Re: A Devil of a Job
Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2014 5:29 am
Three nodded in the affirmative. "Everyone that could be moved has been moved. The two or three remaining kids with severe disabilities or other issues preventing them from being relocated are stuck with a permanent watch until this thing blows over. I can't recall the exact number of Changelings, though. Seventy-five or eighty, if memory serves me right. Jot thirty of them right off if you want to exclude the teenagers or those who haven't Changed, but who can defend themselves."
He tentatively held up a smartphone. "Archie has the exact census info on call, or I could just check in with the city's records, give you an exact number."
Aidan looked away for an instant, as if Preston were still in sight of the door, then stared at a blank spot off to the side for a second or two, and finally hurried around the bar.
"Tam!" he called out. "Tam, I've got an idea and I kind of need your help and Frank's with something!"
As he spoke, he thumbed his phone's Notepad into focus and hurriedly typed something, showing it to the others before tossing his phone to Aislinn and clambering down to the basement to meet with the Drifter.
We CREATE a Changeling, read the screen. Fake records and online presence. What did the victims have in common, beyond being kids? Ask Krampus - they were NICE KIDS. INNOCENT in a SPECIFIC way. Need to look at kids' belongings for patterns. Entice killer to step forward. Need the face of someone who's Fae-like enough + fancy Paradise holo-veil tech...
* * *
The laser washed over her retina, detecting it as what it essentially was; but otherwise fooled into thinking it belonged to someone in the Shipping and Receiving staff. This left Starr free to enter the cabin and ride it down to the garage.
"I'd love it if you had more options," hurriedly answered Travis, "but as much as this might feel like a game to you, there aren't any human-sized air ducts around," he joked. "The ramps aren't monitored and cameras only cover the sight radius and general areas where you'd be expected to be looking for incoming or outgoing cars. The short of it is that there's a ton of blind spots. Use them accordingly, but time your cover switches."
He scoffed lightly. "The next thing you know, I'll have to push a tutorial on stealth kills to your phone... Realistically, though - just don't be seen or don't do anything suspicious until you reach the mini-factory. I'll have access to Griffin's blueprints and workstations by the time you'll get there. You'll know you're there once you reach the bottom-most level and find what looks like an elevator shaft with no buttons."
There was a nervous, if mostly industrious silence. "You might lose me by the time you get there, though. Tech's progressed enough to keep cell phone reception clear two or three levels down, but this is getting to be too much concrete - it's not like Aldy's had a couple top-secret satellites launched. Plus, Nigel's turned his personal corner of the Shard into a Magitech version of Fort Knox! Turn all your electronics off on the last ramp down, or you'll have to have your entire Important Businesswoman kit re-purchased!"
Another scoff. "On the other hand, those sweet new Blackphone 6LTSs have pretty boss encryption capabilities... Maybe you should bork your kit - that'd convince the boss to give us all an upgrade - you could start leaving raunchy Facebook posts from super-secret I.P. ranges or undisclosed GPS locations..."
He tentatively held up a smartphone. "Archie has the exact census info on call, or I could just check in with the city's records, give you an exact number."
Aidan looked away for an instant, as if Preston were still in sight of the door, then stared at a blank spot off to the side for a second or two, and finally hurried around the bar.
"Tam!" he called out. "Tam, I've got an idea and I kind of need your help and Frank's with something!"
As he spoke, he thumbed his phone's Notepad into focus and hurriedly typed something, showing it to the others before tossing his phone to Aislinn and clambering down to the basement to meet with the Drifter.
We CREATE a Changeling, read the screen. Fake records and online presence. What did the victims have in common, beyond being kids? Ask Krampus - they were NICE KIDS. INNOCENT in a SPECIFIC way. Need to look at kids' belongings for patterns. Entice killer to step forward. Need the face of someone who's Fae-like enough + fancy Paradise holo-veil tech...
* * *
The laser washed over her retina, detecting it as what it essentially was; but otherwise fooled into thinking it belonged to someone in the Shipping and Receiving staff. This left Starr free to enter the cabin and ride it down to the garage.
"I'd love it if you had more options," hurriedly answered Travis, "but as much as this might feel like a game to you, there aren't any human-sized air ducts around," he joked. "The ramps aren't monitored and cameras only cover the sight radius and general areas where you'd be expected to be looking for incoming or outgoing cars. The short of it is that there's a ton of blind spots. Use them accordingly, but time your cover switches."
He scoffed lightly. "The next thing you know, I'll have to push a tutorial on stealth kills to your phone... Realistically, though - just don't be seen or don't do anything suspicious until you reach the mini-factory. I'll have access to Griffin's blueprints and workstations by the time you'll get there. You'll know you're there once you reach the bottom-most level and find what looks like an elevator shaft with no buttons."
There was a nervous, if mostly industrious silence. "You might lose me by the time you get there, though. Tech's progressed enough to keep cell phone reception clear two or three levels down, but this is getting to be too much concrete - it's not like Aldy's had a couple top-secret satellites launched. Plus, Nigel's turned his personal corner of the Shard into a Magitech version of Fort Knox! Turn all your electronics off on the last ramp down, or you'll have to have your entire Important Businesswoman kit re-purchased!"
Another scoff. "On the other hand, those sweet new Blackphone 6LTSs have pretty boss encryption capabilities... Maybe you should bork your kit - that'd convince the boss to give us all an upgrade - you could start leaving raunchy Facebook posts from super-secret I.P. ranges or undisclosed GPS locations..."