<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>Jane's Apartment, Recieving OP</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/>The Dishes were done. The Armor was functional again. For the second time tonight, all three of the firearms had been cleaned. And, of course, there was only so many times a person could check for wiretaps in their own apartment.<br/><br/>Wrapped in her own silence, Jane laid back in her poor excuse for a bed. It was a cheap, synthetic piece of furniture; more gelatin than spring, and fitted with little more than a pillow and plain white sheets. The rest of the room shared a similar taste for sparseness, completely uniform in substandard quality, save for the lumbering Battlesuit that stood in the corner looking dejected. Occasionally, Jane felt worried about that. For a place she spent so much time, she'd never imagined it would look so empty. If she didn't know any better, she'd say that no one lived here at all. Jane could remember her parents house, from before the Fall, and how it always felt so welcoming, decorated with treasured belongings and heartfelt memories. By comparison, living in this small hole in the wall was a dull, gray existence. These days, she could only feel at ease in such places. Trinkets were nothing more than hiding spots for spiders, cameras, nanobots...<br/><br/>Jane unsheathed a knife holstered to her ankle and held it close to her belly, toying with it in her hands while she staring blankly at the ceiling. This was how she passed the time when off duty. Hours, just fiddling with a tactical knife, staring at the slowly forming rust accumulating on the ceiling of her cell-like apartment. Sometimes, when she was in a darker place, she'd start her long hours of waiting without her knife, for fear of what she might do with it. Right now though, she felt safer having it in hand. Just in case.<br/><br/>Always, just in case.<br/><br/>Across the room, but not very far at all, A mostly-unused ecto on Jane's desk made a small 'ping!' Time for work. Jane sighed, picking the Ecto up off the table, viewing the message. "Art" meant tech flagged as TITAN-related. Greaaat. Even if this sort of OP was the reason why Jane joined Firewall, they were always the absolute worst. Sure, you could steal it, but would you survive owning it? Not f*cking likely. Jane sat up, swiping her finger across the surface of her ecto. With a forlorn look, she moved on to the dreaded unit profiles; all those people she'd have to tolerate for the next day or two minimum.<br/><br/>Mesh-head. Engineer. Doc. CQC Spec. And what sounded like a spy. Fairly diverse, Jane could see a few of them being useful this time around. Jane detested working with other people, but research and impersonation were pretty far out of her reach. Nothing for it, she supposed. She'd better set up an overwatch.<br/><br/>Jane hopped out of her bed, spending a minute to copy the profiles and mission statement over to the Ecto installed on her battlesuit. For Jane, the imposing exoskeleton was her mobile headquarters; her Fort Knox of protection. She slid into her fortress of solitude, the heavy suit fitting over the woman like a perfectly proportioned glove, and closed around her like a second skin.<br/><br/>While waiting for the suit to power up its systems, she began to start up a Jabber conversation with the others. It was better to start these early, rather than later. Jane preferred this, because it meant she could set the tone for the whole chat; buisnesslike.<br/><br/><hr/># Start Æther Jabber #<br/># Active Members: 6 #<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>Combat Spec here. About to use rooftops to establish Overwatch.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>LS is difficult to search through on a good day, but if there's actually an auction going on, and the message wasn't just trying to be clever with embellishing it's words, these will always attract certain types.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>The best plan is to be on the lookout for wealthy looking morphs, either in an expensive vehicle or accompanied by a bodyguard attaché, especially if the bodyguards are Fury's. You'd think they'd just switch to a rusters to stay under the radar, but they never do. If you find something like that, tail them and see what they're up to. In the meantime, if any of you are buddies with the local syndicates or are just tech-savvy, you should do some digging on the mesh for anything that fits the profile for an illegal auction. Shipments of Forks, DRM-free fabbers, et cetra. You'd probably know better than I do.<br/><strong>Drop:</strong>Any questions?<br/><hr/><br/>With the opening statement made, Jane tested the joints on her suit. Freshly oiled, like always. She spent a couple minutes collecting her large assortment of weapons, before opening a large window to her third-story apartment. Without a moment's hesitation, she simply hopped out, dropping onto a rooftop around twenty feet below. In a normal body that'd hurt her knees a bit, but the suit was good for it. Now outside, she began parkouring about the rooftops, looking for a high vantage point to get a look at Little Shanghai's tangled streets from a bird's eye view.