[Kouryuu]

@Calico Cat

We are kinda in planing, most likely we will not do anything tonight, we need prepare us much better. You could join us in planing or if you wish to remain in you positions I could bring you some food, what would it be?

the message conmes back

She must have turned off her com, how professional.

He put the message to be resend as soon as her come becomes active.

[Sichr]

@Fractal: Bjuutifl workr. thanks for invitation. Huh...that databomb kind of scares me...Ill look out for peripheral devices, see what devices are operated from here, and Ill try to locate logitic data. If I found them, Ill create a little chaoss in it...and maybe I should plant some bombs also...to Access log hehe. We should hurry. Im currious if someone is able to disarm this baby. Well Ill leave this to hackers

[Sentinemodo]

You haven't detected any peripherals nodes.

[Netzgeist]

@Omar: Ok, try just to be invisible to them. The last thing we want is an alarm ringing and the smell of fried grey matter. Look, I will be occupied creating a backdoor for the next minutes, and then I will look and probably change some nice things in their logistic data and contracts; believe me, I'm good in coming up with new words to old data. Maintain me informed of anything that I may miss; I will do likewise.

Fractal's avatar (something that can be best described as a condor skeleton of obsidian with silver pipes replacing its wings, as represented by  a German expressionist painter) was something too bizarre to stay hidden; but in the node, it was background, and until now, his Stealth software have made it confound well with the general sculpting. The condor-thing open it's "wings" and with one claw scratch and opening into the node's fabric: a surgical cut, an admin account. After that, he starts making a "nest" enveloping the new account, hiding it in such a way that an inspecting would not found a new door to the node.

[Sichr]

OK. Dont worry, I`m invisible, at least I hope, I run the best Stealth I can. Ill wait, watcch your back, When you are done, I should plant bombs and GTFO. Im still looking for peripherals...

[Netzgeist]

After hiding the account, Fractal admired his work for a few nanoseconds. Then he disconnected from the node; he spent too much time in this beggar's clothes. Now he wanted to wear a royal one, his beautiful just crafted admin privilege account.

With digital speed he called the node and gave his new login and password: lpirandello was his new name, and he gave the system the key puesto33. The node opened up his doors for his triumphal, yet quiet, entering.

Again in RMD node. Nothing seems to have changed. At least, he hopes so.

@Omar: I'm at the node again. If you can just wait a little longer, I may open a door for you to use. Just wait a little more.

Another backdoor was important. Aside him and the driver, the group counted with a techie. As far as Fractal was concerned, these guys were far more capable than he was at the Matrix. So it was important to allow him access during the infiltration. Also was important to show him that the elf was a grown man when we were talking about the Net. Working as a Face, Fractal new he needed the group to value him.

The regal skeleton bird raised another claw, and with another precise movement, created slashed across the sculpting again. A security account this time. Not as impressive, but it was enough. After ten minutes of working on turning it hidden, the changeling called the driver.

@Omar: The door is opened, omae. I am not that confortable at being the doorman; I'm making so much holes in this nodes I am almost turning it into a piece swiss cheese. Log with the username SEmmental, passcode 20stolen51pants. The account is a hidden one, but for precaution I will be deleting all the records log after our work.

[Sentinemodo]

Once you got your accounts hacked you left unnoticed and started planning. 
It is 5:00 am now. Cursor wakes up. Calico is back. The dawn approaches.

[Chrona]

Cursor chows down on a breakfast bar

"Right what'd I miss? In summary"

[Kouryuu]

Cursor chows down on a breakfast bar

"Right what'd I miss? In summary"

Not much really.
we still debating how we want to do this, but there is just no enough information.
Pubsec Response - 5 min, could not detect the comline, what is a big prob for my plan at the moment. Going in guns blazing is not my style anyhow.

[JDA]

Riker also arrises and grabs some breakfast. "I appreciate a good plan, but we can plan all week and blow the job. But hey we had a plan. Guys it's time to crap or get off the pot. I can offer magical assistance on whatever we do" his voice shows that it's time for some action.

[Sentinemodo]

Finialy decide upon something, you've sent out you feelers immediately, and wandered a little over the local turfs to find somebody looking for the thrill. This early in the morning however the nocturnal creatures of the street have already retired, and the remaining ones were to weak to consider them anything then cadaver eaters or a newsbringers at most.

Going against RMD or ultimately (or quite possibly) against PuebSec required somebody with greater cojones. Your choice was the Zombies. Drab grey clothes, heroin chic look, all muscles and (surprisingly) shotguns in addition to standard chains, clubs and light firearms. The perfect match for your needs.

Their boss is an Orc called Romero. You managed to setup a meeting in a bar in a Graveyard bar around noon.

[Kouryuu]

Their boss is an Orc called Romero. You managed to setup a meeting in a bar in a Graveyard bar around noon.

As it is still early hours ant them meet is almost half a day away Sam decided to go to bed for a few hours, to get his fill, what is not a lot considering his sleep regulator, but still, if something goes Banana, then better be prepared to stay awake as long as possible.

"Will catch some shuteye while we still can. And Omar, if you decide to stay awake a bit longer would you check on PubSec's Coms, its a long shot, i know, but we still might get lucky, as they might never suspect someone pull such a thing on them. See you in 4."

[Sichr]

Ok Ill do that. Ask those gangers to stay somewhere on the road from PuebSec to RMD when the show begins and distract any passing PuebSec units when the time comes, that is all we need. Im going to chect closest PuebSec station, well I think that I wont be able to Jam whole Denver and PuebSec is more likely to have more ears in the aether than just one receiver...

[Netzgeist]

After so much working at the 'trix, and reluctant to the idea of calling gangers now ("This is work for us professionals, you know? Bringing this happy-triggers bullies now will accomplish us nothing... But that's just my 0.2¥, anyway." ), Fractal is eager to take a nap. Not a lot accomplished for the day, and so far as he seems is, they are still on the dark.

He feels like an alienated employee. Almost no beauty in the work lately.

Just before shutting his eyes, the artist send Quase-Nada a second message, asking him if he could fetch him some more items: his new market list includes a Micro-Tapper Bug, a Gas Mask and some doses of Trance, in addition to the already in the "market-list" spoof chips and morphing plate.

Message sent, Fractal let himself sleeo the sleep of the (not so) justs.

[Sentinemodo]

As the discussion followed Omar's commlink chirped slightly. The dog brain of the recon drone reported unusual movement around the facility. Omar switched the visual feed into his AR and observed how at 9:12 AM an eighteenwheeler bearing the marks of WTF Extruding arrived. The guard came out from within the facility to open the northern gate. The truck parked with the end near the loading doors in the building A and the drivers seat facing building C.

Meanwhile the driver in the escort of a guard went into the building D. Left several minutes later into the building B. He spend there 30 minutes. During the time the RMD employees probably finished the unload.  Because the driver got back onto his seat and headed out of the facility to the south. Several minutes later small vehicles began driving off the building A each of them carrying  massive rolls of metalic wires toward the building C.