Once Dumas was up Judas made to follow their mark, a careful distance behind her though. They entered some diner, which they had scouted some days prior. The place was cheap, the food was better than the others, considering it was a chain branch. The staff would have had better training, so it would be obvious they would go here, or take a car to a mall. But they did not take a car, so the operation was a go. Judas got a seat for two and sat down on a padded chair, leafing through the menu casually. Once he was sure that their mark had fully settled in, he rose and went to the washroom, the bag slung over his shoulder. The diner was rather empty at this point, people had yet to return from their jobs, it was the optimal timing.<br/><br/>The lights in the corridor leading to the toilets were off, so he left it that way. Forcibly, he created a small field of fear around himself to see if there would be any reaction in the bathrooms. Nothing. He nodded to himself and extracted a small cylindrical device, which fit into the palm of his hand. He slid the switch a four spikes sprang out on one end. Through one of the clear sides of the device, one could see a thick cyan liquid. C14-12. Homemade mind-control drug. It created a high level hypnosis and one could "program" the victim to do as they pleased, up to the point of marking their motivations. He flipped the switched back and the spikes retracted back onto the device. Ready.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>After finishing his lunch, Martin lay inside his assigned test bed. The surrounding foam was... suffocating, when in reality it did the opposite. He pulled the lid for the bed up and locked it into place, decompressing a hidden switch which acted as an emergency trigger to shut down the user's simulation. Surrounded by the thick blue foam, the external neural signals lulled his eyes to close.<br/><br/>He was now in the hangar. It was empty, but it was familiar. Without even wasting a second, he began to perform checks on his Mech, experimental Sin series: Gluttony. Sometimes the simulation would throw defects into the mix and one would have to repair them. There were no defecs so he climbed up behind the Mech where the empty cockpit protruded. He climbed in and sealed the hatch shut, the pneumatics hissing as the cockpit was lowered into the bottom of the chute. The system booted up as he plugged a drive into the console, the lights flickering on on the inside of the cockpit. "Martin Gula, Please-" He pressed his thumb on a small pad beside where he inserted the drive, "Authentication Recognized." The screens momentarily displayed the sigil of Tetrapolia before the system check was complete. Cockpit check, Mech check, Comms check, Optics check. The Optical feedback filled his screen as the list went on. Modules check, "Mech Green".<br/><br/>Even so, he sat there, about an hour early for the simulation, and slept.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Sarah laughed and chatted with her friends, excusing herself to go to the toilet after a short while. She flicked the lights on the corridor on, they probably did not want to waste money on electricity bills. She turned the corner, nodded to a man who appeared to be returning to his seat, offer a small smile before walking past him. There was a sharp spike of pain as she was struck on the back of the knee and a strong hand wrapped around her face, preventing her from shouting. She twisted, intending to lash out and take out her aggressor's state of balance. Instead she found herself having her head smacked against the wall and a even sharper pain in the base of her skull as four pinpricks of blinding pain landed themselves on her skull and punching into her head.