<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>LS Comm's cable array, Saltier than the Ocean back home</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Antimony, Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fate Points</strong></td><td>1</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/>Jane flicked through the video feeds of the intel site. Definitely abandoned, definitely /outside/ the Hab, too. She couldn't see enough to verify the entire area, not without being outside the dome first. Biting her lip in annoyance, she turned her gaze upwards at the skylight. The sight of an airlock gave her pause. Her suit was good for two whole days outside a hab. That was more than enough for a trip outside this damnable shell. Still; it would be difficult, and Jane had hardly enough knowledge at code cracking to crack that airlock open.<br/><br/>Jane was about to say something in chat, when it turned out that Antimony had gone and done something... stupid. Flirting in the middle of a job was one thing, but this... Jane's exosuit made a loud CLANG as she face-palmed with super strength.<em>'Goddamn pods,'</em>she thought to herself. Did that freaking program have any idea how much more difficult she just made things? If they were really dealing with a Titan artifact, its extraction would be twice as hard. It was one thing to infiltrate a position, it was another to do it with enemies that are already on edge and expecting a fight. The Night Cartel was a lot more dangerous than a pack of mismanaged, red lizards.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>#Vid feed of the abandoned area#</strong><br/><strong>Drop:</strong>Alright.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>First off, I hope you have a damn good idea of where this is going Antimony. If this Artwork is a masterpiece, how in the hell are we supposed to extract it when everyone at the deal is going to be expecting an attack? The Night Cartel can easily handle Red Dragons if they know about it ahead of time, and after they're going to be on the watch for anything else- like US.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>And while I'm at it, and this goes for the lot of you, for the love of all that is science, save your flirting for when we survive. Assuming, of course, that we can even do that. I shouldn't have to tell you that we're not talking in a simulspace whorehouse and we're not here to fuck. We're here to do a JOB. This is a high-security comms line for missons where the slightest error can put us in a situation worse than death. Grow up and treat it like one.<br/><hr/>Jane slipped her hand out of the Exosuit's arm a moment, to rub her own forehead from inside the suit. She was getting too worked up over this, even she could tell. She knew she couldn't let this sort of frivolous crap continue to slide, but she needed to dial it back a bit, before her explosion ruined the whole team dynamic. If, indeed, it hadn't already. The soldier's helmet made a depressurizing HISS as it opened, revealing it's pilots face briefly. The ecto she'd been working on was fitted into the helmet's side onto a removable slot. She slid the ecto out of her helmet and continued working on it, resealing her suit as she did.<br/><br/>She held the ecto up, and used it to take photos of the Airlock she needed to get through.<br/><hr/><strong>Drop:</strong>I'll keep surveillance on Antimony while she is at this meeting. Antimony, figure out a way to fix this.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>Puppeteer, I need your help opening an Airlock up at the top of the cables. I need to be outside the Hab in order to get a good LOS on the meeting area, and I'm no hacker.<br/><strong>#Photo of the Airlock#</strong><br/><hr/>