<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<br/><br/>The runners were on their way out faster than Angel could get bored.  They certainly had the feel of professionals.  In and out, don’t kill anyone, and don’t get anyone killed.  She watched the distraction team load back into the van and drive off.  “<strong>Wow.  Doesn’t get much sweeter than that.</strong>”  Had anything gone wrong, being on site allowed her to assist.  But it looked like all she needed to do was spectate tonight.  Less exciting than participating, but I guess all in all better for her.  Much lower chance of getting shot this way.<br/><br/>There wasn’t much else to do, but call a cab and head back to meet up with Findley.  While walking along the alleys, she made the order.  The cab would meet her down the street. Along the way she noticed the stares from the smokers that were hiding out in the alley and acknowledged them with a smirk. After a short walk, a cab pulled up and she hopped in. She could clean up some of the footage on the way, make it somewhat presentable.  The raw data would have to be transferred to one of her caches.  Simsense data just took up loads of space.  She configured a key for Findley to access the data if he was interested in the raws.<br/><br/>Tuxedo’s, the bar that Findley was waiting still had a bit going on, when she arrived.  She decided since she was kind of dressed to blend among the slums to head toward the back entrance.  As she made it inside and stepped into a the employees room she sent a message to Findley.  “<strong>So I got what you asked for.  I’m in the back.</strong>”  She started fiddling idly with one of the locks nearby and popped it open, closed it, and then started on the next one.  Angel had a bit of a short attention span, but luckily there was always plenty to do to keep her occupied.<br/>