<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/D6yF5Gu.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Drop</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243890.msg12052519#msg12052519)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Hachi, Forklift</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fate Points</strong></td><td><del>1</del> 2</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Jane clicked her tongue, finally freeing the last piece of nano-shit from her precious rifle. She freaking hated nanites. Even when on her side, they always managed to work against her. Jane gave the rifle one last inspection before reloading. In a training course, she'd have to load a blank to make sure it was firing again- but she was loathe to make any additional noise.<br/><br/>With a tired sigh, she placed the sniper rifle on the ground, and clambered into her mech. She turned it on a second time and picked her rifle off the ground. Finally done with her weapon maintenance, she turned her eyes to the Jabber again. Her eyes narrowed, reading one of the team acting all uppity about stack-popping. Ugh, people who still clung to moral high-grounds. It was worse than the sex-bots, at least they didn't directly impair the mission. Jane maximized the screen in her suit's ecto, beginning to piece together a proper response. The trouble with moral paragons was that arguments like "the night-cartel are going to know about the mission now" didn't really work on them. It was ridiculous and made absolutely no sense, but it was true. The only real way to get to them was to bring up team safety- because sure, they might be fine with risking their lives, but would they risk the lives of their team?<br/><hr/><strong>Drop:</strong>@Hachi- We don't have the resources for heroics, Hachi. They already have ID's of your morphs, and they might even know Antimony's cover. Even if you let them be, a Filter will flag them by the end of the day. Since they're just gangsters, that means they'll be nixed, hijacked or framed into utter oblivion. If you just pop their stacks instead, we can get them to a vector once the mission is done and have the data properly edited and uploaded to a server. If you're really still conflicted over ruining a couple morphs, there's a proper channel for dealing with that and it's called a Guilt Tax.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>Listen, I get it. I do. They're all just people, right? The problem is, letting them just walk away from this is a danger not just to you, but the entire team in both the short and long term. The safety of the team should come before the future employment prospects of a couple weapon smugglers. We're not all heroes willing to die over moral quandaries here; we're operatives. There is a big difference.<br/><br/>(('Guilt-Tax' = Something many senior sentinels pay to get innocents murdered during their mission into a morph again. It's hosted by Filters and is extremely discrete.))<br/><hr/>Hopefully that'd do the trick- she had decided to tack on some regular BS on what would happen to the goons after this. Just because she was talking out of her ass didn't mean that she was wrong, it was just that Jane honestly didn't give a flying fuck about what happened to non-critical personnel.<br/><br/>When she was done, she flipped through her security feeds- noting that, to her piquant displeasure, her feeds were starting to go offline around the meeting site- preceded, predictably, by the place filling up with possible enemies. Jane rolled her neck. Great- things were beginning to go down there quicker than she'd planned.<br/><br/>Shouldering her weapon, Jane began climbing the Cable tower, formulating some mission plans during her ascent.<br/><hr/><strong>Drop:</strong>@Forklift- Good work. Long story short, Antimony's side-op went poorly. Once you pick up the team, head to a vehicle-sized airlock outside the hab.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>Something is going down at the meeting place- it's either Red Dragon setting up for an ambush, or the actual dealers setting up shop.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>What's worse, all public feeds I have of the area just went offline. I'm heading back out to get a proper visual. I'll update you when I get a positive view.<br/><hr/><br/>Jane clicked her tongue, opening the first Airlock at the top of the cable. She was having trouble about phrasing all this crap to their Router. She'd been very careful so far not to mention the actual meetup location. Orange was a pretty high level X-risk, and that was from just a minor skimming of data. Her team still knew next to nothing about the Nanite's function- making it all the more dangerous to work with. They needed- well, at this point they needed an expert.<br/><br/>Jane pulled up the chat with her Router.<br/><hr/><strong>Drop:</strong>Discussions with the Night Cartel went south. Teammates in op managed to secure the area and are still functional, though the mercenary known as "Kast" escaped in the crossfire.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>I've recommended a stack-cleanup for the nixed cartel members, and Forklift has managed to secure a buggy for transporting the team to the meeting site.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>Feeds of the meeting site filled with potential targets, before simultaneously going offline. Getting visual of the situation there now. Beyond that...<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>We have an unsafe lack of information on the Art so far. Our primary objective at the present may involve extraction, but we could be committing suicide if the color is a darker shade. If you have any inactive operatives in the area fitting the description, we're in need of an "Art Critic".<br/><hr/><br/>Hopefully, someone would be sent.<br/><br/>Before Jane opened the second Airlock, she readied her assault rifle. If anyone had been watching her, baiting her up top with a false-flag of enemies at the site of the deal would be the perfect way to ambush her. Well, what those hypothetically existent people didn't know was that nobody ambushed Jane-fucking-Allerberger. She ambushed other people.<br/><br/>Jane popped out of the airlock at the top, quickly swiveling around, her assault rifle at the ready. Should she be alone, Jane would silently holster her weapon and draw her rifle, using the scope to get a bead on whatever was going on at the area of interest.