| From: | Mrstallboy@***.com Mrstallboy@***.com |
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| Subject: | Job available/job accomplished |
| Date: | Mon, 3 Jul 2000 19:51:37 EDT |
>>>>>[Here is the feed from the job the on Friday night. Please accept my
apologies, I did not mean to take this long to get back to you. The feed
comes from a bird's perspective.
+++++begin feed:
The scene is in color. The time is 01:30:00. Overcast night. All is quiet,
the usual security is out, and as usual, unsuspecting of what is to come.
Two wolves do a perimiter sweep of the area. Two guards in front and two
around back. What gets there attention, is a Yellow Jacket flying overhead
and close to their building. The two guards in front go around to back to
help investigate.
The two wolves go in the front gate and do another sweep. Meanwhile, Whisper
(our mage/elven), Silverfox (Adept/Street Sam/human Seminole),
16-bit(decker/dwarf), Crazy Eight(Street Sam/human), and myself, head toward
the front door. We were dressed in dark clothing and face paint. My wolves
confirm that there is no one in the front interior of the building to see us
come in. Silverfox slips a mag lock key in the door and gets us in. My
wolves follow me to the nearest junction box outside and and stand vigil
while I hard-wire myself to the building.
Doing battle with the rigger in the machine proved to be a little more than
expected, but I managed to knock him out for a while and disable the alarm
system. After having done that, I went inside. My wolves went to create
another diversion of sorts.
By this time, Silverfox had put the guards inside to sleep. Blowguns are a
blessing when quiet is the key. 16-bit had liberated the floor plans to the
plans so we knew where to go for the intel on the Adrenal pump.
When we got to the room, we found it guarded by two of the locals. Two well
placed darts sent them into lala land. Whisper put a silence Spell on the
door. I slipped my key in the lock this time and openned it slowly.
The decker was about to hit the panic button when Crazy Eight hit him over
the head with his Browning. 16-bit sat down and downloaded the intel. By
the time we wound ourselves back outside my wolves had driven the guards
away, but not without me having to fix them up afterword.
+++++end feed
+++++include intel
If you ever need my services again, let me know.]<<<<<
--Ravenwing <19:48:00/07-03-61>
Ours is a world of shadow. Ever in darkness, looking for the light.
Ravenwing 6-28-61
