<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/>Angel was on the streets already.  Her fixer told her she'd have some work tonight and she should keep her schedule open.  Getting recordings for Findley served a dual purpose for her.  She got paid when she passed the recordings onto him, and after she made some edits she could sell them online to people who wished their lives were a little more exciting.  When Findley's call came in, she answered almost immediately.  "<strong>Got it,</strong>" she replied after the orders were conferred.  "<strong>I'll get right on it.</strong>"<br/><br/>She was wearing average street clothes at the time: a jacket that showed her midrift, a mini-skirt, a button-up shirt that was tied instead of buttoned that also showed off her midrift, and knee-high boots with a 3-inch heel.  So ordinary you'd think she were taking a trip to the store.  Most people in this area weren't exactly wearing their Sunday best.  If your clothes looked too expensive, you were likely a target.  Especially a woman walking alone at midnight.<br/><br/>Looking around the street where the op was to take place, there really wasn't much to work with.  A couple bars, other facilities, parking lots.  Angel brought up a mapsoft and looked for a place to start the stakeout.  There was luckily a convenience store at just the right angle to view the vans.  She'd have to move to get a view of the facility afterward, but it was a start.  Maybe she could borrow a car or something.<br/><br/>Her opportunity presented itself when a few gangers showed up to the store on motorcycles.  Small fast motorcycles.  They wouldn't be there long, and they were probably just messing with the clerk while a couple others lifted some junk.  Angel could work with this.  After ducking into an alley, she slipped out of her jacket and pulled her shirt off tossing it into a dumpster.  She adjusted her bra a bit and then pulled her jacket back on so that just the tiniest bit of her bra could be seen, creating as much cleavage as possible.  Her hair, which was unremarkable at first, shifted to having white and blue highlights running through it.  Then she pulled on her skirt a little to make it appear just a tad shorter.  She dug through her jacket pockets and pulled out some rings and earrings that looked like spikes and skulls.  Now she was a punk.  And those gangers wouldn't be there all night.  The young runner entered the convenience store to the scene she had fully expected.  One of the gangers was making a mess of the counter while the others ran around the store tossing things around.  It didn't take much for her to get the attention of one.<br/><br/>One of the gangers stopped right next to her and made no attempt to hide where he was looking.  "Hey there, didn't think I'd find something like you in a convenience store."<br/><br/>"<strong>You couldn't handle me,</strong>" she said to him and walked past.  As if she directed his actions herself, he followed her making his case.  A little whiny for a ganger, but one she could definitely take advantage of.  When the group of gangers ran out and rode off, Angel still had him tied around her finger.  The two leaned up against the wall of the convenience store and started making out.  She kept an eye on the vans, the only spot on the street where she could get a clear view of both of them and tried to direct the ganger's head with her hands to keep it from obscuring her view.<br/><br/><em>Now, I wait.</em><br/>