<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/catch_zpsf9cf0739.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Ms. Frost<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Female Elf Combat Hacker<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Intuition and Logic, Agility and Reaction<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Technical, Physical<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Native American and Japanese, 20's, bisexual<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><br/><br/>Ms. Frost was on all fours, dressed up in nothing but a red hooded opera cloack, as a werewolf rutted her from behind.  She took every thrust, backing her fine ass up to cram as much of that knotty cock up inside her.<br/><br/>"Oh, grandma, what a big cock you have!"<br/><br/>That phrase was enough to get both Ms. Frost and her partner to climax together.  They collapsed into her bed, his warm, furry body pressing down on her back as her breasts got squished against the mattress.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i2.listal.com/image/1148692/936full-matthew-rhys.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Taylor<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Male Human Street Shaman<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Charisma and Willpower, Intuiton and Logic<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Magical, Social<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Caucasian, 30's, straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><br/>Slowly, the werewolf turned back into Taylor.  After a bit of cuddling, Taylor got up and smacked Ms. Frost in the ass, waking her up.  Taylor got dressed and parted with a "See you at the staging ground," then left while Ms. Frost rolled out of her bed to get ready.<br/><br/>Later, at 11:45 p.m., Ms. Frost and Taylor were at the abandoned lot a few blocks from the target.<br/><br/>Their vehicles were parked and loaded with the gear they needed for their tasks.  Ms. Frost's van had Waltz's purchases - the folding cart, the sealable bags, the fiber optic cable and the commlink relay, to which Ms. Frost added encryption.<br/><br/>Each of them had used their vans to pick up whoever needed a ride - otherwise they just waited for the others to meet them there.<br/><br/>Taylor changed outfits to match uniforms while retaining any armor qualities, then everyone incorporated props.  He set up his own van and Ms. Frost's van to look appropriate as well, matching his van to the one that Kit brought.  "Having matching vans for the distraction team will add to our credibility."<br/><br/>Ms. Frost addressed the team.  "Okay, recap.  It's 11:45 now.  At 12:00, my team goes in the tunnel.  At 12:15, we breach the wall.  At 12:20, we're in, and I hack the system to put out an alarm.  Taylor's team goes in and keeps the guards busy.  I hack cameras and maglocks, we clean the place out, and exfiltrate.  Figure we're out at 12:45.  If we're clear, meet here.  If not, safehouse.  Even though we're underground, we will have comms thanks to Waltz.  Signal is encrypted.  Anyone can text, speak or see anyone else regardless of which team you're on.  Let's do this."<br/><br/>Ms. Frost got in her van, disguised as a private utility company, along with Waltz, Fury, Tempest and ZZ.  She parked in an alleyway, got the manhole cover popped open, and took a whiff.  "Ewww.  Smells like someone died in there."  Or is about to die in there.  She climbed into the hole first and took a look around.  "Hmm.  It's dirty but at least it's not disgusting.  And Findley was right.  It's really dark in here.  Put on your headband lights, but keep them dim.  Never know if we'll run into anything."<br/><br/>Once everyone was in the tunnel, Ms. Frost had more of a game face on.  "ZZ, you have the best eyes and ears, so take the point.  Tempest, back him up.  I'll be in the middle.  Waltz and Fury, take care of the gear and watch our backs."<br/><br/>The tunnel could fit two team members side by side, although Fury took up a lot of space.  The walk in was eerily quiet and frighteningly dark but otherwise uneventful.  It felt like going into a cave.  Halfway in, the silence was interrupted only by the sounds of someone vomiting and of some fluids hitting the concrete floor.<br/><br/>"Damn it," said Ms. Frost.  "Sorry, team, this smell is making me ill."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Taylor's team of One Shot, Tracy Grimm and Kit was split up between his van and the van provided by Kit.  They waited a few blocks away from the front entrance of the building.  Taylor checked his watch.  "Ms. Frost just texted me.  They're almost to the wall.  Expect to move out soon."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Feel free to talk about:<br/><br/>the conclusions of your scenes with other characters between the meetings at the bar and the abandoned lot<br/><br/>how you got to the abandoned lot, with Taylor or with Ms. Frost or on your own<br/><br/>any communications you have with other team members via commlink chat or live conversation<br/><br/>how your character feels about what's going on<br/><br/></div></div>