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Cav orders Sting to circle around behind the remaining guards and drop lower to see below the branches giving them cover. <"Call for fire, Secretary.">
<"I've got your back, Secretary. Call for fire if you want it.">
For now, Cav slaves the Steel Lynx to follow Beta-Axe, with anyone in the guards' uniforms identified as viable targets. The big drone trundles toward the gate shack at top speed.
[dice=Steel Lynx ("Bull") Init]4d6+5[/dice]
<"Pulling out is still an option, as long as you think Sweeper can get out on his own.">
The back doors of Cav's Eversource van open and the Steel Lynx drone drops down onto the pavement. It speeds toward the guard shack to support Deacon and Beta-Axe.
Drone Perception rolls:
<"Secretary, you've got 3 guards right under you in the courtyard. Positions marked. If we're rushing the gate shack we should do it now.">
We do have a LMG-toting drone and a flying assault rifle. If we can pull off the job and get paid, I don't mind if we consider them semi-disposable.
Well, if we need to rush in, at least Blacksap has a toy tank he can duck behind.
<"Hot drone up. Overhead in a sec, Secretary.">
Since Secretary was already sharing her video feed, Cav puts up for the team an overhead of the compound with Eyes- and therefore Secretary, who the Fly-Spy is shadowing- marked with a green dot.
Once Secretary and Deacon are out, Cav parks the 'Eversource' van a few blocks away from the facility. He locks up the cab, turns on the alarm, and takes his spot in the cushioned VR recliner in back. <"Overwatch up. Eyes on in 10. Call for support.">
Cav nods at Deacon and has the van drive to the agreed-upon meeting place.
Cav shakes his head. "Unsanctioned op, apparently. I figured it was just typical exec bulldrek until I'm getting pulled into a car by a personal security detail." He grins again. "Word to the wise, friends- never get in a car with an unfriendly rigger unless you know his headware's off." He sighs and looks curiously back at Secretary. "Fragging politics. Well, at least you know I've got your back." He jerks his head in the direction of the flat they'd just left. "I don't know drek about O'Reilly. I have some feelers out, somebody gave my name to O'Reilly, and I'm in no position to turn down a job. Especially when the mob comes asking. I don't have any more info than you do about O'Reilly or his niece or this Hanes guy."
Cav smiles as he drops into the driver's seat and gets the van rolling toward Deacon's flat. "Thanks. The setup is like the old rigs I used to work out of back in the day. The camo, though..." He grins. "Best thing about it is it's programmable. I usually roll something inconspicuous like Eversource or Somerville Bread Company- bread trucks are a good reason to be out early in the morning. Most people don't give it a second glance." He lets the van drive itself, paying more attention to Deacon and Secretary than the road. The white haired elf looks curiously at the team's Face. "So. I don't know who I expected to meet out here, but it certainly wasn't you. Small town, I guess."
Cav nods. "She's sounding less like a girlfriend and more like a kidnap victim, unless O'Reilly's spun it around on us and she's running from him." He shakes his head. "This drekhead Hanes isn't much to stand up against the O'Reillys, though. She had to know her family would come after her if she ran. Maybe she has more than one friend at EVO." Once they got around the corner, Cav gestures at a utility van wearing Eversource- one of Boston's biggest gas and electric maintenance subcontractors- livery. "My office." Inside, the front of the step-van had a single driver's seat, with a wall and a locking door separating the front cab from the rear. In back is a small rigger's shop, complete with couple of rotodrones in launch cradles and a Steel Lynx in rest mode, armed with a light machinegun. There are seats for passengers, but the van is clearly optimized more for Cav to service his drones than for the comfort of anyone else.
Cav quickly realizes there's more going on than the retrieval job O'Reilly had told him about. He doesn't respond to Blacksap's rapid-fire comment about trust, as he's trying to mentally catch up with the rest of the team apparently being on another job already. He shakes his head at Secretary. "We'll talk about that another time. What's this EVO lab about?" Cav nods. "Makes sense. I was wondering why we weren't just staking out this guy's place to catch him when he came home to Cammy. My office is around the corner, let's go for a drive."
One of the elves who followed O'Rilley in is trying but not doing a good job of not staring at Secretary. His long white-blonde hair is pulled back in a short, neat ponytail and his commlink is not currently broadcasting. He's in a suit that's a few years old- not in bad shape, just not the latest fashion- with glasses whose lenses are currently set to clear. Clearly a wise man, he's mostly just trying to stay out of O'Rilley's peoples' and the runners' lines of fire.
Cav eh? Well as a veteran of the 3rd Armored Cavalry I like it. I was looking for something that wasn't too on the nose, figured that would work. It's not spelled out in Cav's backstory, but he and Secretary have worked together before. He was going by Zack "Lancer" Patterson back then, but all he's done is grow out his hair past corpsec regulation length. He'd have a beard, but he's a pretty-boy elf so no go on the facial hair.
This is Cav, the new rigger. He's still a work in progress as I try to remember 5E rules, but this sheet out of Chummer looks mostly done to me. |