So Collectable! Much Impeccable!
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 Rare and Limited Memorabilia | |||||||||
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Barracuda Strobe Wrifter Pell | |||||||||
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Summary
Man with too much money pays criminal professionals so that he doesn't have to stand in line.
Background
The buzz in the matrix gaming scene is focused on the upcoming title, Corsairs of the Seven Seas 6. The anticipated follow-up to the controversial, Corsairs of the Seven Seas 5, it promises an return to form, an enticing call to all fans of the franchise, including one Agustin Diaz. Agustin, a long time fan of the line, was ecstatic at the news and quickly became consumed by the leadup. Once he heard that a nearby Gaming and Matrix supply store, GameCo, was going to be hosting a launch event, he knew that he had to get his hands on the limited edition merch. To his horror though, with the event the next day, people had already begun to line up outside, waiting for a chance to get their grubby hands on what should be his. As standing like a plebian outside a GameCo was below him, he needed to contract outside help to get the prize.
The Meet
Agustin called for a evening meet in a grimy Renton parking lot. Pell arrived first, hiding in a corner for reasons. Not long after, Strobe roared in inside her heavily modified vehicle, causing a noise hazard for quite some distance. The other two just kind of showed up eventually. Pell, hiding still, made contact over DNI, as they waited for the J to arrive. As they made awkward small talk standing around in the relatively empty parking lot, time passed and the J still hadn't shown. Eventually, late and unhurried, a limo pulled into the lot.
With a practice air, Agustin strode out, surveying his hired minions. The minions were not impressed at first glance. Further conversation confirmed their opinions. Agustin was a self-centered, arrogant, corporate prick. However, he was a drekhead that was paying. Agustin explained the situation, telling the group about the importance of the upcoming game, and of the replica ship he needed to acquire. Strobe, by chance, actually had played the previous title and spoke up in defense of it when Agustin trashed it. They had a quick spat on the superiority of modern vs classical naval gaming, before remembering the positions they were in and continuing the negotiations. Led by Barracuda, and aided by the team, they managed to score pay beyond "exposure", with the promise of 2000 nuyen for the each of them. With that, Agustin tossed them a burner commlink and left, leaving the team to their task.
The Plan
The team hopped in Strobe's van and headed over to the store. Parking about a block away, Strobe deployed her Flyspy drone to scout the surrounding area. While that was in progress, Pell was gazing around and noticed something concerning. There was a Knight Errant patrol car parked nearby. As Strobe finished her perimeter sweep, she carefully flew the drone closer to the vehicle to see what dangers lurked within. With trepidation, the drone lowered, growing ever closer, only to ultimately reveal a KE goon sleeping on the job. With that reassurance, the team committed to scouting out the GameCo further. Strobe, with a few attempts, managed to use their Flyspy to surveil part of the store's interior. Pell, at the same time, walked over to the store and peeked around. Their searches revealed a seemingly deserted store, aside from the dedicated fans camping out front. Further checks via the matrix seemed to confirm that no one really was inside.
The team devised a two part plan. Strobe would distract the nerdy mob out front, using her actual knowledge about what they were here for to keep their attention away from the store. The rest of the team would sneak in the back entrance, magically spoofing the feed on the exterior camera, and breaking in.
The Run
Pell flawlessly fooled the camera, and then also used a spirit to conceal the team, hiding them from what could lurk within.