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<blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 6540779" data-attributes="member: 4936"><p>Casper's icon nodded solemnly and dissolved into mist as it vanished. The real world unfolded from the little picture-in-picture frame it had collapsed into while she was in the session and took center stage again. She was in seated at a bench near the fountain in some memorial park or another...she wasn't entirely sure of the name. It wasn't her neighborhood. She didn't do business anywhere near where she slept. The fountain was burbling merrily, oblivious to the graffiti and obscene carvings that had been dug into its well-weathered sides. Augmented reality objects, AROs, danced along the rim of it, offering information and links to the generous philanthropists and corporate sponsors who now kept the park maintained, and their fine products. They didn't superimpose well over the homeless man sleeping fitfully on the hard stone though.</p><p></p><p>She reached up to her sunglasses and brushed her thumb over a tiny catch in the frame, powering them down and making them just regular sunglasses. It was possible to just turn off the AR mode, leaving the reactive polarization filtering on, but it felt nice sometimes to just have quiet, dark lenses that didn't constantly adjust to light levels or try to show you things that weren't there. Casper didn't hate technology, but she appreciated the 'off' switch very much.</p><p></p><p>Right on cue, her commlink chimed. Since her glasses were off, that was all it could do. It was all right though, she knew what it was. Time to go.</p><p></p><p>It was nearly an hour later before she got back to apartment. A fair walk to the tram station, and she didn't do busses unless there wasn't a choice. Walking was good. There was no hurry...she'd given herself time. Her glasses gave off a brief hum as she turned them back on...she had layers of spam filters on her apartment's little corner of the Matrix...and started to review the information as she changed clothes. A brief break for a shower and a quick meal, then dressed in another, slightly nicer outfit and headed out for the tram.</p><p></p><p>She spent the trip in silence, her eyes flicking around behind the dark lenses to control pages of content. Ideas flowed quickly.</p><p></p><p><em>Five drones per operator is too many. Easy to flood with false hits, distract and confuse. We could trick the drones into misfiring if we have a decent decker on board. Shouldn't be able to stop us even if we don't though. Seven-fifty feels low for the venue though. Interesting...hand-picked audience maybe. Camera angles to make it look packed. Wonder if we can get a crack at the guest list and maybe throw a few extra names in there.</em></p><p></p><p>She took a moment to push the glasses down her nose far enough to peer over their rims; striking dark brown eyes on a mocha brown face. The guy across from her was leering rather openly. A moment of observation convinced her he was drunk though, and probably no threat. The weight of the taser up her right sleeve was a comfort though, regardless. </p><p></p><p>Back to the data. The blueprints were golden. Service entry was good, but there was only one so there'd be eyes on it. Not a dealbreaker, but something to keep in mind. Emergency exits were intriguing. She liked that the idiots tried to obscure them. It was MUCH easier to try to break into a place that obligingly covered its doors with shrubbery. And even if the doors couldn't be opened from the outside, there were always ways to get them to open from the inside. Creativity was all that was required.</p><p></p><p>The schedule...too unreliable, Casper decided. The 3:00 timeframe was plausible, but they'd be fools to depend on it. This would need a lot of snooping and intel-gathering to nail down. They'd need plenty of time. Ideally they could beat CTI to the area entirely so the setup could be observed.</p><p></p><p><em>So. Try to hack or fool the drones into firing gelpacks into the crowd.</em></p><p><em>Find where they're keeping all that POW and sabotage it.</em></p><p><em>Get hostile plants into the crowd maybe and screw up their messaging? Eh, weak sauce. Scratch that.</em></p><p><em>Pick the locks or hack the building to simulate an emergency so people leave, and I can slip in. Once inside I can let the others in. From there, maybe we'll be able to get more ideas.</em></p><p></p><p>Satisfied, Casper switched the AR off. Her commlink told a white lie about her identity being Artemis Foster. She wondered how long it would last before it had to be changed again. 7,500 nuyen seemed like a lot, but buying a new ID, paying rent, and food and... Well, it added up.</p><p></p><p>And it didn't help that her other job was volunteer work.</p><p></p><p>She chuckled at herself as the tram stopped, and she got to her feet. People crowded towards the exit, and of course...she felt a hand from behind copping a feel. Oh, she knew who that was...yes she did. Two could play that game.</p><p></p><p>Without looking, or seeming to react, she reached her hand back until she brushed the groper's arm. A quick set of wrist motions triggered the mechanism hidden up her jacket that sent her taser into her hand. A small weapon, it was easy to tuck up and fire straight into that arm. Then...as quickly as it appeared...it zooped back under her sleeve.</p><p></p><p>There was a yelp behind her, and a collective gasp from surrounding people as some drunk guy suddenly freaked out and threw himself backwards. </p><p></p><p>Casper, above the fray, walked out and never looked back.</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Because I am too lazy to have a very good self-description in my post]<img src="http://i57.tinypic.com/i58ayw.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" />[/sblock]</p><p></p><p>[sblock=For Mosier]Is there some kind of shelter or something that offers services for Amerindians in Denver? If so, she does volunteer work there. If not, then a less specific homeless shelter type deal will do. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite1" alt=":)" title="Smile :)" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":)" />[/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shayuri, post: 6540779, member: 4936"] Casper's icon nodded solemnly and dissolved into mist as it vanished. The real world unfolded from the little picture-in-picture frame it had collapsed into while she was in the session and took center stage again. She was in seated at a bench near the fountain in some memorial park or another...she wasn't entirely sure of the name. It wasn't her neighborhood. She didn't do business anywhere near where she slept. The fountain was burbling merrily, oblivious to the graffiti and obscene carvings that had been dug into its well-weathered sides. Augmented reality objects, AROs, danced along the rim of it, offering information and links to the generous philanthropists and corporate sponsors who now kept the park maintained, and their fine products. They didn't superimpose well over the homeless man sleeping fitfully on the hard stone though. She reached up to her sunglasses and brushed her thumb over a tiny catch in the frame, powering them down and making them just regular sunglasses. It was possible to just turn off the AR mode, leaving the reactive polarization filtering on, but it felt nice sometimes to just have quiet, dark lenses that didn't constantly adjust to light levels or try to show you things that weren't there. Casper didn't hate technology, but she appreciated the 'off' switch very much. Right on cue, her commlink chimed. Since her glasses were off, that was all it could do. It was all right though, she knew what it was. Time to go. It was nearly an hour later before she got back to apartment. A fair walk to the tram station, and she didn't do busses unless there wasn't a choice. Walking was good. There was no hurry...she'd given herself time. Her glasses gave off a brief hum as she turned them back on...she had layers of spam filters on her apartment's little corner of the Matrix...and started to review the information as she changed clothes. A brief break for a shower and a quick meal, then dressed in another, slightly nicer outfit and headed out for the tram. She spent the trip in silence, her eyes flicking around behind the dark lenses to control pages of content. Ideas flowed quickly. [i]Five drones per operator is too many. Easy to flood with false hits, distract and confuse. We could trick the drones into misfiring if we have a decent decker on board. Shouldn't be able to stop us even if we don't though. Seven-fifty feels low for the venue though. Interesting...hand-picked audience maybe. Camera angles to make it look packed. Wonder if we can get a crack at the guest list and maybe throw a few extra names in there.[/i] She took a moment to push the glasses down her nose far enough to peer over their rims; striking dark brown eyes on a mocha brown face. The guy across from her was leering rather openly. A moment of observation convinced her he was drunk though, and probably no threat. The weight of the taser up her right sleeve was a comfort though, regardless. Back to the data. The blueprints were golden. Service entry was good, but there was only one so there'd be eyes on it. Not a dealbreaker, but something to keep in mind. Emergency exits were intriguing. She liked that the idiots tried to obscure them. It was MUCH easier to try to break into a place that obligingly covered its doors with shrubbery. And even if the doors couldn't be opened from the outside, there were always ways to get them to open from the inside. Creativity was all that was required. The schedule...too unreliable, Casper decided. The 3:00 timeframe was plausible, but they'd be fools to depend on it. This would need a lot of snooping and intel-gathering to nail down. They'd need plenty of time. Ideally they could beat CTI to the area entirely so the setup could be observed. [i]So. Try to hack or fool the drones into firing gelpacks into the crowd. Find where they're keeping all that POW and sabotage it. Get hostile plants into the crowd maybe and screw up their messaging? Eh, weak sauce. Scratch that. Pick the locks or hack the building to simulate an emergency so people leave, and I can slip in. Once inside I can let the others in. From there, maybe we'll be able to get more ideas.[/i] Satisfied, Casper switched the AR off. Her commlink told a white lie about her identity being Artemis Foster. She wondered how long it would last before it had to be changed again. 7,500 nuyen seemed like a lot, but buying a new ID, paying rent, and food and... Well, it added up. And it didn't help that her other job was volunteer work. She chuckled at herself as the tram stopped, and she got to her feet. People crowded towards the exit, and of course...she felt a hand from behind copping a feel. Oh, she knew who that was...yes she did. Two could play that game. Without looking, or seeming to react, she reached her hand back until she brushed the groper's arm. A quick set of wrist motions triggered the mechanism hidden up her jacket that sent her taser into her hand. A small weapon, it was easy to tuck up and fire straight into that arm. Then...as quickly as it appeared...it zooped back under her sleeve. There was a yelp behind her, and a collective gasp from surrounding people as some drunk guy suddenly freaked out and threw himself backwards. Casper, above the fray, walked out and never looked back. [sblock=Because I am too lazy to have a very good self-description in my post][IMG]http://i57.tinypic.com/i58ayw.jpg[/IMG][/sblock] [sblock=For Mosier]Is there some kind of shelter or something that offers services for Amerindians in Denver? If so, she does volunteer work there. If not, then a less specific homeless shelter type deal will do. :)[/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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