Ulrich Leland. Location: On job
I'll sit inside the van for now. Can't do anything before guards and security is handled.
Be prepared to turn on Brute Force Null program if alarm is activated and Skylar cannot handle it.
In person (Hammerspace) | Backpack | On ship (locker) |
- Janitor jumpsuit
- Gloves
- Ski-mask
- Cameye goggles
- Bulletproof vest
- Few connector cables
- Laptop
- Concealed pistol
- Backpack
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Start The Q'baja Job
No time like the present.
Take the van to someplace inconspicuous, but still close enough I can see into the bank with cam-eyes, preferably park on the non-camera side of the bank. Scan with cam-eyes to look for the guard in the surveillance room. Take a bit to charge a dynamic bonus for cooking his brain with my amp.
The team piles into the van, two up front, the rest sit with the gear in back. The van pulls out of the warehouse in silence and drives through nearly deserted streets towards its goal. In the back, Ulrich double checks the equipment, cleans pistols, and makes some minor adjustments to the laser cradle. Michael sits in the corner and fusses with his mask. D'usse rocks and fidgets in the passenger seat, looking back over the maps and seemingly swaying to the beat of a song no one else can hear. Thaddeus drives, doing his best to look as inconspicuous as humanly possible.
Thaddeus drives past the street the bank is on and turns on the one a block behind it. He pulls on the cam eye goggles and squints, looking through the buildings between himself and the bank, trying to identify which wandering heat signature is the right guard. He focuses in on one particular signature. He's pretty sure that it's the right target, but not positive.
"Sky, I hope you have a plan to dispose of that monster you created." Milno remarks offhandedly without using the comms as he bites down on the cigarette's filter and stares at the building across the street. "A thing done right is better than doing it quick and sloppy." he says over the mike to remind the team doing things right - like last mission - takes priority over raw speed. The sexual connotation is probably there by accident.
Continue keeping an eye (just checking in so I don't fall off the face of the Earth).
You lean on the railing of the balcony and pretend to scan the horizon. In reality, you're watching the lone pair of headlights wander down the street on your right. You toe the rifle, reassuring yourself that it's in the proper position.