Once Irina was off, Orell called out Grigory on his comlink and they hurried to his own car. The girl was probably still driving on autopilot, which allowed him to circle around and arrive at her place a little faster. The net didn’t know all that much about Irina Sarkova, but finding her place of residence hadn’t been that big a challenge for a hacker like him.<br/><br/>They took position in a sidestreet, hidden behind the garbage containers, from where they would have a good view on the ‘action’ that Orell had prepared for Irina. It was a clean mugging – if those things could ever be called ‘clean’ – and the kid had clear instructions not to kill her. Although the readings he had gotten from her were rather<em>cold</em>, Orell was still in the dark about who that Sarkova woman really was. Maybe she had just taken too many experimental slimming pills or dulled her hunger pangs with nova-coke or something. He had heard the modelling business was rough, even if it didn’t look like it from the outside. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry. If Irina forked over the money like a good, harmless pretty girl, then the boy would let her walk and he could call her in a week for another job interview. But if she was more than met the eye, then now was the time when she would have to show her cards.<br/><br/><strong>”Here she comes.”</strong>Grigory said a little too loudly and Orell shushed him, pointing at the wire that ran down the side of the orc’s blocky head and bulgy neck.<strong>”Oh right!”</strong>Grigory acknowledged  and his big fingers fumbled with the tiny control surfaced on his comlink.<strong><em>”Here she comes!”</em></strong>Grigory repeated, but this time through the neural link of his comlink, though his lips were still moving as if he was speaking. Yeah, not exactly a digital native.<br/><br/><strong><em>”And here comes Tomek.”</em></strong>Orell ‘whispered’ through the direct link he had set up with Grigory. The boy he had chosen for the job was still in his teens and a bit lanky, but Irina wasn’t really built like a brawler, either. He grabbed her from behind, getting a hold of her. Then things went<em>very</em>fast. One moment Tomek was still standing, the next he was down. A blade flashed in the neon light and then it was over.<br/><br/><strong>”Did she… did she just <em>kill</em> him?” </strong>Grigory asked dumbfounded, again forgetting to use the mental link.<br/><br/><strong><em>”Shit, I think she did.”</em></strong>Orell replied. Sure, the streets of Seattle were dangerous at night, and it was dog eat dog and all, but he hadn’t expected her to just<em>kill</em>the thug he had sent to mug her. It wasn’t a nice business Orell was in, but this felt so…<em>unnecessary</em>. She might as well have kicked in the boy’s teeth and be done with it.<br/><br/><strong>”I liked that kid.”</strong>Grigory said.<br/><br/><strong><em>”Yeah, me too!”</em></strong>Orell said, wishing his companion could grieve a little quieter while he unfolded the stock of his submachine gun. He had loaded the Ingram Smartgun X with<em>stick-n-shock</em>rounds, tiny battery powered taser darts, instead of regular ammunition for a live takedown. But after Irina’s ‘performance’, he was no longer certain that he really wanted to face her without more backup. Sure, he had the drop on her and unless she had gotten changed in the car he could be certain that she couldn't have much armour under her fancy cocktail dress, if any (OOC: Oh boy, is Orell wrong here). Still, the way she had cold-bloodedly ‘offed’ the boy had made it clear that it wasn’t the first time for her.<br/><br/><strong>”I liked that kid.”</strong>Grigory repeated, but this time it was<em>loud</em>, and more of a growl. Before Orell could react, his Orky friend had jumped out of their cover and came running at Irina.<br/><br/><strong>”Shit!”</strong>Orell whispered and took position behind the trash container, aiming down the sight of his gun. The smart feed placed Irina at 35 meters, well within range. Wind was negligible. Ballistic trajectory was free. Target cover was... Orell brushed the rest of the data readout aside with his mind. He didn’t need to know more trivia. All he needed to do was<em>squeeze</em>the trigger softly and not let go for a while.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Orell fires a narrow long burst<br/>Roll Result: Orell rolled: 9d6<br/>Second Target Number: 5<br/>Comment: Automatics 4 + Agility 4 + 2 smart gun - 1 range<br/>Result: 4, 5, 4, 1, 1, 3, 5, 1, 6, <br/>For: 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, <br/>Total: 3<br/><br/>Irina defends<br/>Roll Result: Irina rolled: 4d6<br/>Second Target Number: 5<br/>Comment: Reaction 4<br/>Result: 4, 3, 5, 3, <br/>For: 1, 0, 0, 0, <br/>Total: 1<br/><br/>This leaves 2 net successes. <br/>The damage is: 6S (base) + 2 (successes) +5(narrow long burst) = 13S<br/><br/>Irina resists damage<br/>Roll Result: Irina rolled: 8d6<br/>Second Target Number: 5<br/>Comment: Body 4 + 4 from armour (Moonsilver line cocktail dress and form fitting body armor= 8, halved against electric shock=4)<br/>Result: 6, 4, 2, 4, 4, 5, 3, 6, <br/>For: 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, <br/>Total: 3<br/>Result: This leaves 10 points of stun damage. Irina’s condition monitor is 8 + ½ Wil = 10, which is just enough to knock her out cold. <br/></div></div>