It is about 70/span/i>21C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Autumn and Blackstone/span

Obadiah squints slightly, staying near Dovie and Esme, “I blame climate change”

Jakem nods to Obadiah “Yeah, Clim shouldn’t eat change.” he comments “Though I’m not sure how that affects the weather.”

Obadiah says “Either climate change or poor parenting “

The group comes out in a small ramshackle shack a few hundred feet off the side of the road. It doesn’t take long for Esme to lead them to the road itself where a black getaway car is blending in to the darkness. A man sporting some Promethean identifiers is leaned up against one, clearly waiting. Esme greets him with a fist bump, “Thanks for comin’ Clark. Clark, everyone. Everyone, Clark. He’s gonna be our getaway driver – bring the car directly to the client once we’ve got it in hand while we hightail it” She explains. Is there someone else in the car? Yes. Probably in case things go seriously wrong.

“Alright so.” She peers a little toward the gate in the darkness. “The garage is underground. Couldn’t get blueprints because this place was hard enough to track down, but there’s an entrance on this side of the property. We just have to get through the fence, past the drones, and avoid some of these roaming guards.” Easy Peasy.

//OOC You each can do 1 try roll to try and learn some extra info also if you like. i’ll distribute answers via private emit.

Jakem gives a wave to Obadiah and Dovie “I’m gonna get a look around now that the sun’s starting to go down.” he says into the radio.

Obadiah nods and goes the other way from Jakem, trying to get another lay of the land, but apparently Dovie went first so Obadiah just hangs out with Esme and Clark

Dovie speaks low into her earpiece, “Patrol drone at 3 o clock. between the fence and mansion, two guards closer to the mansion and one guarding a … shed maybe?”

Jakem comes back around “Oh, they’ve got drones. Cool beans, lemme see if I can figure out their broadcast frequency, so we can see what they’re seeing.” he comments as he starts playing on his phone.

Obadiah squints at the window a moment then looks back to Jakem as he puts his finger to his headset, “Good work Dovie. Can you get closer to see if you can figure out what is in the shed?”

Esme has her bolt cutters out, examining the fence. “I’m pretty sure these’ll cut through the fence easy.” She murmurs to Obadiah while Dovie and Jakem are scouting. “And I’m also pretty sure the thing isn’t electrified…just have to make sure we don’t catch any attention.”

Dovie nods at Obadiah and tries to creep closer.

There is a fence between Dovie and the shed, but she still might be able to get a closer look if she’s careful.

Jakem isn’t quite able to hack into the feed of the drones, but he does manage to avoid tripping any anti-hacking measures that could blow their cover too soon. Esme speaks into her earpiece, “Dovie an’ I ‘ve got a couple ah those jammers. Maybe we can try to confuse the drones?” She wonders softly, moving closer to the fence with the bolt cutters and crouching low.

Dovie manages to find a better angle at the fence line and can see that it’s not a shed, but an oddly placed garage door that’s separate from the house and not entirely subtle. That must be where they have to get into. The guards may become more of an issue though.

“It’s … a garage door? Separate from the house and oddly placed. Seems like where we have to get into, which makes the guards … complicated.” Dovie says low into her earpiece.

Esme says, with some effort, “…I forgot to remind people to bring weapons just in case. Did people bring weapons just in case?“

Jakem nods a bit to no one, cause he’s talking to a radio “Well Sun’s almost down, we see any nightvision on those guards? Drones probably have it, and there’ll be floodlights near the garage, but a possibility is to knock out the lights. Though that’s sure to bring folks over.”

Dovie nods and pats her backpack, grabbing her gear

“I got my weapons,” Obadiah assures Esme before looking around and putting his hand to his ear “I can make a distraction, but we’ll probably need to move fast to get into the garage.”

Jakem hmmm’s “Well I was intending to practice my mosey, but I suppose I can do that when we’re chased by wolves on our way home. A’right, hussle speed it is.” he says, taking a sprinter’s stance.

Dovie also gets into sprint position.

“Beautiful.” Esme murmurs in her ear piece as she gets confirmations. “I think I’ve got us an opening in the fence.” That thankfully really wasn’t electrified. “Dovie, let’s get the jammers ready. Obie – yeah just what I was thinking, try t’ lure the guards away to the other side of the property or somethin, Jakem – when we get close try an’ focus the lights before they have a chance t’ come on.”

Obadiah looks around a moment and pulls out his box with many prisms and selects one that he likes. With a flick of his wrist he throws it into the air and away from the other side of the compound, throwing a glamour after it, refracting the light in a brilliant magical flash bang.

Several things happen at once when Obadiah’s distraction gets to work and not all of them are good! The good news is that the jammers from Dovie and Esme go off perfectly. Dovie even manages to clear the distance to the garage and has time to conceal herself around the side of it before she can be spotted. The bad news is that Esme manages to catch the attention of one of the guards mid-sprint as their attention is drawn to that magical flashbang of lights. Some alarms start getting sounded and Esme turns to run the entirely opposite direction of the garage.

The other good news is this means that Obadiah and Jakem can make it to the garage without too much trouble because the guards are chasing after Esme.

Jakem just kinda busts in in a blur of green and long limbs across the dusk darkening grounds, far away from the distraction. He briefly wonders if they put guns on those drones; that’d be so sick. He should load up his drones with stuff when he gets home. Maybe parachuting enchanted dolls. “Watch out for drone paradrops.” he says into his radio as he sprints.

Dovie squats down, hiding, her eyes widening as she realizes that Esme is not with them!

Esme says, a little garbled from running and trying to keep her voice down, “Keep on with tha task! Get in ‘fore they realize I’m not alone.“

Dovie attempts to open the door and creep in as quietly as she can.

From the outside, this garage is exactly what one might expect a standalone to look like. There’s the front door and then a little side door for non-car entry. It’s locked, but there is a window and a brief peek inside the door will show it is entirely empty save for a staircase going downward that isn’t even concealed.

Jakem nods, moving to the garage door and waiting “A’ight, let’s get in here. Think there’s a window?” He asks, hefting his truncheon.

Dovie speaks into her earpiece, “A sooe

Dovie says “A door to the garage.“

Jakem nods over to Dovie and Obadiah “Figure we can either pick the lock or smash the window. I’ll get into position.” He says, getting ready to smash through the window if the door doesn’t get unlocked.

Jakem smirks “I’m gonna take that as an admission that you can’t.” he says, pulling back his truncheon before bringing it down on the window.

Clark is also probably here, but he’s just the driver so he’s not going to be very helpful, but at least he’s quiet!

The window shatters! It’s easy enough to reach in and unlock the door to be able to descend into the bunk if the group so chooses.

Jakem quickly does so, wasting no time as he unlocks the door “Lock picked.” he declares to Dovie before darting inside.

Dovie does not hesitate, nodding and sneaking in after Jakem, looking around after.

Jakem turns to Dovie and Obadiah “So, this door aint gonna be knocked down, and there’s cameras all over in there. What’s your plan for getting through?”

Jakem nods to Dovie, looking back to the door “I mean with computers and electronics yeah, but…” he tests the door. Old school or modern lock?

“We’re being watched,” Obadiah says, tacking point on all things arcane apparently. “Someone with fast scrying.” He narrows his eyes and then looks back to the door, “I mean I have a shotgun, but that is loud.”

Well this probably wasn’t what the group was envisioning when Esme said ‘underground garage’. This probably isn’t even what she was envisioning. From the top of the stairs they can all see there appears to be another door. There’s several high tech cameras in place and whatever lies beyond is anyone’s guess but probably not much easier. The lock on the door is biometric.

Did anyone remember to pick up that EMP that Hester tossed together? Risky but maybe the easiest route, depending. Hacking, of course, is also an option if Jakem thinks he’s got the ability to do it on the fly like he did with the drones.

Jakem nods a bit “Oh, didn’t notice that. Okay, biometric. Well, I got the prettiest eyes, so I … heheh… will get to work on this. I’ll leave the mooning your magician or whatever it takes to get rid of the scrying to you two.”

Dovie frowns at seeing the biometrics, muttering something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like… “… should have gouged a guards eye out -”

Dovie gives it a shot…

meant that for Dovie

Jakem glances back “Welp I assume you two took care of that.” he says with clueless optimism. “As for the door, voila!” he gives a few little taps of his phone, and moves to push it open.

Fate is not with Obadiah or Dovie when it comes to anti scry bubbles

Dovie does not have the heart to confirm, nor deny.

“It’s,” Obadiah starts then waffles his head to explain to Jakem, “A delicate matter. Very fickle, magic. It’s probably fine though.”

Dovie looks rather skeptical at the ‘probably fine’ but as a supportive partner, she doesn’t say anything.

Jakem nods with acceptance “All right, well after you two.” he says with a crooked grin. “Mind the cameras.”

Dovie nods and sneaks inside, ladies first after all…

While Dovie and Obadiah try to fight magic with magic, Jakem puts his full focus on the biometic lock. It’s difficult but just when he thinks it’s about to lock him out, there’s a clicking sound and the door pops open to reveal, well, even more of a puzzling scenario. It’s a single room. There’s a gorgeous looking, completely custom lambo in the center, gleaming in the harsh synthetic light. And there’s a 96bright right laser grid going criss cross all over the room.