[SquirrelDude]

"Do you have any stealth RFID tags you could plant on the vehicles or other items she might carry around with her on a regular basis?"

[Volker]

bnc blushes. "Oh. Yeah, sure. I actually think I never used but I should have some ... uhm, somewhere in my bedside table. Darn, I'll get them, sempai."

Since they don't seem to be in an actual hurry, bnc drives home to get the stealth tags and returns.

@Jack: Please tell me, if nothing extraordinary happens in that time. To access the cars, we would have to circumround the motion sensors and the garage gate, right? Is it easier for FlySpy to enter through some window or so? Can they carry and set the tags?

[Jack_Spade]

Looking at the data feed, bnc could find only one possible inlet into the house: The fireplace in the living room had a chimney and there was a good chance, that the grate inside would be wide enough for a flyspy or similar micro drone to pass.


Piloting test with a threshold of 4 - 3 with your shiny new rigger interface.

[Volker]

Control Aircraft: 8d6t5 1
That would need some more exercise. Does failing mean that I got caught (in which case I'd take Edge) or that I missed the chimney (in whice case I'd retry).

[Jack_Spade]

Edging would be strongly recommended. Touching the sooth encrusted sides would pretty much destroy the propulsion system of your drone - not to mention it would make a hell of a racket

[Volker]

Darn. How difficult can it be to fly a mosquito down a chimney...
Control Aircraft: 7d6t5 2

That's three in total.

[Jack_Spade]

With some difficulty, bnc navigated the small flyspy down the narrow, sooth encrusted chimney. Sweat poured from her head when she got to close to the grate half way up and almost lost her left side wings. But thanks to a timely correction and a big helping of luck, she managed to overcome this hurdle and reached the cold fireplace below.
Luckily the glass panel was slightly ajar so the drone could escape into the living room. The door to the kitchens was open but there her luck ended. The door to the corridor was closed and there was no way apparent how to open it by herself.

Everything was neatly cleaned and put in its place - beside a large box of honey crunch loops and a half empty container of soy milk. It seemed Frigg had made herself a late night snack before going to bed.

[Volker]

"I'm in. The drone is trapped in the kitchen slash living room. It seems, our lady has gone to bed. I can try and hide the drone somewhere. Let's wait and see. From here, we can observe the matrix and some rooms of the interior. I don't think we can or should do more than that. Agree, sempai?"

[SquirrelDude]

"It's not ideal, but you could do it. Can the drone fit through any of the air vents in the room? If not, sit back, observe the matrix, and tag an personal effects that have been left in the living room."

[Jack_Spade]

The only personal items in the two rooms might be taken somewhere else was an e-book reader and as scarf that lay on the sitting room table.

[Volker]

Why would a decker have an e-book reader? Why are there e-book readers in 2075 at all..?
bnc finds that slightly suspicious, thus:

She tags the scarf. "I hope, this won't draw attention. At least she obviously used the scarf recently. I'll keep my Microskimmer at hand, should there be any opportunity to smuggle it into the car or so. But I think, less is more hear. Any device, and tag we install, can be seen, and they know a bit about matrix security. If you ask my advice, I'd place the FlySpy running silently somewhere in the kitchen, sit in a park and check every now and then. That'll do - she should be unaware. Let's keep it that way."

[SquirrelDude]

"Sounds like a plan.

Slobbertooth put the Rover in gear and drove it a few blocks away and parked it. "We'll take shifts every couple of hours. When we change shifts, whoever is taking over should move the Rover to someone else."

[Jack_Spade]

It took seven hours, before the flyspy noticed activity in the house. Frigg appeared around 7:30 in the kitchen, wearing only a man's cotton shirt. She rummaged a bit in the fridge but seemed to decide to get herself another bowl of cereal instead. She fetched the e-book from the living room and became engrossed in its contents while she shoveled absentmindedly food into her mouth. About five minutes later a man entered the room. A tall elf with black hair, covered only by a pair of wide trousers that Slobbertooth identified as part of a Karate gi. He was slender but well muscled. Some very ugly scars crisscrossed his back and stomach - claw and bite wounds.
The man came over to the girl and kissed her lightly on the top of her head, before he went also to the fridge and began to prepare a very healthy and appealing looking breakfast from stuff that looked like real food: Yoghurt, fresh pressed oranges, crushed whole grain, an apple, honey and some bread that had been backed over night.

The conversation between them indicated that they had been living together for a while now:
He: "Something interesting?"
She: "Nuh-uh. Schusht sche uschual."
He: "Friggy baby, please, not with a full mouth."
She: "Scho, don't aschk me while I'm eating."
He: "Yeah, yeah. Did you have fun with the girls yesterday?"
That seemed to get her attention, because she swallowed a large load and said:
"Yes, you remember Tigra? She's the pizza rigger I told you about. She totally got herself laid yesterday. Some hot elf came on to her. I'm so happy for her - finally broke her dry spell. Told her she just had to go out more. I have to call her later to get all the details."
"Babe, maybe you should restrain yourself a bit. I think that's her business."
"Bah, you don't understand - that's a huge deal for her. She needs my support so she doesn't blow it with this guy. She tends to get clingy. Besides I want to know how the mystery guy was in bed."
"I... a do as you please. But don't take to long. We've got business this afternoon."
"Yeah, yeah..."
And both started to eat again.
Now the flyspy could see for the first time the face of the elf: The right eye had been replaced by a ruby red sphere.

[Volker]

As soon as there is commotion, bnc immediately redirects the input data both to a separate online store and a feed which she sends to her team.
"There he is, Slob. We have to act fast, now. As soon as they go online, they might - might! - find the drone, if they search for it. We have the element of surprise. But this is your turf. I never entered somebody's house uninvited. Well, maybe unwanted. Anyway. Shall we wait till they are on the move?"

bnc is nervous. You can tell by the way she's talking. Too fast. Too excited. She's almost giggling with anxiety and hardly manages to give Slob a split-second to answer.

[SquirrelDude]

Slobbertooth put the van in gear, started activating wireless functionalities of his equipment and headed towards the home as he yelled into the back of the van.

"Wake up Special K. It's time."