<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Myriad, Nadia</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Afternoon, Hyton Inn, Renton</strong><br/>The Hotel's Host was a bit old, and offset from the main hotel network that allowed proper connection to the Emerald City grid.  It didn't look like the hotel provided any sort of protection for its guests, just a direct (and free) connection to the larger Seattle grid.  Nadia was fairly confident she knew which two devices were the target's, though as of yet they seemed passively connected and not active.<br/><br/>The Sprite was summoned and ready without issue.<br/><br/>The pair received a message from Butterfly.  |At the bar. Looks like 'weener turf. Scope any relationship between them and any other gangs?| <br/><br/>A moment after receiving the message Nadia noticed a new device connecting to the local grid, then immediately a blast of noise as it began jamming.  The person responsible didn't seem to care that they were doing so in a public area, or that they were disrupting all activity in the hotel.  <br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">I am still trying to remember some of the Matrix rules, sorry if it is disjointed.  The Hotel's Host is Rating 3 with a Firewall 5.<br/><br/>The vicinity of the Hotel has a noise rating of 5 due to jamming.</div></div></div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Butterfly, Stella, Junkcat</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Afternoon, The Guzzling Gal, Auburn</strong><br/><br/>Stella noticed a few bullet holes in the wall behind the bar, or at least what she assumed were bullet holes, and a number of oddly coloured stains on the floor that might be of blood.  There was a hair dryer in the change room, though an old beat up one that seemed to spark a bit as she used it, and she was able to dry her clothes without issue.<br/><br/>The bouncer looked reasonably tough to Butterfly, but not so tough that he could handle a larger crowd.  It seemed reasonable that more staff would have to arrive to keep order, either that or it might get to be a rowdy night.  The message Butterfly sent to Mr. Stone was almost immediately replied to, but with a generic 'do not disturb' message.  It didn't seem like he was going to be able, or maybe willing, to help in the short term.<br/><br/>Ronka was just finishing her call when Butterfly stepped out of the bar to talk to her.  She turned with a frown, once more inspecting Butterfly from head to toe before answering.  "Yeah?"<br/><br/>As Stella was preparing, and Butterfly out talking to Ronka, the trio heard, and felt, the unmistakable noise of multiple motorcycles.  Situated behind the building Butterfly couldn't see any better than Stella or Junkcat within, but it certainly seemed that a group of riders were arriving en masse.<br/></div></div>