<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>Waltz, Fury, ZZ, Tempest<br/><br/>The walk through the tunnel was otherwise uneventful.  Nothing got detected or shot up.  Smooth sailing so far.<br/><br/>"Okay, this is it," said Ms. Frost, taking out one of the two cans and shaking it up.  She switched to general comms so everyone in both teams could hear her.  "Breaching the wall now.  It will take a few minutes."<br/><br/>Ms. Frost sprayed the foam at a large glossy plastic looking barrier.  Immediately, it started bubbling and foaming.  During the chemical reaction, it looked dangerous to touch and released some heat as well.<br/><br/>After the reaction stopped happening, Ms. Frost gently prodded the surface.  The previous stiffness was now of a chewing gum-like consistency.<br/><br/>"Okay, here's goes nothing.  Penetrating the barrier.  I'll go in first.  Everyone stay right behind on my ass and get in before this wall starts hardening again.  Leave the stretcher, but bring everything else."<br/><br/>Ms. Frost took a small knife and attempted to make a long vertical slice down the gelatinous material.  Some parts seemed to start sticking to each other.  Ms. Frost stuck her arm in and turned to enter sideways.  Soon her body disappeared into the wall.<br/><br/>"It's all squishy and warm.  I feel like something is giving birth to me.  I love this feeling."<br/><br/>On the other side of the two meter thick semi-gooey wall, Ms. Frost emerged in a small closet, just like the map said they would.  She helped pull in the other members of the team.  It proved to be a very tight fit for all five team members, with everyone pressing their bodies up against each other.<br/><br/>"Okay, everyone, try to get cozy a bit while I hack into their system through this panel."<br/><br/>The first order of business for Ms. Frost was setting up the fake alarm.  She got into the system and analyzed the host with no problem.<br/><br/>"Huh.  I was expecting some resistance at least but it looks like everything is off.  Findley's insider must have hooked us up.  Still got four guards on the main level.  One at the front desk, one on patrol, two in their quarters napping.  Okay, I tripped an alarm on one of the upper level labs for a chemical leak.  That should get their attention.  Taylor, you're a go.  And make it fast.  We're packed in really tight here and I've got someone's boobs in my face and someone else's junk on my butt."<br/><br/><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>One Shot, Tracy Grimm, Kit<br/><br/>"You heard the lady," said Taylor.  "Let's do this."<br/><br/>Taylor drove his van up to the front of the building and stepped out.<br/><br/>"Okay, Tracy, get us in through the front door so we can neutralize the guards."<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Shadowrun/Shadowrun%20Images/Perry_zpsb5942e3a.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Street Name:</strong>Cord<br/><strong>Sex/Metatype/Archetype:</strong>Male Human Go-Ganger<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong><br/><strong>Skills:</strong><br/><strong>Ethnicity/Age/Orientation:</strong>Caucasian, 20's, straight<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Angel<br/><br/>Cord couldn't believe his luck.  He thought he was just going to do some shoplifting and otherwise cause a ruckus.  He never thought he'd get his hands and mouth on a babe like this one.  He knew the score with this chick.  Maybe she was coming in from the suburbs for a little thrill or maybe she was the real deal, but either way she wanted a bad boy to take control, slot in and run.<br/><br/>"Damn, you a fine piece of ass, slitch.  Let's go into the alley and I show you how good I handle you.  I'll jack into you and show you my<em>hez</em>."<br/><br/>He pulled her close, even picking her up off the ground, and started walking toward a dark alley while carrying her.<br/><br/><br/><br/>slitch - derogatory term for woman, combination of slut and bitch<br/>slot in - have sex<br/>slot and run - hurry up<br/>jack in - have sex<br/><em>hez</em>- Or'zet for courage or sexual prowess<br/>