Club Dischordia- Open/Walk-in/ Now Hiring

[GrayFox436]

"Something to hold me over until the next batch of paper work lands on my desk," Damion replied. He didn't seem to notice the flame that brought his drinks. Some time ago he had come to expect such displays of magic as common place in this strange world.

"I did not expect the bartender to the the one handling such affairs. But it is good to know where I can find you if something goes wrong." That was just about as sublte as Damion got. And he wasn't lying about the paper work. If there was one thing in this world he hated more than anything else, it was filling out and filing paper work.

He rested his hands on the table, side by side. If one were to look then they would see a pair of synthetic fingerless gloves adorning his hands. They were in much the same state as his boots; well used but still servicable.

"I hear you need something done. You and I happen to have a mutual friend, so I stop by to do this job for you. What are the details?"

[The Egotist]

J.J. -- The Wayward Gunmage

"Thank you for reminding me,
Of why I'm sick inside."---


"That's why I've gone digital around here. Just as much work to do, but a bit easier to do it." He grinned; The Underground Network was secure and full featured, a great tool for mercs, and for the Ops Director.

"One moment, alright?" He raised a single finger, indicating it wouldn't belong, before quickly and deftly tracing out a symbol on the table with that single finger. Wherever he touched, a line of blue-green light appeared. When the symbol was done, there was a faint flash of light, before it faded.

That was the advantage of his magical studies, simple spells that would soundproof their small booth were easy enough to perform in seconds, and would hold against all but the most advanced magical surveillance, or perhaps a bug in the booth; Something that he had no worries about at his mostly-unknown club.

"We can speak freely, now, I assure you." There was not an iota of doubt in his voice; Sure, he was a bit unpredictable and unstable, but he was always thorough.

"I'm James Jakov, Co-Owner and Ops Director of Club Dischordia." The brusque introduction was coupled with a short, respectful nod of his head, before he launched into his explanation of the task.

"The contract is simple; The client wishes for an operative or a team to hit the primary research lab of the Crosier Pharmaceutical Firm, and recover some files. The task can be performed as subtly or as loudly as you wish, though there is a small bonus offered for getting the job done quietly. It's minor, though, and the base reward offered is significant enough." As an afterthought, he pushed a button to activate the terminal on the wall beside them, a holographic keyboard appearing in front of him. With a few keystrokes, he brought up the floorplan of the facility.

"The facility is only a single building, but it is fairly large, so studying this plan is advised. The locations you need to hit are here," A lab became highlighted on the on-screen display,

"The high-security research lab, and here-" Another area lighted, a few floors up.

"The manager's office." He of course had more info, but this was enough to start; if the man wished to know other details, he would ask.










--- "Thank you for the venom,
Did you think it would paralyze?"


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[GrayFox436]

Damion had his own white noise generator for making a conversation secure. The small device was a bit more advanced than what could ordinaraly be found on this planet. It was simple in concept, if not design, and functioned much the same way noise canceling headphones did. When activated, only those within the "bubble" would be able to hear each other. Anybody up to a few meters away would have to either read lips or be s**t out of luck. It also had a tendancy to severely distort all but the most complex electronic listening devices planted on a person. It didn't beat a curtain and full spectrum ECM... but then again few things did.

As it happened, Damion didn't realize what the glyphe was for. He simply assumed that, if this man was speaking so openly, he wasn't worried. Once the spell was cast and James said they could speak freely, Damion took his word for it. The white noise generator remained in his pocket and turned off for the time being.

"What is the window for the operation?" If they wanted it done tonight then it would be messy. Damion's idea of subtle was using a silencer on his fully automatic weapons. It wasn't that he was incapable be sneaky; he just didn't like it. "Is this one of those, 'Insert Disk Here' things or should I familiarize myself with what files they will need extracted?"

When dealing with laboritories, "High Security" could mean different things. If one were studying the Ebola virus, then it would mean a tightly controled environment with multiple redundant failsafes to prevent any possible outbreaks. Then again there were the "Residant Evil" style high security labs which featured lasers, holographic little girls and (for some reason) zombie guard dogs.

Damion withdrew a PDA from his pocket and set it on the table. There was no outward sign that it was on and the "screen" was far too small to be used for scrolling through information. Nevertheless, Damion stared into a point of space just above the device as he jabbed away at the keyboard.

"What kind of studies go on in this lab? Who sponsors them and who are they affiliated with? What kind of security detail am I to expect? Has their peremiter been probed at all? Do you know their reaction time or the scramble time for any QRF? Any 'ultimate failsafes' that need to be taken into account?"

[The Egotist]

J.J. -- The Wayward Gunmage

"Thank you for reminding me,
Of why I'm sick inside."---


{{I rather enjoy this kinda plotting and planning, which is half the reason I opened a place like this. I think I can make fairly interesting encounters for people.}}

"This contract is fairly lax; They don't have any warning about impending attacks, so their alert level is low. The facilities are still fairly well guarded, but you could hit them any time within the week without any issues." This was an easy mission, to test the waters; Challenging, but simple enough with proper talent and preparation.

The high-sec labs fit both descriptions that Damion, though it fit the latter to a lesser degree; The failsafes and clean rooms were well secured, presenting a very low risk of infection to the operatives; but the lab especially will be well guarded.

"As for the files, that should be easy enough. The client needs the Progress Reports from the office, which could be easily recovered as physical docs, from the locked filing cabinet. The code name is project Bluesky, so just grab any files in that folder. From the labs, we need all available logs and data on the project. You could hack it yourself, or we could have a simple hardware tool made up for you in a day or two that could decrypt and download the data automatically." Getting the files would be the easy part; it was evading security that would be a challenge.

"The high-sec lab is studying engineered viruses and designer drugs for weaponization. The labs are well secured, so as long as you don't spray and pray or bomb the place, you need not worry about infection. Of course, if you want some form of hazard gear, I have some stuff in the armory that would help." He grinned; He was proud of his gear selection, and it would only get better from here.

"We don't have any evidence of outside interests supporting the firm. They appear to be working privately, and intending to find bidders. Our client is a rival firm of a similar nature, but they've requested to remain anonymous. If you want that info, you'll have to do some research of your own." As a businessman, JJ would make it nowhere if he betrayed his client's interests.

"Their security teams are fairly low-end; They are unaware that we know about their black ops. Their main detail is about twenty contracted security personnel, armed with sidearms and batons, as well as kevlar vests. Nothing special. They aren't on orders to shoot to kill right away, but if things go into full alert that'll change. On top of that, the second the alarm goes off, you can expect a response team to be inbound, arriving in roughly ten to fifteen minutes; Two assault trucks, each holding ten elite operatives, armed to the teeth. Ex-military. I'd suggest getting out of there before they arrive, but if you think you can handle them, be my guest." He shrugged. As long as the mission was accomplished, he wouldn't argue about methods.

"The only entrance we've found is the main one; the building is sealed in that regard. A vent or window outside might offer entrance, but we don't have detailed blueprints, so you'll have to scout that on your own. You can expect extra resistance in the labs, but we haven't sent anyone in deep. We suspect that it would be some form of turrets or kill-drones, so use caution." He took a swig of his whiskey, no other relevant info coming to mind.

"Anything else?"










--- "Thank you for the venom,
Did you think it would paralyze?"


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[GrayFox436]

OOC

I feel you there. Working out "how" is as much fun as actually doing the task, in my book. So far it all looks pretty well thought out and put together to me.

IC

Damion hacked at his PDA as he listened, entering pertinant information as he heard it. The facility seemed just about what he might have expected. In that aspect, it was kind of a surprise. Most of the places he visited were rife with all sorts of exotic bullshit. When James finished, Damion spoke, although he did not look away from his small computer.

"Two assault trucks... QRF does not seem like it will be much of an issue, then. These guys are well setup for fending off the normal stuff, it sounds. It should not take too much to break in and secure exfil. The problem will be in grabbing the data before local authorities get involved."

XM109 overwatch on the enterance from an elevated position, Damion thought to himself. Two M47 Dragons.

He leaned backand rubbed his forhead while frowning. Having a map of the route was good but from what James said, Damion got the impression that anything automated would be a surprise. The security on-hand wouldn't even slow Damion down. But if there were even a few blast doors that could seal off the different levels... well, then there would be a problem.

Breaching charges. No... plasma torch. Breaching charges and a torch. Yeah.

Idly he entertained the idea of digging up one of those powered exo-suits from a very little known venture by one of his former employers somewhere in South Africa. He pushed that idea out of his head before it could tempt him too much. That would be overkill to the extreme for something like this. No, for this Damion was considering his usual fallback for softening up a target; driving a vehicle into it.

A nice, sturdy Humvee.

"What about the surrounding area? Is it built up? Are there many, if any, buildings? Is there a peremiter fence? Flood lights? Towers? Or is this place plotted down in an industrial center in some small town?"

Two shooters on overwatch. One good one would do, really. No, best to have one spotting for the missiles. But what of the cops...

Any way he looked at it, Damion knew that getting away from the AO would be the most troublesome part of the op. By comparasin, the guys he was planning to put on overwatch would have it easy. They could ditch their gear and go native with forged IDs. Damion, as the one going in, wouldn't have that option. He would be committed.

Maybe an MRAP. I would like to see the cops pit one of those.

Then an idea hit him.

"Are there any open fields within quick driving range of the facility?"

C-130 extractions are always fun. No, he wasn't really concerned about the fact that, by the time it all was said and done, he might actually end up spending more to complete this op than what the contractos were willing to pay. He did this kind of thing for fun, anyway.

"And about the data download; it would be nice to have that 'plug and play' option but I do not like to trust things like that. There are too many variables. I am considering a wireless connection to the system so an outside source can hack in. While I am not a splicer, I have people in my employ who are. If the building is too thick for a wireless signal to find its way out then I will take relays with me to help them through the maze."

Damion would be hefting a lot of gear for this one, it seemed.

[Voodoo Temptation]

.:. I LOVE YOU GUYS. .:.

[GrayFox436]

OOC

We know.

[The Egotist]

J.J. -- The Wayward Gunmage

"Thank you for reminding me,
Of why I'm sick inside."---


"I wouldn't worry about the authorities too much. These guys really want to avoid any official investigation, so it's most likely that they'll only use their private forces to handle it." Sure, they might be able to make use of the cops if they were careful, but the amount of effort a cover-up might take wasn't really worth the effort. They had their own security forces, as well as the assault teams, so they wouldn't be likely to outsource help.

"The facility is local, not far from the outskirts of Durem, which is why they can get their off-site elite troops in relatively quickly. They have a simple fence around the area, topped with barbed wire, but no towers or snipers that we know of. It's only a single large building, containing offices and labs." This was a simple hit, hardly military grade. A single talented operative could probably manage it, though having a team would certainly be beneficial.

"There would be a possible LZ for a small aircraft about ten minutes drive away, though the terrain is rough, so you'd need a vehicle that could handle the terrain. On top of that, the response teams' assault trucks are armed with turreted LMGs, likely with AP rounds. Could give a light aircraft some trouble." While the corp wasn't the best prepared, they weren't useless. If he triggered an alarm, fine, but in the time it would take him to reach an LZ he risked the arrival of the response team.

"As far as the download goes, the building isn't shielded against wireless signals, though all the data would be on network-isolated storage, so you'd need some type of signal receiver to plug in, if you want to use an outside Cracker."










--- "Thank you for the venom,
Did you think it would paralyze?"


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[GrayFox436]

Damion furrowed his brow as he considered his options. Before him, on the PDA's holographic display (hidden from outside observes unless viewing it from a specific angle), was a manifest for what Soft had available. James might not know it, but Damion was operations lead for his own mercenary force. That's where all the paperwork came from.

"I will not need any additional assistance. And I think I can keep this within budget..." He blinked and looked up, realizing James might not know what he ment. "My R&R missions are for fun so I tend to pull out the stops."

He jabbed at the PDA some more and nodded to himself. Then he returned his attention to James.

"Will you need to aprove my OpPlan?"

There were some employers who liked the hands-on aproach. There were fewer who actually knew what they were looking at and wanted to make sure their investment wasn't going to a stupendous idiot. Damion understood full well but he figured the man would like what he had planned.

Nothing to sufficiently elevated to plant a sniper on for overwatch, he thought to himself. Small craft only. A C130 would be a bit overkill for three operatives anyway. Looks like Humvee it is for the entry team. Of course, as of right now the entry "team" consisted of himself. Will have to keep a handle on what munitions I use. Do not want any contamination of the area - or myself. Hockey-puck gun it is.

"Aside from that, I am ready to begin preparing. Give me... hmm... until the end of the week, I guess. Maybe sooner. I would have liked to probe their defenses to track the QRF back to their base but a sniper at the edge of the city will work well enough for early warning or interdiction. And if that does not work, I have other fallbacks in mind."

Damion was planning for the mission to take longer than fifteen minutes. He would like to get in and out before they knew what hit them but a lightning raid wasn't spicificly required and he knew from years of experience that things never went according to the plan. He already had a mental list of what he would need on his person for this op.

Will have to keep collateral damage to a minimum in the lab area. Pity, that.

[The Egotist]

J.J. -- The Wayward Gunmage

"Thank you for reminding me,
Of why I'm sick inside."---


"Nah, the plan is up to you. I run mercenary services, not a personal force. Even if you botched it completely, that would be on your head, not mine." His establishment was simply a sort of operations base, a place where want-ads for wetwork could be put out. After a job was taken, it was between the mercs taking it and the client, business wise. He was simply the middle man, taking his cut and providing services and intel.

"You have the time you'll need to set it up, and I can take the mission off the board for ya. Chances are, if you ******** up, I'd just be reposting it with modified conditions, anyway."










--- "Thank you for the venom,
Did you think it would paralyze?"


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[Lady Lotus Doll]

The best thing about tonight's' that were not fighting

Baby Doll

With great displeasure, it accorded to the young girl standing outside of the buildings door, that this was indeed a last resort. With a slight shrug, staring in her toes and reaching up her spine till her 5”2’ frame hunched over, in thrilling anxiety. It was defiantly there, causing her heart to beat faster, her breath to swell up, her happiness to drop. Ha, how funny. Happiness? She found the thought amusing. So amusing in fact, that a short chuckle escaped her mouth, before she then realized where she was, and what had to be done.
Sighing softly, she pushed her scarlet locks away from her face, only giving light to the sunshine eyes she held underneath. No, this was strange. She wasn’t used to this. With only a long black corset dress blocking her pale skin from the view of the unappreciated, she felt naked. Although the daggers holstered to her thighs made her feel safer, the bruises that were illuminated in the soft light of the bar tore the security down, and once again left her feeling vanurable.
Taking a small breath inside her lungs, the girl slowly pushed the door to the bar ajar, the long black scarf hiding a pair of ruby lips, trembling with fear. Indeed, she was terrified. Without making too much eye contact with those she saw inhibiting inside, she found her way to the bar, and waited to be served.

Could it be that we have been this way before?

[The Egotist]

J.J. -- The Wayward Gunmage

"Thank you for reminding me,
Of why I'm sick inside."---


The tall man behind the bar turned his brilliant, blue-green eyes towards the young-looking girl, a faint smirk appearing on his handsome lips.

"Can I help ya, love?" He spoke with an accented voice, a curious blend of British and Russian. His voice was smooth, and had a laughing, melodic quality to it at all times, like he was laughing at some private joke.

The girl seemed distressed, but if she needed something to drink, the co-owner of the Club could certainly help her out.










--- "Thank you for the venom,
Did you think it would paralyze?"


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[Lady Lotus Doll]

The best thing about tonight's' that were not fighting

Baby Doll

Quiet. So much Quiet. Too much Quiet.
Those thoughts flashed, neon signs in the young girl’s mind. Well, ‘young’ being a comparative word. Although it was silent, the girl’s neon yellow eyes flashed around the place, not seeing a single soul around. Perhaps, this wasn’t the place she was searching for.
However, just as the pretty young Russian’s orbs were looking, a voice crawled up her spine, causing an immediate ‘flight-or-fight’ response to travel through her body. Jumping off the bar stool, her body crouched on the floor in front of the man, one leg hiding behind, both hands on the floor. In a way, she seemed like a cat, ready to pounce on the prey. Her long red hair fell around her face in small curls, her bright eyes showing intense fear. It could be seen that around her pale legs, bruises, cuts, scraps and burns were flashing hot under the florescent light. In one hand; she held her dagger, blade up, the other palm down. For a few moments, she looked at the man, her breath slow and steady, ready to attack at any given moment. Give what he said, the intensity slowly fell from her face, as she slowly, scooted her body up, and used her hands to push herself up to standing position.
Not taking her eyes off the man, she pushed her hand up the black Lolita inspired dress slowly, flashing a bit of thigh, a necessary evil she thought, to put the dagger back into the holster. Gathering her voice, she stood, not yet ready to sit back down. Slowly, her broken English filled the air, a sweet melody from the Russian outskirts, ”I sorry.” That was all he was going to get for an apology. After all, he had barked at her, he should expect a little bite back. At the request for information, the Russian lady pondered for just a moment before replying ”Vodka. No Ice.” She then closed her mouth. English was yet to be a strong suit, and her broken accent often left her feeling embarrassed.

[The Egotist]

Lady Lotus Doll

J.J. -- The Wayward Gunmage

"Thank you for reminding me,
Of why I'm sick inside."---


Her reaction to his greeting drew a laugh from his lips, a sound simultaneously melodic and maniacal, a sound that some found pleasant and others frightening. As he laughed, bright fangs flashed amidst his smile, fangs that often got him mistaken for a vampire. It was a bit of a surprise to him that another Russian was entering his club; She was the second one in a few days.

"Yспокаиваться. (Calm down.)" His Russian was a bit rusty, but he still remembered the old language.

"Nobody here is gonna hurt ya." He turned his back on her, pouring her a drink and setting it in front of her.










--- "Thank you for the venom,
Did you think it would paralyze?"


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[Lady Lotus Doll]

The best thing about tonight's' that were not fighting

Baby Doll

Baring her teeth to the man, the young Russian girl nodded slightly to his attempt at making her feel safe. While she could only find herself raising an eyebrow, she was very grateful for the thought behind the spoken Russian language. With that, a small smile fell across her pale red lips, allowing her small dimples to jump out. ”Your Russian…” She began, searching for the words to say. Although her English was terrible, she’d rather speak it and learn it. To her knowledge, if you were young, beautiful, and unable to call for help, others would sniff you out, and use your fear to their advantage. ”Is….good.” In her mind, she couldn’t help but want to slap herself for the way the last word came out, for to her, Good, sounded ‘goot’. Dreadful.
As to the second thing the man said, the young Doll just shook her head. No one could swear that someone would get hurt, under no circumstance, just by taking inhabitance in a bar. That was just ridicules. However, the booze sat in front of her, and that, was all she could see. ”Thank you, Love.” She said, picking up the glass and gently tipping it to her lips. Taking a sip, she set the glass down, and smiled at the man. ”You really, shouldn’t, scare girls. I don’t appreciate.” Doll was in no way trying to be mean, however facts were facts. She could have cut the man.

Could it be that we have been this way before?