Time passed much more leisurely for Musubi.  Having no day job, but rather supporting herself from the incomes she made shadowrunning, making hardware toys for other shadowrunners, and the occasional temporary contract work, her schedule was pretty much free and clear for however she wanted to live her life.  Freedom.  She’d sacrificed so much to have it, and she would sacrifice anything now to keep it.<br/><br/>The day of the run, she didn’t even wake up until after noon.  She lounged about for a couple of hours, watching reruns of her favorite trid show and splattering bad guys in Paranormal Crisis, and by mid-afternoon, she started gearing up for her mission tonight.  She had three primary things she needed to do in order to be fully prepared.  The first was to make her gear selection, and ensure that it was functional and ready.  Armor was the place she started, since that was an obvious choice.  Her usual loadout of a full-body skintight armor suit, plus her favorite Aces High jacket, and arm and leg casings (just like Elisabeth’s) built her defense.  But there was more to these than met the eyes.  The skintight armor suit had been modified with special fibers to circumvent thermographic detection, as well as fire retardant ones.  And her Aces High jacket had been given special insulation against the cold and electricity.  After that came ‘special’ equipment.  After all, you never knew when you might need to do something…she had examined the locks in the station house plans she’d dug up, and was delighted to find that despite it being the station’s high-tech center, it was protected by a wonderfully low-tech keypad maglock.  So, into her bag went the maglock sequencer that she owned.  Musubi also added her rappelling gloves and the microwire that was her occasional entry to a building.  She knew that she probably wouldn’t need it…but probably wasn’t always a guarantee.<br/><br/>To her stuff, she added her commlink – more a shield to deflect suspicion than anything else – and mentally her Pathfinder as transportation and getaway.  Then came the last part – weapons.  Unlike Elisabeth, Musubi was strictly a firearms type of girl, having no close combat skills.  Like Elisabeth, she took a pair of Colt weapons – her Cobra SMG, and her L36 light pistol as a backup.  To those, however, she added her pride and joy, the gun she’d used to kill more people with than any other – the Savalette Guardian, a pistol legally capable of burst fire.  Taking the silencer she had bought for it, she stuffed it into one of the pockets of her jacket while loading the Guardian onto her gun arm slide.  One wrist flick, and the weapon would shoot right into her hand.<br/><br/>That done, she sat down at her terminal to begin part two.  Probing the target.  She would need to set up an account for herself on the Lone Star nexus, so that she could quickly get in and plant the wiretap while Miko watched her back.  She was delighted to find several holes in the system, giving herself an admin account with only two hours of work.  Alright, now to go to part three, and give herself a little…boost.<br/><br/>Musubi was a Technomancer.  A highly talented and skilled Technomancer, one that had attracted the attention of one of the Paragons, the digital gods of the Matrix.  He’d helped her, given her training – training in the ways of Technomancy, allowing her to do things that put her a head above your usual Techno, who were already leagues beyond the mundane hackers of the world.  One of those things was teaching her the art of widget crafting.  Widgets were special things that were solely the realm of Technomancers, special icons that boosted their already superhuman hacking abilities to near-godlike levels.  And Musubi was quite good at the art.  Taking another couple of hours, she crafted one to help her with her hacking skills, since if she was found in the node, she would no doubt come under attack, and the station would be alerted.  Besides…she was a big girl.  She could take on a little IC.<br/><br/>That done, she shook off the drained feeling that came with the crafting, and checked the clock.  The widget would last eight hours.  Enough time for her to make the run, have a few drinks, and get back here before it dissipated.  Gathering her things, she headed down to her bike and to the alley she’d set up as the rendezvous point for them.  Arriving half an hour early, she nodded to Miko and went over her gear one last time to make sure.