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[Pancaek]

Today is June 10th, 2084. The small airport somewhere between Johannesburg and the vast slums of Upington is rather calm today. Two men dressed in black sit near the back wall, one wearing a trench coat and the other wearing sunglasses. Opposite from them is another man wearing a business suit and a guy dressed as a hobo. Occupying the corner sofa is a young man with his laptop. None of them have noticed yet, but one of the security cameras is currently behaving rather eratically, scanning each of them as if it was curious about its surroundings. A few other people, who are far less interesting, are milling about the lobby, waiting for their flights to arrive.

The heat is really something else today. The sun is at high noon, and the air conditioning seems to be broken in the building. Though, in a dump like this there might never have been any air condition in the first place. The robotic secretary at the check in desk grabs the microphone and speaks over the P.A. System. First in Afrikaans, then in English.

"Die vlug van 12 uur het ongeveer 'n uur vertraging. The 12 'o clock flight will be about an hour late.”

Well, looks like the shipment of weapons won't be arriving just yet.

[Salsacookies]

"Well, how do we expect to get shit done when shit ain't here? Without my shit I'm shit outta luck!"

[Stirk]

Ken sighs, leaning back. "Even today, we still can't get the trains to run on time. Oh well, 'be like water' as I always say. Flexibility is invaluable."

An hour delay-annoying, but not particularly dangerous or costly. If anything, I should have expected it in the first place.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

((YEP IT'S ME!))

Hmmmm intriguing these peasentry are quite superb only making my glorious protection of them more heroic excellsior!!!!
That camera is wigging out like a seizuring hobo.

[Pancaek]

((The camera is me correct?))

((yes))

[Salsacookies]

"Keep your shit togetha, alright? Da camera's goin' hella crazy."

[Hawk132]

"While flexibility is invaluable, it's still annoying. We've been waiting for a while and these chairs are crap."

Ryker then gives a sharp look towards the camera. "Chairs are crap, air conditioning is broken, and now the camera's going to shit. We should've used a different airport."

[AbstractTraitorHero]

The camera stops dead in its tracks and fixates on you it's honestly rather creepy.
try and hack the intercoms.

[Stirk]

"While flexibility is invaluable, it's still annoying. We've been waiting for a while and these chairs are crap."

Ryker then gives a sharp look towards the camera. "Chairs are crap, air conditioning is broken, and now the camera's going to shit. We should've used a different airport."

"I know time is money, but money is also money you know? Cheap is cheap, and we don't have to get on the plane ourselves anyway."

Besides, nice airports are harder to smuggle from. Better security, more costumers, more difficult contacts to pull off the job. This place has hobos in the waiting room and cameras about as reliable as a politician's promise. Its location is nice too. Worth a little wait.

The camera stops dead in its tracks and fixates on you it's honestly rather creepy.
try and hack the intercoms.

((Which one of us?))

[AbstractTraitorHero]

((The one who said the camera's going to shit))

[Salsacookies]

I quietly whisper in my impersonation of the average South African Presidential Janitor while I wait for my weapons

[Pancaek]

try and hack the intercoms.

[3] without even so much as a static hiss or a crackle, you have infiltrated the intercom system.

I quietly whisper in my impersonation of the average South African Presidential Janitor while I wait for my weapons

You do exactly that, and it creeps everyone out. A guy wearing a hawaiian shirt who was standing near the window turns around. The two of you briefly make eye contact, startling him, and he hurries over to the bathrooms.


Meanwhile, three people enter the lobby. A man wearing a hoodie with large headphones, blasting what sounds like metal on way too high volume. After him comes a large, musclurlar black man with a prostethic arm and bionic eyes. The arm is one of those cheap chinese ones, just plain metal without even trying to put some synthskin over it. His eyes are replaced by a similarly cheap sensor bar, like a metal brick jammed into his face. Behind them is a sleazy looking white african guy who is on the phone. As they pass the reception, the robotic receptionist greets them, but the black guy just flips her the bird. They go stand near the window on the opposite side of the lobby. The guy on the phone is being quite loud.

"Ja man, die vliegtuig is vertraag. Dit sal langer vat voor ons die shit het."

[Hawk132]

"I know time is money, but money is also money you know? Cheap is cheap, and we don't have to get on the plane ourselves anyway."

"Guess that's true. You're my boss. If you need me to wait, I'll wait. Paycheck's still the same, whether I shoot someone or sit on my ass."

After the trio enter the lobby, Ryker goes back to scanning the room for danger. That's why he's here, after all.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

The speakers for the intercom blare to life and in a voice that sounds like bryce papenbrook.
GOOD EVENING EVERYONE!!!

[Salsacookies]

My eye's widen and I go pale like a ghost.

"Those ain't my friends. My boss doesn't send three more guys after the first. They're third party, dammit."