<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Cbuccino21-cropped.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Angel<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Female Human Infiltration Specialist/Artist<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Intuition and Logic, Agility and Reaction<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Social, Technical<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Caucasian, 20's, straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Findley, Distraction team<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Things were getting hot, and the ganger was really into it.  He lifted her up and started moving her toward the alley.  Just her luck, the van she was watching was on the move.<br/><br/>The ganger was talking himself up, which Angel had to expect, but it sounded so fake to her.  Not that she was being real with him. She only needed him for the place to loiter, and his bike. "<strong>Hey, run inside and grab some condoms.  Something fruit-flavored and we'll have some real fun.</strong>"  She pulls away and drops her legs to the street.  Her fingers were running all over his groin while she stared at him.  He couldn't take his eyes off, and the way she bit her lip was just icing on the cake.  He was about to protest, but with a slight nod of her head toward the door of the shop and the motion of her bringing one finger up to her lips, and rubbing them slowly was convincing enough.  It would take about 30 seconds to grab the condoms and get back out.  And it would be easier than forcing her.<br/><br/>The second he had his back turned, she shifted the key from her palm to her fingers.  All that groin play made it easy for her to lift his key.  She sat down on his bike and started it up, making sure to subvert the rudimentary defenses with her comm-link.  She really loved the programs that Doctor Octorok had dug up for her.  In ten seconds she was gone, and the ganger was probably incredibly pissed.  He'd get his bike back in one piece.  She was only taking it down the street.<br/><br/>The facility was a little ways down the road.  And the van had already pulled up.  She could see people with Haz-Mat equipment entering the building.  She rode the bike into the lot near the van where she could watch what was going on through the front doors.  From here it would be impossible to stay completely hidden, but she didn't count on being seen with how preoccupied the team was.  Times like this reminded her she needed to upgrade her contacts for vision magnification.  She could see what was going on, but until she reviewed the sim information later, she wouldn't be able to see exactly what was going on.  Findley on the other hand, could access her storage node to get the sim information with a one minute delay.  The delay was to protect the runners from anyone who might have access to her storage node.  The sim file had a higher resolution than her natural optical ability.  It was possible to zoom in on things through the sim data, but Angel couldn't view the sim data in real time, so she just had to keep her eyes on the crew.  The next step was to see if she could access the security network where the runners were.  It couldn't hurt to get a few different angles.  Her comm-link's hardware was definitely top of the line, but the question was if her programs could handle cracking the node discreetly.  She only needed basic access, so she wouldn't have to deal with breaking admin access, and the risks associated with it. Hopefully from here, everything went smoothly.