<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bf/New_EP_IamMk22.jpeg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Mark 22</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=243890.msg12052540#msg12052540)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Little Shanghai/introduction</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Team, Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Fate Points</strong></td><td>2</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Moderate Consequence (4)  </strong></td><td>---</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Major Consequence (6)</strong></td><td>---</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Mark was not a fan of Little Shanghai... As he walked in his Pod along it's dirty souk alleys, he was reminded of media files he saw on the Mesh of the 20th Century's 1970s Manhattan at night or the most stink crime ridden area of the classic old media 'Blade Runner'. Yet here he was, feeling the chill under his smart clothes set up as a thick winter parka on another job for Firewall. AR entropics rolled out a realtime overhead view photographic GPS map tab to keep him on the right track as he consistently looked over a second Mesh tab that showed his Muse, 'Big Sis' monitoring his health events as she was dressed in a little nurses uniform. Little Shanghai had a rep, most travel agencies would say 'don't look at the signs, don't breathe the air' for want of experimental hypercorporate invasive memes and errant wild basilisk hacks out in the open.<br/><br/>Mark looked over the message on an AR entropic as he walked the alleys of the souk once more and at the team he would be with for this mission; and what a team it'd be... The Routers always managed to put Mark with sentinels that were kooky at best and a liability at worst...<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">&lt;Mark, a comm request is coming from one of the Sentinels... Shall I scan for malware and connect?&gt;</span>Big Sis asked in a sweet upper class English-accented tone to their AGI master.<em>~Yes please to both, Big Sis...~</em>he answered. Once in on the comms, Big Sis remarked that she scanned the map that the Exptropian gunbunny sent and it was clean and okay to open and view, Mark made his arrival known...<br/><br/><hr/># Joining Æther Jabber #<br/># Active Members: 6 #<br/><strong>Puppeteer:</strong>Hia everyone! ^__^ A pleasure to be working with you!<br/><strong>Puppeteer:</strong>I'm the Puppeteer and my specialty is network security upkeep and programming of various 'wares... I guess if Antimony is a sword, that makes me the shield. ^__^<br/><strong>Puppeteer:</strong>I am pretty good at sifting information as required... If Antimony can get me access into a place on the Mesh that holds intel, I am excellent at unnoticed sniffing of anything that may be of import. At first we need a lead. I can perhaps program a quick script to help scan over where a meet could potentially be held, perhaps?<br/><hr/>