Day 5 - 09:11 (Incrementing the Mission)
Xavier Omon addresses the neighbor. "You, sir, are now in direct violation of attorney-client confidentiality, an offense punishable by a multi-million dollar fines and a jail sentence not to exceed two thousand, nine hundred and twenty days in federal prison! However, since I am in quite a hurry I will drop these charges in exchange for the loan of your car, said vehicle being returned to your premises after a period of time not to exceed fourteen hours." Or in other words, bluff him for his wheels.
"You aren't serious, are you?"
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The neighbour's car is one of those new Ferrari sport cars thingy. If the GM knew more about cars he could tell you more about the specifications, but he can't. Rest assured that it's faster than it looks, and has enough grip and handling to turn on a dime at high speeds. Of course the Gs from that turn would kill you, but nobody cares about that.
Head towards and through the front door, following other suits, doing as good a job to blend in as possible. Look to blag as close access to the mark as possible - there was no doubt a hierarchy amonts the "suits" which could be manipulated.
After creating several new words to describe your plans, you head into the office to scout out a good position to kill the target.
The lobby of the office is pretty much empty, with only some caterers setting up a bar, and some early office workers looking ruffled and grumpy. As you enter the lobby, the secretary looks up.
"You're a bit early for Mr. Simpson," she says, "the bar isn't even set up yet."
Assuring her that it would not be a problem, you start looking around for a nice spot to stand.
"Well, suit yourself. What did you say your name was?"
Locate the factory, but remain at a reasonably safe distance. Scope out the cars in the parking lot, as well as any nearby guards.
After locating the factory exactly where the report said it was, you being scouting out the place. The parking lot is pretty much full of cars, since the factory has been open for about an hour now. Alexander glimpses five patrols of guards through the fence around the factory. They don't seem to be patrol along the streets, but then again the factory frontage is well covered by security cameras.
John Evly frantically thinks Oh crap oh crap I just want to live my life I just want to live my life, practically screaming it in his head, scrubbing the tough spot with newfound vigor.
Since the GM doesn't want Ujarak Simpson to die so early in the mission, you focus intensely on cleaning the stains. With your efforts you manage to get a stubborn wad of gum off the carpet (along with a large chunk of the carpet) as Simpson hurries past. With the coast clear, you can finally relax,
thus inadvertently killing several people and nothing goes wrong what-so-ever.
Feeling proud about your lawful employment/self-control/lawfulness, you head back to a janitor's closest for some more cleaning supplies, since you've accidentally spilled all of yours while Simpson was nearby. There you bump into one of your fellow janitors.
"Hey... John, right? You're new here, so it's your turn to get the donuts for lunch. And don't think of getting those fried crap rings from the airport mall either. Us janitors prefer Wilco Donuts, and the closest one is across town. I'd get moving if I were you."
MAN UP
Ignoring the pain, get inside and into an ambush position in the warehouse, making sure to to leave any evidence that I went that way. If the pain is so overwhelming that I can't move, be so manly that my pituitary gland makes more adrenaline and other chemicals to compensate.
On the radio:
"I hope you're not having any more trouble getting in than I am, man. I'm not out, but I may be delayed a few minutes if I don't move fast enough to get out of talking my way out of a... situation. It'll be no trouble either way, just a possible delay. OW MY FOOT!"
Manning up, you start to run towards the warehouse. Mind you, when I said that three PSC guards where attracted to your position, I actually meant that three PSC guards were within shooting range. Luckily they aren't mercenaries for hire, and thus yell at you to stop or they'll shoot, yadda, yadda.
If you're curious, the warehouse is still several combat rounds full of pain away. Just so you know.
Where are they looking? Is there a chance I can get on the boat without them noticing? If so, apply mental powers to make them consider... that direction, whatever, especially interesting, and any and all non-that-direction noises not so much, and sneak on to that boat! Especially if there's some place obvious to relax on it where I won't be noticed ... uh, maybe a more detailed description of the boat?
Jessica, using her amazing mind powers, directs the attentions of the guards away from the boat.
Psi: -5Feeling mighty clever about herself, Jessica sneaks onto the boat (which is one of those cheap aluminum types that always feature in boat chases). The number of hiding spaces on the boat is equal to one, namely a piece of tarp stretched over the back of the boat to (rather poorly) conceal a mounted machine-gun. Since she's not a chameleon and can't blend into one of the six fake-leather seats, Jessica quickly scrambles underneath the tarp.
She's not the only one to have that idea, however. One of the guards had decided to take a nap while Jessica wasn't looking, and he isn't too pleased about being woken up with a shoe to the head. In the couple seconds of confusion, he rips the tarp off the boat, exposing Jessica to the now attentive guards.
Action: Time go protect my VIP against dastardly assassins.
You may have gotten this uniform for twenty bucks and a kind word, but that doesn't mean that you can't live up to it's meaning! Or message. Or symbol. Or something.
Of course any feelings of duty are immediately swept away when you realize that Ujarak Simpson hasn't arrived yet, and is probably stuck in a traffic-jam somewhere downtown. Geez, if the guy wanted all this protection he could be more punctual. Or early.
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