<div class="floatleft">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Tilly2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Tracy Grimm<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Female Human Grifter<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Charisma and Willpower, Agility and Reaction<br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Social, Technical<br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Caucasian, 20's, bisexual<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All<br/><br/>Tracy closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She took a slow, even breath. These people were insufferable. This is why she preferred to work on her own. They'd said she'd implied things she never said, their best idea was smashing a car through the front door - ridiculous, and the troll and the chick with the rack were being extremely irritating on their own. All of them were content to trust her and let her talk when she was getting them more money, but now? Nah. Apparently not. This was what she did, but no one apparently trusted her to do it. Tracy didn't let the frustration show on her face. She opened her eyes and stood up, speaking slowly and calmly, a smile on her lips.<br/><br/>"Okay. Let me start by saying this; if I can trick Mr. F into giving us five hundred extra nuyen, I can trick some security guards into letting us in. I even had you all believing the line of BS I fed that guy."<br/><br/>She smiled.<br/><br/>"Now. The plan. I am going to procure some clean suits for us; the kind of thing people make microchips wear. All white. Sleeves, gloves, boots. It's a full suit. And some dust masks with filtration systems on the front. Easy to get. I'm going to charge Mr. F for the expense, too. We get there, I tell the guard at the door one of the lab techs called us and reported a possible chemical leak. Something odorless. I'll make something convincing up. I'll say we need to get in and they may be at risk for contamination. They're low level security guards; talk with enough authority and they'll let us in. I've done it many times before. We get inside, incapacitate the guards as quickly and quietly as possible. Easy."<br/><br/>Tracy pulled away from the table (making sure to grab the billfold she's put down earlier) and headed out the door, offering a parting wave.<br/><br/>"I'll be at the site at the appointed time. Show up or don't. Either way."