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goneawayworld2021-05-15 03:18 pm
It's (Still) Honestly A Terrible Plan.
What: A daring infiltration of the executive deck
Where: Exec deck
When: Simultaneous with the riot
Warnings/Notes: None so far.
Saturday watches from the edges of the riot, making a great show of moving furniture and snatching bystanders away from the rolling ball of chaos, until South slips by and murmurs something in her ear.
Then she begins to move, touching a shoulder here, giving a significant look there. Time to go. One by one, everyone can slowly depart. Secrecy is essential; even Jorgmund can add up riot and murder and break-in and get “kill them before they kill you.”
They can all meet Saturday at the appointed place. It’s a less-used service entrance to the upper deck, which some may not have even known existed. She stands with her hands in her pockets, wound tight as a sprinter before the starting pistol.
“Okay,” she says quietly, once they’re all there. In an earpiece cobbled together by Alia, a New Hire now gone, she says, “Brainy, you ready? Good.” She looks at the others. “Right. So. You all know the plan, an’ the stakes. Go in, grab as much as you can, get out. No unnecessary risks, no heroics. Brainy’s our eye in the sky; once the door opens, we scatter. He’ll be the only one with the full picture.”
“We’ve got a private channel, but keep it quiet. No chatter. If you cut comms, it means you’re burned an’ the op is over. We will try to get you out. It might not be possible. If Jorg realizes what we did, we’re all fucked. If that’s too much heat, go back. I won’t judge anyone for it.”
And she means it, too. Risking their lives in battle is one thing; risking torture and god knows what else at the hands of an enemy like Jorgmund is quite another. They’ve all heard a variation on this speech from her before, of course, when she approached them with the final plan. But she seems to need to make sure she says it again, one last time.
“Okay. Right.” Saturday turns to the door. Her hands are too disciplined to shake as she draws out the keycard, but she can taste her heartbeat on the back of her tongue. It’s always like this before a run, or a fight, in the moment when the ground starts to shift and anything becomes possible - provided you don’t fall.
It makes her feel a little guilty, how much she loves it.
The alarm panel blinks a challenge, and South steps forward. Planker’s voice emerges from her mouth, speaking the code-phrase stolen from his mind by Stacia and Kerrigan. The lock processes, taking almost too long.
But the door opens, revealing a branching hallway lined with doors. Time for everyone to get into their groups, and set off…
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She debates for a good ten, fifteen seconds on taking the risk. The others have their way out, Remy's hidden, she can bullshit Jorg easily... but getting caught would erase any doubt that they'd broken in, and Jorg might try and get her to spill the names of those involved. If they did? She wouldn't have a good reason not to, not if she wanted to keep her cover.
So, begrudgingly, she takes her hands off the keyboard and steps back.
Still not wanting to risk talking, she instead turns off the monitor and hopes Remy can see that and takes it as the cue it is: we're done here.
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It's just reversing things, really. Turn around and head back to where they'd started. From there, it's just a bug out.
After, maybe, checking that utility closet. Surely South could check that quick and be back in less than a minute.
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South's as careful on the way out as she was on the way in, and it's an effort not to breathe a loud sigh of relief when they're back out of that damn office.
Alright, they need to get that stupid grate back up to cover their entry and exit, but besides that... yeah, a minute's enough time to scope out the utility closest, she'd figure. And after that, it running out doesn't matter; they're almost home free.
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Eventually, he's able to make his way down, grate in place and screwed back in. "No trouble gettin' in an' out of de offices, but de hallways?" He shakes his head at that.
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Now they're out, she's less worried about speaking disrupting the effect, so she says, voice obviously hushed, "If we wanna cover all our bases, I'll check the utility shit, but then we're outta here. Hopefully the others weren't exaggerating when they said they had something good."
The blackmail material's good shit, but fuck if she doesn't wish they'd got something off the computer. She just couldn't risk throwing the others under the bus.
(Man, if her past self wouldn't have scoffed at that concern.)
And she will check it; she didn't want to fuck off and do it whilst Remy was still attaching the cover, in case the damn thing fell or something, but there's no need to keep him in range for this, either.
There's nothing much to find; she takes note of what looks like it might be another route into the deck, but that's about it. She's back with Remy within the minute, and elects to just switch the damn imperceptibility off now. It's a pain in the ass when someone can't see you.
"Looked like there was another way in, but besides that, nothing of interest."
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He nods, brushing his trousers off. "Best to be gettin' outta here. 'Fore somebody finds us."
He means 'finds me', because South's powers would probably keep her out of trouble. And he's good at talking, but he'd rather not risk it. "'Least we got somethin' interestin' outta dis."
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"I'm real fuckin' curious about what the other two found, honestly; guess we'll see. But yeah, let's get outta here, no need to fuckin' tempt fate. Coffee guy could come back for another monstrosity any moment."
And she's never quite sure how long after the imperceptibility's turned off that she can activate it again, so. Really no need to push their luck.
Back the way they came. Easy.