<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Boost: 'James Yao, Triad Negotiator'<br/>Boost: Triad Intel<br/>Boost: Subverted Airlock<br/>Boost: Patchy Coverage of Aug Parlor<br/>Scene Aspect: Overwatch (4 Free Invokes)<br/>Scene Aspect: Subverted Panopticon (1 Free Invoke)<br/>Scene Aspect: Fresh Exploit Software (2 Free Invokes)<br/>Scene Aspect: Sexy Little Lin (1 Free Invoke)<br/>Scene Aspect: Faked Hypercorp Worker IDs (2 Free Invokes)<br/></div></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Drop<br/><br/>The abandoned souks remain abandoned. You have a decent shot at most of it; the remains of the transport conduit provide more cover than you like, but run almost parallel with your sights. The remaining buildings are all thoroughly dilapidated. Even if someone could hide from you (not too difficult, given their scrapyard nature and lack of sensor coverage), the cover present would be unlikely provide meaningful protection from your rifle.<br/><br/>There's no activity there yet. The buyer and seller will probably arrive at the same time, and anyone hoping to surprise them are likely waiting for the meet to begin.<br/><br/>The souks themselves aren't too far out. The low Martian gravity and thin air mean that you don't have to do much to compensate. The planet curves away from you a lot quicker than Earth did, but it's not significant at this range. Neither is the Coriolis effect. There's just you, and a nice, clean shot to the target area. The real issue will be the cover. While it won't be enough to stop your rounds, if the enemy is clever and uses teh cover properly, the deflection could easily be enough to make your shots miss.<br/><br/>If you were shooting normal bullets, anyway.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Antimony, Hachi, Zhang<br/><br/>"Mmm... Yes..." Zhang grasped "Lin's" hips as she sat on his lap, pressing her down onto him. "Some of the bigshots decided that the Cartel should get in on the arms trade on Mars. Show the Moderates who the big dogs are." He pressed his face into Lin's chest as he spoke, reveling in her cleavage. "Brought in an offworlder; Extropian off a some Scum barge. They've got something big. The plan isn't to compete with the Mods at the low end, but the high end; show the big spenders that if they want the good stuff, they come to us."<br/><br/>His hands roved up and down Lin's back, his mind completely obsessed with her body. "The meeting is soon; next couple of hours. Don't know the buyer; probably some hypercorp acting through an intermediary anyway."