"Here's the deal, guys," Fractal raises from his seat and starts explaining how he sees the situation, "we have to invade the facility tonight, and the first step there is to amputee its alarm system. Then, we must tap their wired system so that our hackers and techies can gain access to it, making a bridge through it so that we can implant false information, tamper with the system and steal valuable data. Then, if it's possible, and having a demolitions expert on the team makes me think it is, we need to make damage to the machinery and assembly line so as to halt production, and maybe steal some equipment to complement our paycheck. Last but not least in this moment, we need to leave the area."
The changeling elf stands in front of a mirrored surface and adjust his bandana.
"The limitations are as follow: we are not allowed to produce any casualty, we should avoid damage to the building and the area. Maybe not that difficult. The real problems are that we don't know where the security console is (though Sam here has a decent, rational guess), and even finding it is no guarantee that we may disable it. We have found what we believe is the assembly programming console on our last 'trix pick nick, but we could not access it since it was encrypted and booby-trapped. We would do well expecting to find the same security measure in all their important programs."
Satisfied with his looks, Fractal turns to the crew again: "Is there any beer left? I really could use some..."
He takes off his glasses, showing his silver eyes for the first time. The light of the room create an effect of chromatic aberration in their surfaces that produce fractal-like figures. Cleaning his glasses lens, the elf comments: "But there's our friend Erik Fjordson, Rocky Mountain Dynamics facility general manager. His position is a safe indicative that he may have the passcodes we shall need, and his voice and speech pattern is something I could use to fool the guards in our benefit. The gathered info we have on him limits itself to his position at RMD (and the fact that he's been doing it for two years), his home address (335 Marion in the Littleton district of PCC sector), his likening to order Stuffer Shack's meals to eat at home, the fact he does not have bodyguards accompanying him (as far as Omar eye-drone can tell), and that he is a former Detroit Ares managing engineer. Not a lot, but it's usefull things."
"My thoughts. We may intercept the man when he exits the facility today. I may arrange a meeting at him as a secret envoy by Nissan, to discuss some corporate business. I may hint that Nissan wants to make a stronger publicity for the drones, and RMD was selected to become news headlines as the place that was saved of a real threat of professional arsonists by the combined efforts of the Doberman drones and the local security. In this way, I may ask him some questions about the facility security areas so as not to let my "actors" do nothing wrong... And for the deal not to leak, the real security should not know about it."
"Have you thought about it? If by some way some tampering be discovered, Erik would think he was set by Nissan itself! Of course, we could always go by a more safe and direct approach, kidnapping the guy and extracting all the info we want, then making him forget everything. But the subtlety of this idea delighted my thoughts. Well, I want to hear you guys... Do you think it's possible, or I just went crazier?"
