<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Bd637bbf0f04b95d8affc2c419808565--tech-art-cyberpunk-art.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/High-Quallty-Copper-Handmade-Chinese-Jian-WUSHU-Sword-Damascus-Steel-7-Star-Blade.jpg)</div><strong>Alondra "Trance" Anchondo</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1GlrUGZ02qPoflJ5SVBkWIjJ4lnj44cRTenQ4VjyvkxY/edit)<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328349.msg15735694#msg15735694">Quote from: Outcast on 31-01-2021, 23:44:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/HappyPunk03.jpg)</div>"I admit I'm particularly curious about the van.  <em>All-Foods</em> definitely sounds like a good cover for driving a van into the district... but I'm wondering if we were being dropped a hint about them delivering some special surprises.  Or custom orders.  Or maybe it really is 'just' the case that they actually deliver real, genuine, meat!  But that's the kind of thing we can probably find out, given the array of sources we should be able to tap, between us."<br/><br/>She shrugs amiably at her companions.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“Okay!” Trance chimed in, sitting down at the table with the others with a rum and coke in one hand.  “So, Yollanda, make a to do list.”<br/>“Of course,<em>Senorita</em>,” the techie girl's agent responded softly.<br/>“First item, and one you can get right on.  Search the Net for publicly accessible data on All Foods Delivery.”<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328349.msg15735694#msg15735694">Quote from: Outcast on 31-01-2021, 23:44:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Still.  I'd imagine that we could have a couple of people up front as the visible delivery team, and others stashed in the back.  So long as guards don't insist on searching back there, that <em>should</em> work... right?  I've never really been in a corporate enclave, I admit.  The van's Plan A for getting in, presumably?  And for getting <em>to</em> the house.  Are there any Plan B options for that part?  I'm not really thinking of any that won't involve the gate guards contacting the householder to check that any visitors really <em>are</em> expected.  And wanted."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“I can sit in the front,” Trance offered, “My armor jacket is pretty inconspicuous, and I can do without it if I have too.  Feels like they might want these deliveries handled at night?  Out of sight and out of mind?  But that means someone would have to be awake to receive them...  Is the neighborhood rich enough for full time staff in most houses?”<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328349.msg15735694#msg15735694">Quote from: Outcast on 31-01-2021, 23:44:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Timing'll be important.  What options do we have, for when an <em>All-Foods</em> delivery can turn up without arousing suspicion?  We'd also, ideally, want to be confident of avoiding running into other ones, driven by real employees, just in case they realize we're not meant to be there.  But once we're at the house... what options might we have?  If he's really as out of it as we were told, then he might have left a door unlocked or a window open, and we can just slip in.  If security's in place... I can give picking a lock a try.  So long as we can find a physical one.  I've no experience in cracking the electronic ones.  And frankly, I hope we have a better locksmith than <em>me</em> available: I've got the tools and I have a fair idea of what I'm doing, but I'm no cat-burglar."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“I've got your back here,” Trance offered.  “I'm a bit weak with purely mechanical locks, but electronic security systems?”  She smirked, “Net runners aren't the only ones who can make scrutiny cameras dance to their own tunes, or bypass maglocks or computer keypads.  All the Black IC in the world is useless if you know where to apply wire cutters.<br/><br/>The various jokes about, 'Real meat', which became more and more serious as the conversation went on, had Trance blushing.  Her reactions to the idea weren't exactly shy, in fact, she was grinning quite wickedly, but one didn't have to pay too much attention to the Latina girl—barely more than a teen—to start wondering if she was a virgin.<br/><br/>Trance fell quiet for a moment, nursing her rum and coke (with grenadine), but pipped up long enough to add, “Reb doesn't drink.  She inhales alchol, like a fish swimming in bourbon.”<br/><br/>Trance offered Roan a grin to go with her quip.  This time there was a bit more sisterly mischief to it than fan girl coo.  She quickly socketed the memory chip in the table's holo projector.  She opened her jacket to expose her revealing synth-leather costume and checked that her mirror shades where hanging in her cleavage.