<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 rooftops, Hating her teammates</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fate Points</strong></td><td>1</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/>From inside her battlesuit, Jane released a long groan. Goddamn emoticons. They were the bane of proper, straightforward conversation everywhere. Jane's battlesuit slowed to a halt, checking over the rest of the messages. Running and inputting messages was certainly possible, but it was hard, and one missed jump would trash her beloved suit.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Anima:</strong>  I have a question.  Have you seen a place selling crab?<br/><strong>Forklift:</strong>Oh Drop! You're combat spec! Have you had a chance to try the new Gorgon assault rifle? The one Direct Action turned down because of trouble with the firing system on the mounted seeker tube? I've been thinking of trying for the blueprints to it and seeing just what I can do with it.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>And then there were THESE jag-offs. There were a lot more important things than crabs and cannons; what in Jovia's name possessed them to think otherwise? And who named themselves 'Anima' anyways? That was just 'Animal' with the L taken off, wasn't it?<br/><br/>The veteran sighed.<em>Greenhorns...</em><br/><br/>Jane sat her suit on the edge of a building, and began addressing each of the people in turn.<br/><hr/><strong>Drop:</strong>@Hachi- Duely noted. I'll be at the center-most location you marked, It will cover the most area.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>@Puppeteer- Being a shield is good, but be prepared to work outside your comfort zone on this mission. Elsewise, we won't have much use of you until we're setting up security protocol on whatever mindfuck of an artwork we need to be looking at.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>@Forklift- I have not.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>@Antimony- This cover looks solid; Could you make two more for later? One for a wealthy potential buyer, and another for that buyer's bodyguard. Be as thorough as you can.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>@Everyone- I won't be present for your noodle shop meetup. If it's visible from my overwatch position, I will monitor from afar. For security reasons, if you absolutely have to find me in person at this location, notify me in this chat no more than two minutes prior to your arrival so I know not to neutralize you.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>Happy hunting.<br/><hr/><br/>Having addressed the whole team, Jane adjusting the sniper-rifle strapped onto her back. She didn't really feel like meeting at a stupid noodle shop. Why would they even meet if they could do the same thing in less time on the Jabber? It didn't make a lick of sense to her. Whatever, this security slight on their part would give her a good chance to see who and more importantly what she was working with.<br/><br/>Jane hopped upright again, and set off on a new course: One of the city's larger central towers. The accuracy of her sniper rifle's scope precluded the need for positions lower to the ground. If she could see it, she had enough information to shoot it, track it, or whatever was needed... so long as the buildings didn't get in the way.