<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 (2 Free Invokes)<br/>Scene Aspect: Subverted Panopticon (1 Free Invoke)<br/>Scene Aspect: Fresh Exploit Software (2 Free Invokes)<br/>Scene Aspect: Pretty Little Lin (2 Free Invokes)<br/>Scene Aspect: Faked Hypercorp Worker IDs (2 Free Invokes)<br/></div></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tagging </strong>Drop<br/><br/>You're able to locate the aug parlor, but are unable to get a clean shot at it. It looks like the Cartel has locked down most of the cameras in the immediate area for their own network. What little you can see is patchy and low resolution, mostly gleaned from your allies feeds and from longer ranged sensors.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tagging </strong>Drop, Router<br/><br/><strong>[? ? ?]:</strong>Acknowledged.<br/><strong>[? ? ?]:</strong>Keep us informed as the situation develops.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tagging </strong>Puppeteer<br/><br/>You're able to generate a collection of low-level Fa Jing worker IDs, allowing you to pass as the kind of stooges a hypercorp higher up would use to avoid getting their own hands dirty.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tagging </strong>Antimony, Hachi, Zhang<br/><br/>The tattooed Bruiser nodded dumbly as Antimony slinked up against him. "[Yeah... alright...]" Turning around, he motioned for the Daitya to stand aside. The yellow synth shrugged and stepped away from the door, allowing Antimony to enter and for the Bruiser to bang his head on the doorframe. After cursing in Japanese, the Bruiser pointed one arm inside while rubbing his forehead with the other.<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah, just go inside. I hate this fuckin' morph..."<br/><br/>The Daitya laughed. "[Told'ya ya should'a gone with synth if you wanted to be ridiculously tall.]"<br/><br/>As you enter the building, the pair continue their debate, crudely arguing the merits of metal and flesh. Their debate quickly devolves into an argument revolving around sexual intercourse with the pretty lady who they think is finally out of earshot.<br/><br/>This particular group of Night Cartel thugs is probably mostly former Yakuza, judging by Japanese text and cultural artifacts decorate most of the interior. A series of AR glyphs directs you to Zhang's 'office'. It's seperated from the main floor of the warehouse, but still below the catwalks, and has a view of the entire operation. The office is littered with various criminal paraphernalia; firearms, drugs, personal augmentations of dubious legality, stacks of various non-traceable semi-currencies (gold is present, as are containers of radioactive isotopes).<br/><br/>Zhang greets you with a smile, opening his arms as you enter. "Ah, Lin! So good to see you again! So tell me-" He presses his thumb into his curled index finger, blacking out the windows and granting you a measure of privacy. "Shall we get right down to business or have some fun first?"