and not without reason. Slaved to a Trans Sys Avalon she found a concealed monowhip - probably in his thumb. A Colt America L36 with a laser sight was secured in a concealed holster. His companion did not seem to sport any wireless gear except a Blue Defender commlink.

Both had now crossed half the distance and where in clear view of the bar.
Lung Feng showed an emotionless mask while his companion looked severely pissed off.

Krestov received his drink just as the restaurant owner reached the bar. In harsh accented English he barked at the bartender: "Stop what you are doing. Get your kit and go downstairs and measure precisely this time. Barb will cover you here."
His companion made a disgusted face at that, but the bartender just nodded took of his apron and proceeded to take a small leather case out from under the bar to leave in the direction Feng had come from.

With no visible enthusiasm Barb went behind the bar. Her face promised a severe chewing out to everone who dared to ask her for a drink.
That done Feng turned around to go.

[Volker]

<@Krestov <Happily. But first you gotta buy me some tits or it'll look like dump.
Lung Feng Inventory list:

• Concealed Monowhip (thumb?)
• Colt America L36, concealed

Press the button to render your favourite drug addict to deactive all marked entries.>

I assume that I cannot trace the bartender via cameras, online cybereyes or any of these?

<@Slobbertooth @Torrent BCC@Krestov <Can you follow Lung Feng? I must know which car he takes.>>

[Sabato Kuroi]

@bnc :<< Gonna hide  near the back stairs, wait for him to come out>>

@GM
any Sneaking tests required?

[SquirrelDude]

Slobbertooth moved to take up a concealed overwatch position.

@bnc @Torrent <<I'll cover you Torrent. Don't want too many cooks.>>

[Volker]

<@Torrent <Roger>>
<@Slobbertooth <Agree. To many cocks are painful.>>

[Jack_Spade]

The bartender moves away and vanishes from sight as he enters the stairwell. Lung Feng made a small round through the restaurant, before he too moves to the stairwell, although he seems to ascent to the rooms above.

Torrent had no problem sneaking outside. With the watchman paralysed and bnc as early warning system he could move everywhere outside largely with impunity. It didn't take him long to spot the fire escape near the back exit on the backside of the building. With only a small effort he would be able to jump to the lowest rung and climb up if he were so inclined

[SgtBoomCloud]

Krestov covered his mouth with his hands to suppress his small smirk at the comments filtering in from his teammates.  At least they are all in good humor.  Good for morale  Closing his eyes, he sent off a message back after confirming where Lung Feng and the bartender went, nursing his drink idly.

<<@bnc: So, increasing calorie intake not option yeah?  Suppose you wanting Mk.II job for that huh?>>

<<@team: Update.  Lung Feng moved upstairs, out of my field of view.  Bartender doing task for Feng, lost visual.  Lady with me.  Attempting to make it downstairs without attention>>

Opening his eyes, he looked ahead before glancing over to the woman, being met a second later by an icy glare that would put bnc's slitch face to shame.  "Pardons.  You have restroom, yeah?"  Getting up, he would head towards them, hoping that they would be located at or near the stairwell to slip by...

[SquirrelDude]

<@Torrent <Roger>>
<@Slobbertooth <Agree. To many cocks are painful.>>

<@bnc  <Sometimes it only takes one.>>

[Volker]

<@bnc  <Sometimes it only takes one.>>

<@Krestov <Confirm that, Six-eight-six-two.>>
<@all <So, objective is alone? Isn't he what we came for in the first place?>>

[Sabato Kuroi]

@team:<<I'm going in.>>
@bnc:<<Can you trace Feng?>>


Jump(Limit 6): 12d6t5 7 

The elf jumped deftly,grabbed the first rung and pulled himself up the ladder

[Volker]

<@Torrent <I can trace his gear, anyway.>>

bnc bites her lip, as often when she's nervous. Or thoughtful. Or both. Joking time is over. Working time begins. bnc ducks deeper into the car, reboots her cyberdeck and goes online again. She swiftly uploads the map again, so as not to distract her companion, and rejoins the communication channel.
Silently she approaches Lung Feng's icon, attacking it carefully. The masks af comedy and tragedy appear on the Avalon's icon.
Quickly now. Don't attract attention.

Turning off her Goo (GOD Overwatch Overwatch) after a last glance at its collected data, she create some memory to load Pathfinder beta, a new piece of gear, designed for the very purpose of tracking.

Once Lung Feng's gear is tracked, she exchanges Pathfinder beta for Misty Morninx, and shifts back to silent mode.

Standard Stealth configuration:
Hacking on the Fly: 19d6t5 8
Hacking on the Fly: 19d6t5 9 --> with Exploit and Stealth I reach Sneak 9
Exchange Baby Monitor for Track.
Trace Icon: 17d6t5 7 --> with Track I reach Data Processing 7
My dice love me.
Exchange Track for Fly on the Wall.

Should noise be bigger than two, I would load Signal Scrub in case of Stealth, reducing my effecitive Sneak to 8.