<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: Night Cartel Info<br/>Boost: Verified Network<br/>Scene Aspect: Overwatch (4 Free Invokes)<br/>Scene Aspect: Subverted Panopticon<br/>Scene Aspect: Fresh Exploit Software<br/>Scene Aspect: Faked Hypercorp Worker IDs (1 Free Invoke)<br/>Scene Aspect: Rigged Rover (2 Free Invokes)<br/><hr/><br/><br/></div></div><br/><hr/><strong>Tagging</strong>Antimony<br/><br/>While going through the local mesh and erasing evidence of your actions, one of your software agents performs a cursory scan of the recovered server. It found a heavily corrupted message apparently meant for Zhang. It doesn't seem likely he read it.  The AI does the best it can to recover the message, but there's only so much it can do.<br/><br/><strong>[Corrupted ID]:</strong>/-oss, the Extropian-/ /-ound a buyer faster than antic-/ /-e's setting up the meeting early. Should be happening in a little -/ /-er an hour.<br/><br/>The AI's frontend blinks an alert over the message's timestamp. It was sent a little under an hour ago.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Fallen<br/><br/>The malevolently insectile drone leads you through the darkened souks. This far out the neon and aromas of cheap street food are gone, replaced by the vaguely metallic smell of martian rust, dead nanobots and actual dust. The drone pauses and turns around as an AR glyph flashes in alarm in front of you, barring the path towards the drone.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>WARNING</strong><br/><strong>Atmospheric integrity compromised</strong><br/>Wear your vaccsuit at all times!</div><br/>The warning continues on in a small font, noting that a defunct hypercorp will not be held responsible for you death if you fail to wear one, and that by proceeding further you agree not to sue said hypercorp or its affiliates and so on and so on. A patronizingly childish pro-safety mascot appears to be standing in the corner of the warning.<br/><br/>Down the path you can see the occasional reflected flicker near infrared, the favored spectrum of those wishing to see without being seen. It's impossible to tell how far away the origin is, given how many corridors and windows it the light must be bouncing through.<br/><br/>The drone waggles in bored agitation, urging you onward.