<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e3/RoanQuinceCyber3.png)</div>The appointed hour was upon them, and Roan met it with an excited enthusiasm that was almost hedonistic. Attired still in dulled colours, her Mark III pinched between her waistband and the small of her back, the Rockerboy climbed into the van with a nod to the others, her hair falling about her face as she settled her back with an metallic "thump" against the door. Legs folded, she eyed up the others, smirked, and nodded again.<br/><br/>The destination was much as Roan had noted it to be earlier that day, complete with the busy foot traffic that had made it so easy for her to slip by unnoticed. All around them lay the remains of a rancid and rusted charm, one now canvased with a light settling of yellow-grey snow; and ahead, surrounded by three-meter walls, was their target residence. As expected, the guard-post was devoid of manpower: a fuck up caused by over-confidence, and the crew had every intention of exploiting.<br/><br/>Noises from her left drew Roan's attention away from the Night City glare. Trance, lost to her own reverie, was partway through assembling something - a grapple, based on a cursory look, though the Rockerboy did not pay it any further mind: the van's shaking had intensified, churned, and then faded to a dull thrum, signalling their arrival. Admitting the cold air outside into the van, Happy cracked open her window to better perceive their surroundings; she, like Roan, picked up on the faintest sounds of music in the distance.<br/><br/><strong>"Huh. Certainly sounds like someone's home. Take care guys."</strong><br/><br/>The Rocker pushed away from the door, yanked the handle, and then stepped backwards out of it. As she went, she shot the Medtech a lopsided smirk.<strong>"Keep her running; we won't be long."</strong>Pushing the door shut, she turned down the road towards the other distinctive vehicle she had noticed: that belonging to Vanaheim, their assigned Netrunner. Roan signaled for him to approach with an upturned jerk of her head, and then started leading the way to the wall when he had joined them.<br/><br/><strong>"Hope you're prepared to shut it down,"</strong>said the Rockerboy - it was the only words she spared the man.<br/><br/>Their point of entry determined, Roan stepped to one side as Trance tossed her grapple up and over the wall. Despite having chosen the quieter area of the perimeter from which to approach their task, the Edgerunner nevertheless kept her eyes open for anyone who was paying too much attention to their antics.<br/><br/><strong>"So, Reb, trust my work?"</strong>asked the Tech with a smirk.<br/><br/><strong>"Wouldn't be using it if I didn't,"</strong>replied the Rockerboy. She fixed Trance with the same grin she had fed to Happy, and then started to reach for the rope; Vivian beat her to it, however, and began to test it's strength with a single, strong tug. Roan watched her prepare to scale the wall without protest or comment. If the Solo wanted to go first, then she was entirely welcome to do so: if her body hit the deck at a quicker speed than it left the floor, then that would be a pretty good indication that their target was better protected than they thought.<br/><br/>Once Vivian's torso had cleared the ground enough for her to follow, Roan took hold of the rope and began to ascend as quickly as stealth would allow. She indicated to both Trance and Vanaheim with a jerk of her head that they should keep watch until it was their turn, but she didn't check to make sure they had done so: she was more focused on getting into the residence quickly, and being on stable-footing once more - the better to draw her pistol and shoot, should the situation require it.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">GM, please let me know if any rolls are needed for any of the tasks undertaken so far!</div></div>