[Boer_Kommando]

"If we can track him to his physical body while he's in VR, we can unplug the drekhead and watch him do the virtual purge" Mata says with a chuckle then looking at Cursor "Um... sorry Cursor-san" he says in apology as it had just recently happened to him. "I can go in as well, but I'm not sure how persuasive I'll be in the matrix, and if we can get eight-stone to get out the van he might be of some use if the meat-husk is found."

[Chrona]

"Don't I'll go into VR alone and try to keep him talking, you guys head to Union station and find the drek. I'll thread a program to jam his connection if I have to. Let's get over this border first."

To get an access ID

Matrix perception on border guard Scanner (8d6.hits(5)=3)

Spoofing the Sin canner for Wilco Exploit on scanner in VR: Exploit 8 + EW 3 (11d6.hits(5)=4)

Exploit 8 + EW 3 (11d6.hits(5)=4)
Exploit 8 + EW 3 (11d6.hits(5)=4)
Thats admin on FW6, lemme know sent

Pretty sure your boned Wilco, sorry.

[Sentinemodo]

Somehow you made it. The scanner's FW didn't quite knew what had happened, but the gate had opened. You sliced in, turned off the alarm, and set all clear on your checks. Even though the guard, rised his brow in surprise (let's face it noone is that clear, not to mention five of your most looking as a threat you don't want to meet by midnight), he just waved off and you rolled onto and closed in to the Denver's central maglev station. Surrounded by skyscrappers.

The deserted union.

The station itself is bursting with its usual downtown nightlife. Several squads of Knight Errants on patrol keep the citizens behaviour in check. The restaurants and pubs around are still full of wageslaves celebrating their little day vitories. Sport cars and bikes whizzle around with silicon ladies bristling about young or old but always nuyen friendly men. Here and there you can see some more dangerous metahumans. No obvious weapons but the aura of danger as thick around them.

You've got to ask several questions to get his address - HammerJack lives in a an appartment near the station. But he's not home. The doorsman sitting in a small guardroom, behind the armored glass after just a little bit greasing (50 NY) told you he had left about three hours ago, and was not back yet. He won't let you in however.

The time is 00:01 am, 00:34 hours to the meet with Void, 08:59 hours to the ransom deadline.

[Chrona]

I'll have to run a trace once in the chatroom I guess.

Cursor sighed.

Damn this would be easier if my Sleuth had found him.

[Kot]

Stryker smiled deviously, watching the buildings security through his Mind's Eye. "Remember you have magical recon. I can check out his place. Give me five minutes." Almost sure there'd be no magical security he started with an order to his Watchers, sending them to scour for anything unusual, and any signs of Awakened activity, but ordering them to keep a low profile, and act like they own the place. He knew they won't be able to react quickly, so he also made them return and report on any problems they encounter. He didn't yet enter the Astral Realms, awaiting his little helpers return...

[Sentinemodo]

There are hundreds, maybe a thousand souls in the buildings thirty floors. Several of them are Awakaned to a different degree. There are several low power focis scattered around as well. It took your wathcers a short while to find out an exact spot of empty place (they can't count floors or rooms) especially that the only picture of HammerJack you have if they picture of sad faced worker in yellow cask on head and yellow vest with a heavy machinegun thrown over his back.

They're back never the less, reporting no magical security as you predicted, but nothing unusual also. For more details you must go on your own astral feets...

[Kot]

"Off I go, then." Stryker takes a few deep breaths, and begins meditating again. This time he's in a hurry, so you can almost see the transition when his body becomes vacant. He doesn't stop to admire the wonders of the Manastreams. He moves swiftly and with purpose, in the company of his Watchers, moving to the room they've found...

[Sentinemodo]

Passing through the walls on the seventh floor to the corner apartment you found yourself in an empty space devoid of life. The most essentional things you notice are the leftovers of pizzas.
The room is full of opaque shapes looking like parts of electronics, several commlinks, an old fashioned deck, large trid set and comfortable chair.
The place however is tense in astral terms, like when something dark and heavy pressed the veil of astral continuum here.

treat this areas as having background count of -1

In general you don't feel nice here.

[Kot]

Stryker does quick sweep of the place, looking for any hints, or anything interesting, or out of the ordinary. He also tries to memorize the layout, and note any security, and recognize the electronics in the place... All but one of the Watchers are helping him, and the last one serves as a watchdog, placed on the corridor to warn him of any activity.

[Sentinemodo]

Done

[JDA]

Wilco, prepares one of his fly spy to fly past the guard and towards the area of hammerjacks apartment. Seeing all that he can see. He is jacked in. "We'll chummers let's see what we have"

[Sentinemodo]

The drone took of from the van's roof to scan. In addition to the astral scan you see picture of Falcone and black&white pictures of some young people holding themselves together. 

On the bed lay a scattered wageslave suit with en emblem of Ares - Bellevue HQ.

[Chrona]

"Wilco, take recordings of everything. Any clues? Isn't Bellevue in Seattle? See any tech I could hack?

[JDA]

Cursor, "will do" Wilco is recording everything that the drone sees.

[Boer_Kommando]

Mata Tabi was thoroughly bored and spent the idle time flicking open and flicking closed the lighter, the only one not 'out' was Eight-Stone, and Mata had no interest in talking with Trog. Mata decides to light up a cigarette and pulls on it in a long inhale, careful to blow out towards the window, which he kept down an inche or so.