<@Sisip> Cobalt was one of those places that had technology that would astound even Government think-geeks, all thanks to the brilliant minds and techs that lived and worked in this Academy. It was no surprise then that everyone's phone went off at the exact same time, regardless of whether or not it was turned off or on vibrate. "Assemble - SIM Chamber 3" In the hallways of the Academy specially designed panels lit up with a large X.
`Roc gives Lonnie a bit of a look that suggests Lonnie could accidentally catch on fire by accident but it would be fire.... It's only a look. His gaze returns to Liam. "JJ and I both got jumped. Bunch of guys and their dads, I guess."
<@Marlo> Impact tapped the side of his helmet, acknowledging the message. With a turn to his new trainees, he hitches his head to the Rec Center, "That's our cue. Time to see what we got." Impact turned to Liam and thumbed to the Rec Center, " You in? Might be fun?"
`Roc nods, walking with the others. He's not in uniform, actually, but then again, he's planning to fly, and feathers have their own disguising effect
<@Marlo> Lonnie clapped his hands and gave an excited whoop. He slipped the goggles back down over his eyes and immediately heads to the Sims. " Bout time!! Cmon let's do this!!"
<@Sisip> When people came through the Sim door they would find Sisip, in her XTeam catsuit with the embroidered medicine-wheels on her shoulders, standing in what was a replica of the team's ready-room. Greys, blues, blacks, those were the only colours. Large screens were hung on the wall behind her, computer terminals blinking information in a steady stream in front of them. She was standing behind an average looking steel table upon which were booklets of information, all of them containing the same material.
<@Marlo> Impact heads into the chamber. After a nod to Skieweaver, he heads to a seat. Though his Slammer Gauntlets as he called them seemed unwieldy, he could still articulate. JJ was a genius, after all. He settled in, reaching for a booklet. "Evening, Boss." He looked over his shoulder, noting who would be coming in next.
<@Marlo> Atlas arrived next, still picking at his uniform. It felt like he had a full body wedgie. He hopped a few steps, trying to dig a length out of his backside, "Ugh...these will NOT look good on Insta."
`Roc keeps back, to let Liam go next. "Hey, Impact, should I change now or later?"
* +LiamKrossa He'd step into the sim chamber, feeling very, very underdressed. After all, he was in his usual outfit, workout pants and one of his custom t-shirts. He'd step to the table, looking to see what the booklets were about. "So uhh- feel I don't know something." He'd look up Sisip brow more than a little raised.
<@Sisip> She doesn't say anything, her dark eyes watching everyone come in and stand in the group. If they wanted to work as a team they were going to get treated like a team, and they were going to be judged harshly. Sisip knew better than most what was at stake when a team failed to work together. When a team -refused- to work as a team. Not every mission was a success, not everybody always came home, and that was because of a poorly practiced team.
<+Remulon> Seven popped silently into view, her arms crossed tightly beneath her chest, head tilted to one side. She pushed off of the sim wall and quietly observed those who entered, pushing her thick black glasses up onto her face and meandering towards the center of the room. Opting out of the uniform, largely because she was hesitant in how much of herself she was willing--no, able to give anymore, she rolled up the sleeves of her sweatshirt and placed her hands on her hips.
@JJ> his arm was still sore, but it had much improved and recovered. JJ showed up in his Tron suit which looked sort of like the getup the programs wore in the movie he got his name from. Full body, full helmet. And everywhere tiny leds. One of JJ's favorite tricks was of course to make emojis appear on the front of his helmet since one couldn't see his face. But right now there was a simple design of cobalt blue outlining the suit in narrow stripes. He walked up to the Sim.
<Devilpants> Caitrin -- rather, Valkyrie, who didn't care that the name was already taken in Marvel -- showed up in full uniform, complete with stylish mask. She wanted to eventually upgrade to a full helmet, but was still working on a design that included the little winged headdress that pop culture demanded valkyries have. "Heyyyy, what's happenin'?" She seemed to be in a much better mood than the past few days, ever since she made an ass of herself at the protest.
<@Marlo> Impact turned to Roc first to answer him, "Go ahead. You brought your com, right?" He looks around and motions to the chairs at the table, "Have a seat everyone. Let's get this started." In his glance about, he spotted Seven. Though the faceless helmet prevented her from seeing it, he was smiling at her, "Hey, Whisper."
<@Sisip> "Good evening, everyone," Skieweaver raised her voice over the din of the small crowd and clicked a device in her hand and images of Crowley's Row appeared on the screen, "This afternoon a virus was stolen from XCorp Labs. This man, Adrian Chavana, is a multiplier. He overwhelmed their security and escaped. The virus, a genetically engineered recombinant virus made from the nuclear polyhedrosis virus, the rhinovirus, and smallpox, is a fast acting and devistating bit of biolgical warfare." The man picutred is a heavier set, tall fellow, with dark facial hair that needed a comb run through it. "Chavana is never without his trusted friend and long time companion, Gloria Martinez." The picture appears next to Chavana's. She is also a heavier set person, gorgeous, with long hair and dark eyes. "She creates pheromones, and drawing people to her, can get them to do whatever she wishes.. just because they want to please her."
<Devilpants> Valkyrie raised her hand. "Do the pheremones need to be inhaled, or are they absorbed through the skin?"
<@Marlo> Impact watched the briefing, taking mental notes. A multiplier would be tough to deal with if they were unlimited. "Thinking the same thing, Valkyrie. What do we have on Chavana's limits?"
<@JJ> "Good evening, Mrs Skieweaver," JJ droned liek the smart-alec he was. Though he'd never had the actual growing up classroom experience to have ever had a grade school teacher. So... like many things, the excellerated growth mutant was making up for lost time. "So two bio-agents. The virus and little miss pheromones. Good thing masks I make have a filter, and hopefully it can't get through clothes..."
<@Marlo> Atlas seemed like paying attention was the ladt thing he wanted to do. The descriptions of the villains did get his attention though. "Uh...i don't have a mask over my face...should i?"
<+Remulon> Still, it didn't mean she didn't want to help -- it was Whisper's curse. That was why she was always ready to take a comm unit and leap in to do some perceivably-awful stuff while risking her life. Wrinkling her nose, she glanced Impact's way, offering a cordial tip of her head, to be professional. Skieweaver quickly gained her attention, and she went wide-eyed at the descriptions of the... well, terrorists. One of them had the power of influence, and that was dangerous. After Valkyrie posed her question, the albino mutant raised her own hand, waiting patiently before asking simply. "Would the woman keep additional bodyguards? Ones that she doesn't need to pay? Effective ones?"
* `Roc disappears out the back of the room now. When he comes back -- really, not at all long after, it's in his bird shape.
<@Sisip> She lets them look at the photos for a moment or so before she picks up the packets. "Chavana was counted at 15 on camera. We assume he can generate more, but that number is presently unknown. Martinez's pheromones are inhaled, so do not offer to help the lady check her breath. The pair was last seen in Crowley's Row. I am sure I do not need to, but I am going to STRESS the danger that lurks in this area. It is a safe haven for mutants, magicians and visitors. If any are under her adoring sweet breath this may become a little stickier. As far as we're aware they don't have any paid bodyguards. I'm certain they are all 'friends' of Martinez. You will find Chavana and Martinez, you will incapacitate them, secure the virus, and return them all to Cobalt. You will have no weapons, you will only have you, your abilities, and your teammates to accomplish this." She hands the packets out to those who hadn't already grabbed theirs, there's a little bit more data, but not much. She levels her eyes on Marlo, "Impact, I will remain on base to handle communication." She gives him a nod, "The team is yours." She does not wish them luck. This is skill, not luck. She exits the room, leaving the group to figure out what to do next. What do you do, hotshots.. what do you do?!?
Valkyrie nodded when her question was answered, then skimmed over the info in the packet. She then moved to JJ. "You think regular surgical masks would do the trick to keep her pheremones away? I hope they're decently visible mid-air..."
* +LiamKrossa Gives everyone that look, the one he wore so often since his arrival at cobalt. The 'what the absolute fuck is going on here, this makes no sense.' look. Everyone had new names now? The whole colour coordinated costume thing? Breathable bioagents, viruses. Couldn't they fight the guy with the terrible green cloak again? "So- gas masks? Do they block this stuff?" Yep, underdressed entirely unprepared mutant was.. entirely unequipped for this. He was just planning to play xbox.
<@Marlo> This was what he'd been waiting for. A chance to test himself as the leader. He stands up, looking over those assembled, " Okay, team here's my take. Roc, Tron...You're with Whisper. Stealth Recon. Whisper and Liam are gonna need a mask to filter out the pheramones. Your goal will be to locate Chavana and Martinez. We need constant eyes and communication. Valkyrie, Atlas and uh..Liam..you're with me. Martinez needs to go down first. Her power is a wild card. Thoughts? " look at Marlo. Strategy.
<@JJ> "Fif... Fifteen? Woah. Are they autonomous? Does he control them? Can we get him to disagree with himself? Convince one of the dupes that they die when he dismisses them? That what if THEY were the original? How does he dupe? On impact? At will? If they die does he feel it? Not that I wanna kill... But if it's a dupe and not really real, that makes it expendable, right?" After this barrage of confusing questions, Tron would turn to Valkyrie, "I think so, those things are supposed to keep stuff out!" Then he turned to Impact and saluted, "Sir, yes Sir!"
<@Marlo> Atlas looked over at Liam and thumbed, "Hey, if we've gotta use codenames, What's his? Gargoyle? Kid Hideous?"
<@Sisip> Sisip makes her way up to the control booth and settles in, cracking her knuckles before she wiggles her fingers. The first thing she does is drop the safety level. A well trained eye would see three amber lights flash twice before going dark. Safeties were still on, but this was going to hurt. A door opens to the outside, a blast of cold filling the room as the BlueMan steps in. He's dressed as he always is, in black pants, a black shirt, and black tie. He stands there, silent as ever, waiting.
<Devilpants> "Well, then... since this is a sim..." She looks up, then back at where she assumes the control room is. "Can someone in the control room drop us a box of surgical masks? I know for a fact we have a bunch in the infirmary, and normally I'd just run down there and get them myself." *Valkyrie does
<+Remulon> There were... a lot of variables there. Whisper considered them as she grabbed a folder and scanned it over, chewing at her bottom lip. They had to subdue someone who could be someones and a person who could essentially create a hivemind. Two halves of a powerful whole. She looked around slowly and gave a silent thumbs-up. Looks like she had chosen the, uh--whichever pill Neo took, she didn't really watch The Matrix.
* +LiamKrossa Rolls his eyes pretty hard, he'd heard far, far worse. He'd been going to school in detroit for gods sake. "Is there even a point in me having a codename? I think everyone can see exactly who I am from a mile away." He was already not a fan of atlas. "Wait, we can ask for stuff?" He'd flip through the booklet a bit, maybe he'd be best off fighting mr more than one.
<Devilpants> "I dunno if we can ask for stuff, that's why I'm asking." Valkyrie gives Liam a shrug.
<@Marlo> "Stow that, Valkyrie." Impact knew Skieweaver. He'd served under her. This was yheir mission. A proving ground, "We don't ask for anything. And we will act as if this is real world. Is that clear. Tron. Get us equipped. Take who you need. We're out in 10" he'd turn to Whisper, giving her a slow nod. This wasn't the time to have a moment. He sometimes wished he hadn't stayed with the faceless helmet. Liam hot a response, "It's tradition. Even Ashlynne has a codename...I think."
<@JJ> "May I, Skieweaver?" But it was Impact who answered. Tron nodded and made a box appear with the masks. "I'm not gonna do that for everything, mind you. That would be cheating, and it wouldn't be fair to me to be the only dampened person in here." JJ always had this issue with Simulators. As a technopath he could tweak things in his favor, but nope! He was hoofing it, except where his powers would come in, in a real world application. "It's gear up time." Tron took requests and conjured up the normal team goodies.
* `Roc spreads his wings a couple of times and watches the others in wordless silence. Patiently waiting for now, until they're ready to go.
<@Sisip> Impacts com unit wakes up, Skieweavers voice coming through, "Time is of the essence, Impact. If that virus gets out millions of people along the Eastern Seaboard will die." No masks are generated by Control. It is just the team, standing in a room. BlueMan stares at the group, shrugging just a bit, motioning curiously towards the door. He didn't say anything.. he never did. Imapact would hear Skieweaver again, "He who hesitates... allows everyone to die." She knew they had to prepare, but this was still a mission.
<Devilpants> "...oh. Okay then. Let's, uh..." Valkyrie looked around, then at Impact, and mumbles. "Let's... get a move on..." She pursed her lips and crossed her arms, waiting for Impact to actually give the order to move out. She still wasn't taking this as anything other than a simulation, despite what Impact and Sisip said.
<@Marlo> "Shit. Everyone in the van. Fliers take off and stay close." Tron was too used to using his powers for everything. He didn't think to actually go out to look in the real world. He heads over and slides ooen the door, "MOVE MOVE MOVE."
<Devilpants> Already being at high charge, Valkyrie just hops in and buckles up so we can get moving already!
<@Marlo> Atlas jumped for the van, "I call Door Seat!!" He looks over at Valkyrie, chuckling like a kid. Because that's what he was. A kid. "This shit's so swag." Or another new wotd for cool sue me im 40 this year
<+Remulon> "Unless someone else would prefer to do it, I volunteer for the... grab part of the smash and grab." Red eyes glanced about as she spoke, rather sheepishly. "I... have done that sort of thing... once or twice, before." By the time Whisper finished speaking, she was practically mumbling, quickly blinking her way to the van, buckling up and declaring. "Don't forget your seatbelts, everybody!"
* +LiamKrossa He had wings, but a flier he was not. So.. into the van. He hated cars, wings and seats weren't a good match. He'd have to shove himself sideways, cramming in while making himself as small as he could. "Tradition? Maybe- you know what, how about I choose one after the whole prevent virtual eastern seabord from dying thing?" He had no idea what he was doing, untrained, untested, unprepared. Maybe someone would point him in the right direction in all this?
* `Roc takes off into the air, but keeping close. Really glad he wasn't riding in the van
<@Sisip> BlueMan gets into the van, buckling up, because indeed - safety first! Once everyone was on board he, with all the skill in the world, peeled off into the night. The van was masterfully handled, because Blue was just that good! They go through town and finally end up down a back alley, two blocks away from Crowley's Row. The lights and sounds of a bustling night-market could be heard. The place was 24/7, catering to everyone under the sky. Nobody was turned away on the Row!
<@JJ> Yup, Tron 100% relied on his powers for everything. Especially in this day and age of smart devices. JJ was a Smart Mutant in a manner of speaking. Once everyone was geared up - Skieweaver wasn't providing goodies, but JJ was and only that one gear up. They were on their own now. JJ hopped inside and buckled up, not feeling like getting another limb replaced.
<@Sisip> The doors are unlocked and Blue tilts the mirror, watching them in the back.
<Devilpants> Valkyrie glances expectantly at Impact, awaiting orders.
<@Marlo> "Agreed, Whisper. I wouldn't trust anyone else. " There was affection in his voice, even through the modulation. He took shotgun. The big boy seat, "Liam, just stick close. Do what I tell you. You're going to be fine." He snapped his belt buckle...then unsnapped it as they got out. "Fast ride..Okay, Com check. Mask check. Tron, Roc give me a perimeter. Security cameras. Anything. Everyone else, rooftops. Stay close, keep atleast one team member in sight at all times." With that, Impact moved to the nearest alley to parkour his way to the nearest roof. "Yoy yo Atlas on the mic!" The flashy young mutant said seconds before reducing his weight and simply jumping onto the roof.
<@JJ> Security cams. The fake security cameras of the fake buildings. NOT the real sim one. If anything Sims were harder for him to concentrate on. Everything glowed to techie-vision. He had to tune out 90% of the room. "Have to filter out a lot of noise... but I have the right feeds!"
<+Remulon> Silly Marlo. Never trust a thief. During the ride, Whisper slipped out of view, though the stretched seatbelt indicated that she was still there. A bit of headspace-affirming, invisible meditation during the ride helped ease her vibrating nerves a bit. After listening to Impact's instructions, she nodded (forgetting that it couldn't be seen) before blinking up to the top of a building. Atlas' remark made her eyebrow twitch. "... and please keep the comms clear. It's difficult to concentrate."
* `Roc starts circling, exploring the area closest to the van and then spreading out. He leaves the discussion of cameras to JJ. Isaac focuses on whatever else he can find. He looks for people, for cars, for cops
<@Sisip> JJ would see the usual sights of Crowleys. A bustling crowd of all types, shopping, haggling, children laughing even this late at night. Instead of street lights Crowley's preffered gas, giving the area a softer look. Everything looked normal, except for one particular building. A curio shop, harmless in and of itself, but standing outside of it were about 5 men, doing nothing but staring.. and standing. Not moving, just.. there. In all the hustle and bustle of the place that would seem a bit strange. Roc would see the same, but he would get the scents of spices and cooking foods. There are no police cars. Crowley's Row was strange like that. Similar to Sully's, the Row had their own set of rules. Marlo makes it up to the roof, only kicking one bathroom door open! He and Whisper would see a beautiful night, and pretty much the same thing down below.
* +LiamKrossa Shrugs a bit "I mean yeah we're gonna be fine, it's a sim so we're safe... -ish." He'd step out of the van, stretching a bit glad not to be cooped up. Stay close he says, right before bounding straight for the rooftops.. Damnit. He'd have to prepare himself, hunching down before driving those powerful legs to the ground, sending him up as those wings flare and beat for all they're worth. It would be a slow ascent, but he'd make it onto the roof making sure to land gently enough not to shove his hoof through someone's ceiling this time.
<Devilpants> Valkyrie picks Marlo as her sight-buddy and darts after him, electricity briefing arcing over her body as she activates her charge to handily make a few 10-20 foot vertical jumps to a rooftop. She stays away from the very edge of any given building and stays low, so anyone on the ground nearby would probably only see her head and shoulders.
<@Marlo> Atlas lept ahead a few buildings, his body weighting all of five pounds. When Whisper spoke, he thought about saying something, but looked back at the others and reconsidered. He didn't want to be the reason everyone failed.
<@JJ> spoke over the comms. "There's something fishy about the curio shop. Five unknowns. They're just standing there... staring... motionless."
`Roc reports what he sees through the coms JJ built for him. He also keeps an eye out for any signs of the subjects they're supposed to be finding, the guy or the chick. He keeps the reporting simple and terse.
<+Remulon> 'Where would I go if I had stolen a terrifying virus?' Whisper thought, then shook her head. 'Why would I be stealing a terrifying virus?' To sell to the highest bidder, of course. All hypothetical at this point. She sank to her knees and crawled closer to the edge of the roof, squinting at the group of men down below. First rule of being invisible -- don't act like you're invisible. "Tron's right. That screams 'guard' to me. Impact, may I search for a back door?"
<@Marlo> "Team, move in. Keep low. Do not be detected. Keep your eyes open for others that Martinez might have control of." He'd done this before, run to the edge, jump, roll repeat. Years of training. "Go for it. Take Valkyrie for backup if you need it." Valkyrie didn't realise what kind of trust he was putting in the rookie. "Tron, Do they all look like Chavana?"
<Devilpants> Valkyrie gives Impact thumbs up, then crosses to Whisper's position, hunkering down next to her to match her posture.
<@Sisip> The group of men remain standing still. Upon closer inspection the men could be described thusly: One who had a thick nose ring, the kind bulls wear. He was thick torso'd and thick necked. Average height. One who was a neckbearded fellow in a pancake hat wearing a brown tshirt with a red heart on the front. One who had a "Hello My Name Is: Brad" sticker on his shirt. He had viciously sharp claws and a tail with spikes on the end. Another fellow who had creepy, eyelidless eyes that bulged and a mouth that stretched just a bit too far across his face. The last was a giant. No less than 8 feet tall with muscles on his muscles! He was bald with what could best be described as a .. squidgy face. A quick inspection of the area would show that if there was a back door it was well hidden. Now THAT'S a fire harzard!
<Devilpants> Valkyrie shadowed Whisper as she searched, trying her best to stay close and out of sight. Rather than try stealth of her own, she'd just hide where Whisper hid, one hiding spot behind.
<@JJ> Comm: "Negative, Impact. The Five are different looking, all of them. from each other. If I were a betting man? Mutants, and upping that betting ante - nose ring's probably pretty strong. Like bull. Heart shirt? No idea. Bradley? He has claws. Look out. The other two? Makes me think of a frog, and we got a biggun!"
* +LiamKrossa Glares at Marlo, impact, whatever the hell he was supposed to call the guy in the helmet at the moment. Don't get spotted? After his huge winged arse flew onto a roof to stay close like he asked? The winged mutant was three beacons on a warning klaxon with a few strobe lights for good measure. "Maybe I should just.. stand in an alley? Or in a shop or something?"
[22:1 ] <+Remulon> In order to accomodate Valkyrie, Whisper made sure to slip in and out of invisibility. Since she couldn't find the back door, she ducked into an alley a couple buildings down and shed her stealth completely. "Not...seeing a way in, Impact. With your permission, Valkyrie and I will go in the unconventional way to make sure we have a clear path." If there is no door, just pretend there is one and that it's already open!
<@Sisip> The men continued to stand, staring at nothing really. The crowd around the curio store continues along their ways, business at hand. Anyone close to the building would hear quite well spanish being spoken within. Very thin walls, it was, afterall, only a curio shoppe. They were a dime a dozen in the Row, and were usually thrown up in a day.
<Devilpants> Valkyrie cracks her knuckles. "Whisper, what way you talkin' about? Am I busting a window, a wall, what? Either of those would make a lotta noise and attract a lotta attention..."
<@Marlo> "Do it. Let me know when you have eyes on Martinez. Valkyrie, follow Whisper's lead." One building away, Impact stopped, waiting for the intel. He got an idea, "Tron, gimme eyes through my heads-up. I wanna see the mooks. Liam, stay back just a bit with Atlas. Roc, find a closer perch, but try to keep your distance. " all the while, Marlo was having an absolute panic attack. He had to stop and breathe to get his head right.
<@JJ> Comm: "Sending the info now. Also! Anything else you need me for by the way? Or just sit tight by the car and hack into the cam feeds?" JJ knew he was limited, and especially so in the sims (without cheating) but he was getting the boreds. He wanted to be part of the action!
<@Marlo> The younger mutant looked over at Liam and shrugged, "Guess we're back up? Kinda insulting, huh?"
* `Roc caws quietly as he finds another perch, a little closer, but not so near as to risk attention.
<+Remulon> Off-comm, Whisper balked. "What? No, I--I meant teleportation, I was going to teleport us. Just, um--give me one second, I have to get in first. I'll be right back--unless I'm not." She gave a wide-eyed stare to Valkyrie, but shrugged her concerns off before vanishing. The invisible mutant crossed over toward the target building, making her way toward the side of it and hesitantly sliding her head through the wall to have a look around inside.
<@Marlo> The toughs came into view, and the worry left Marlo. A good fight. He loved a good fight. Tron's question gave him a pause, "Any Closed Circuit cameras in the shoppe?"
<Devilpants> Caitrin felt embarrassed, but only a little, because despite her misunderstanding, she warned Whisper about the noise those options would make. She waited patiently, eyes open, ready to move as soon as the scenery changed *Valkyrie
* +LiamKrossa The big winged mutant would get as low on the roof as he could next to his least favourite person on this team. "Well, what else am I going to be? I think the only person more recognizeable than me is the big metal alien. Even that is questionable. So here I am, on a roof, what are people going to think? I'm up to shady shit of course. Let's just lie low, and maybe they don't need us?"
<@Sisip> "Pinche pendejo! You know we have to get this out of here tonight. Why are we still here?" A heavily accented woman's voice was heard. "Do you think he's going to wait? Uh uh, no he won't! Then you'll be sittin there with your dick in your hand while some big guy eyes you up in the slammer." A male voice responded, "Fuck you, puta, he gon' wait. You think he's gonna leave WITHOUT this shit? We gettin paid too sweet, this shit's worth somethin." Perhaps they didn't know what it was they'd actually stolen? Whisper would see the pair of them standing by a sidecounter filled with ornamental glass pipes. On the top of that counter, between the pair, was a metal box, locked tight, with a green light illuminated. Martinez shook her head, "You an idiot, Adrian. You'd trust anyone if they dropped a penny into yer hand." They continued to talk between themselves, no idea that Whisper was taking a gander. Tron would see that there was no CCTV in the little Shoppe!
<+Remulon> Listening intently, Whisper held her breath. If there was one thing she knew, it was that once they lost the element of surprise, things were more likely to go south. So, backing out of the alley, she quickly returned to Valkyrie's side. "The targets are inside, and they're alone. I know where the virus is. A safe idea may be to...mm... snatch it from under their nose, to secure it and send them reeling in confusion so they can be engaged without fear of running away with it." of them running away with it*
<@JJ> Comm: "Negative, Impact. No CCTV feeds inside." Marlo had not sent any other directions. So this was his role tonight. Man in the chair.
<Devilpants> Valkyrie nods as Whisper speaks. "Maybe snatch it, and then a distraction from the front door right after you sneak out with it..." She tried desperately not to metagame. She knew it wouldn't be that simple.
<@Marlo> "Okay team, Here's the play. We hit simultaneously. " as he spoke into the coms, he looked back at Liam and Atlas, including them on the mission plan, "Whisper, you're gonna port in with Valkyrie. While you grab the case, Valkyrie...give Martinez enough juice to knock her out. Then port out. When they port in, Tron and Roc, i need you to pull the Mooks away. Keep collateral damage to a minimum. Atlas, Liam and I will go after Chavana. Tron and Roc should draw him out. Ready, gang?" He sounded ready. And damb serious. "Any onbjections, speak now or we go on Whisper's mark."
<Devilpants> Valkyrie cracked her neck. "Ready when you are."