<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Vivian_small_no_earrings.png)</div>Vivian extended her gloves hands towards the burning barrel. The heat radiating from the improvised oven kept her warm enough so her enhanced cyber eyes could continue scanning the compound down the street in the dimness of dusk. Half a dozen locals kept her company, gossiping and bemoaning their miserable daily lives to each other, but so far they had not bothered her. Standing out in the winter cold was not particularly comfortable, but being able to bring your own booze made that attempt at a social life a lot cheaper than any of the bars in the neighborhood. Not to be outdone, she pulled the wodka bottle from her coat pocket and took another swig. In wise preparation she had sprinkled some of its content over her collar for olfactory cover before replacing the rest with tap water.<br/><br/>Picking her attire had followed a rather simple principle. The locals were poor, and it was friggin cold outside. So she assumed everyone was just wearing the warmest pieces they could get their hands on and not give a rat's rear about fashion or style. She had followed that same principle, and apparently her guess had been correct. She blended in seamlessly with her heavy coat and boots, and even a thick wool cap on her head.<br/><br/>So far her vigil had not been very eventful. During the daylight hours the booth at the gate had been occupied by some low key security guy. Twice a car had approached, he had checked it and eventually waved it through. As the sun set he locked up shop, the gate closed, and he left.<br/><br/>There was at least one camera at the gate, maybe more. Linked to a corporate funded response team was her guess. So unless they had a plausible cover it might be smarter to enter over the wall than through the front gate. Though what security was in place there she could not tell. Maybe the net runner Roan was trying to squeeze out of the Fireman would shed some insight?<br/><br/>Looking more closely she could also make out manhole covers, one close to the front gate and another one in the alley that ran along the side wall. That might be another entry point, though whether the connectors to the estate were even big enough for a grown human to pass through was unknown at this point, as was any kind of security that might be in place. Better do some off site research first before literally going down that route. Going over the wall still seemed more promising to her.<br/><br/>Standing out here for hours the cold was starting to seep into her bones for real, slowly but surely. Maybe another sixty minutes before she would head home and report what little she had found out on their next meet up.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Skill Checks</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Wardrobe &amp; Style</strong> <em>check to "dress down" for her surveillance:</em> <strong>23</strong> total [1d10 Roll = 10, 5].<br/><strong>Perception</strong> <em>check for area surveillance:</em> <strong>27</strong> total [1d10 Roll = 9].<br/></div></div>