<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/cqAk4tu.jpg)</div><hr/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Alissa Coen (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=56107)</span></strong>Female Elf<br/><strong>Physical Damage</strong>: 0/9<strong>Stun Damage</strong>: 0/11<br/><strong>Commlink</strong>: Hidden<strong>SIN</strong>: Alissa Coen<br/><strong>¥</strong>: 665 +500 Mission Allotment<br/><strong>Ammunition</strong>: 5 clips of stick-n-shock (Ares Predator IV)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Warehouse<br/><hr/><br/>The instructions had mentioned showing skin, and sexy and shadowrunning went hand-in-hand as far as Alissa was concerned. Before she'd left her apartment, she'd swapped her comfortable everyday clothes for her regular clubbing outfit, a short tattered skirt and stockings, a tight shirt that left little to the imagination and ended just barely below her breasts, and a weathered leather jacket. A pair of calf-high stomping boots, her sustaining focus on a necklace around her neck, and her power focus on its bracelet had completed the ensemble, and she'd stepped out into the cold, drizzly Seattle morning.<br/><br/>The tech was impressive as hell, and she half-wanted to show her brother. He'd probably get a kick out of it, but there were far more important things to do. She shivered a bit at the simrig, remembering the last time she'd used even coldsim. It seemed to affect her more strongly than others, but at the mention of the bonus, she'd allowed them to secure the thing to her body.<br/><br/>After Mr. Johnson and his techs left, she grabbed up some of the stick-n-shock ammo, and loaded it into clips that would fit her pistol.<br/><br/>"Where do we want to go to first? This Edward guy might have some info on other ways in to their garage, or know when they want to move the vehicle, but I don't think we can sneak onto a yacht in broad daylight." Her left hand idly fiddled with the hem of her skirt as she looked at the other women, waiting to hear what they thought.