Dark*Matter, Discovery: Pushing for Impeachment

"I would greatly appreciate it if you don't injure or attack any federal agents in the course of this mission. It may be necessary, but please try to avoid it. The US Government can make trouble for the institute as a whole if they start a deep investigation into an agent."

"Great. So we can't even knock them out? Instead of conning rubes, now I got bluff trained security personnel. We'll talk about a raise after this, Boss."
 

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OOC: Sorry about the delay. I just got back from my vacation, and I've been really busy, especially with getting a fourth edition game I'm DMing at the local club set up. I should have a post up to move the plot forward to the next scene in a day or two.
 


"Good luck, agents," Stanfield said, standing up. "I know you'll do us proud."

After the briefing, Team Libra made their way to garage, accompanied by Z, where Ryker handed over the keys to the van. Inside was numerous computer and radio systems in the back, that Z quickly seated herself at. There were electrical toolkits present and overalls with 'A to Z Electronics' emblazoned on them. A hidden compartment in the floor would serve to hide the weapons, and a set of blueprints of the senator's house were present. Everything that was needed for the team to disguise themselves and conduct a successful investigation was present.

Z also handed out earpiece radios, so she could stay in communication with the team while they were in the house, and talk them through any technical issues in case the secret service inquired.

(Map notes: Bed #2 is a computer room, and Bed #3 is a security room.)

A blizzard was picking up as Team Libra and Z left the Institute. The weather conditions worsened as they drove through Chicago. By the time they reached the suburbs, the roads were becoming practically impassable, and they almost got stuck in a snowdrift once or twice. But eventually, the van pulled into the fifty foot long driveway leading up to Senator Cook's residence.
 

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"We'll do our best, boss," says Cade to Stanfield, before Team Libra is on the way.

While the van is being loaded, Cade makes sure to secure his sidearm on his person, via the magical holster, however he does include his rifle, with plenty of ammo, in the covert hold in the van.

During the ride over, Cade checks some of the equipment with 'Z', including synching up his PDA with her systems, as he plans on bringing it in with him. However, after a few moments, Cade sits near 'Z', speaking quietly to her.

"How you holdin' up, 'Z'?" Cade asks while getting his PDA tuned into the van's systems. Once Cade is sure 'Z' is okay, he'll finish his prep work on the ride over.

"It'd probably be the best bet, Larry," says Cade before he turns to Nick. "What do you think, Professor?"

OOC

Hey, folks, as I've said in other play by posts, I'm real sorry for my lack of replies this week, but things have just not been good this week. Sorry.
 


"I'm doing okay," Z said said quietly, smiling at Cade. "Stanfield and the others keep making me go to the therapist weekly, so I can get over the trauma," she rolled her eyes. "They just don't listen, I'm fine, I bounce back easily. And as for that prophecy, well, I know that you'll stop it from happening. You saved my life before, I'm sure you can do it again."

"Say, I've never told you why I left the Faerie Court and how I came to work for the Institute, right?"
she said, as she continued to type, accessing the internal Secret Service database.
 
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Meredith shrugs into a long coat that was modified with a hidden compartment that could hold her sword in relatively easy reach without being too obnoxiously obvious...though no clever stitching would hide it if she were searched or even just patted down. She takes a 9mm in a shoulder holster too, with a couple of clips of normal and a couple of 'blessed.' Balancing a compact mirror on her knees, she starts awkwardly putting her hair back in a 'regulation-style' bun....but finally settles for a ponytail when the van proves too dark and the position too weird for her to do the bun right. Then it's just the classics. Earpiece. Dark glasses. She reaches out to trail her fingers over the surface of the shield they took from the Russian base, but there's no way to be subtle with that thing.

She's about to put the mirror away when she pauses and just looks in it at herself for a second. The vaguely librarian-looking girl from months ago is gone. Oh, she's still recognizable...but she's gotten leaner, lost weight, put on muscle...but the biggest change isn't physical, even if it shows on her face. Confidence has replaced confusion, but it's a grim sort of confidence. The inner knowledge that she was going to die doing this someday.

Just not today.

"So what's the plan?" Meri asks as she finishes her ponytail and snaps the compact shut.
 

"I'm doing okay," Z said said quietly, smiling at Cade. "Stanfield and the others keep making me go to the therapist weekly, so I can get over the trauma," she rolled her eyes. "They just don't listen, I'm fine, I bounce back easily. And as for that prophecy, well, I know that you'll stop it from happening. You saved my life before, I'm sure you can do it again."

"Say, I've never told you why I left the Faerie Court and how I came to work for the Institute, right?"
she said, as she continued to type, accessing the internal Secret Service database.

It goes unsaid, as Cade will do his part to make sure nothing happens to 'Z' and that the prophecy will fail.

"No, you haven't," says Cade with a smile. "I figured if you wanted to, when you wanted to, you'd say something."

While talking, as the Team draws near, Cade runs his own surveillance profile and check of the residence, drawing on his experience as a security professional.
 

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