The Doctor Is In

The Meet

Scrimshaw continues around the track now, looking over at Jam as her troll-friend runs off to answer his phone. He continues a ways while, then stops, sitting himself down on a bench. He watches, without ever once looking like he's watching, Jam to see what she does.

She runs for a while alone, returning her ear buds to her ears, turning on her music again. Her strides are quicker now that Linc has gone, and she seems content to lope around the track, apparently lost in her music and thoughts.
Jam's Cellphone rings.

Without breaking stride, she switches from music to her cellphone in the earbuds. "'lo?"

"Hello Jamileh. Are you enjoying your run?" Asks Johny, his voice somewhat monotone and flat, but his voice all the same.

Meanwhile, Scrimshaw has stood up and is stretching with the bench, one foot up and rested on the back, while he leans forward.

Wisp pauses, slows down, glances about her. "Keeping an eye on me, then?"

"Not particularly. Go back to running. You are starting to stand out. Never stand out."

Scrimshaw cracks his neck now.

"Run around the park once more, then stop at the bench where the big ugly man is stretching. He is your contact.

Scrimshaw scratches himself. In that masculine way where I don't have to describe it further. He then spits to the side, clearly not talking on the phone.

Wisp, snorting to herself, actually turns back on her music and goes back to her exercise without another apparent pause. She begins to slow as she approaches the bench, hands on her hips, the way people slow when they're finishing up. Then she takes a bottle of water off her hip and tosses back a few mouthfuls. "Cheers," is all she says to the behemoth on the bench.

Scrimshaw grunts, looking over at Wisp. "Brown bag. Hundred feet south of here, passenger side rear wheel-well of a Ford Americar. Got a chip in it. Gives all the details you need. Job pays you 20,000 straight up cash. Go south, the jobs yours. Go north, I take the job. Simple B and E. No inherent murder, rape or pillaging."


Wisp nods curtly, recaps the bottle and begins walking in the general direction of the aforementioned car. No hurry, and she's dabbing her face with a towel at the same time. Not a clue that's really Johny, nope.

A black Ford Americar has the bag as listed, hidden up on top of the tire. A standard enough black ops drop spot. Scrimshaw turns then, jogging off in to the park, his job done. Back to the hookers and blow for him!

The bag is tucked away for examination in private. Period.

The bag has some weight. A bit of heft to it, but it tucks away for later inspection.

Which is good. Wisp finds herself a stall in the park's rest rooms with her kit to change into street clothes, and once in the stall she opens the bag.

Inside the bag, are a map of the city, $10,000 UCAS-D (2,500 Nuyen), a small chip and a bottle of Hater-aide, ICE BITCH BLUE flavor.

The money is barely examined, the Hateraide moreso (is it just a bottle of Hateraide?) before she turns her attention to the chip and the map.

It is indeed, just a bottle of hateraide. Maybe just a bit of an in-joke. The chip is a standard optical read-only chip with a FUP interface; It can be plugged in to most any standard chip reader, some cellphones, pocket secretaries or computer systems and read therefrom..

With someone like Johny calling the shots, taking anything on face value is unwise, which is why the Hateraide was checked. (Along with the nuyen.) While doing as nature demands in the rest room, she plugs the chip into her cellphone to see if the contents will play properly through her earbuds.

Someone like Johny. He's a cuddle bear! The Dollars, not nuyen, are non-sequential, circulated UCAS 100 dollar notes, 100 of of them in two bundles of 5,000. The chip plugs in to the cellphone, taking over the LED display and playing across the ear phones without problems.

"Password Encryption: Please enter password"

Wisp pauses, then enters her first guess. She doesn't even bother looking for a password in what she was given. He's not nearly that dumb. The word she enters? "HATERAIDE."

"Access granted"

The LED scrambles then in to an image of a brownstone house on the other side of town, the UCAS sector. It is the sort of house that has no 'sides'. There's a front and a back, but the sides are other houses, with thick brick walls between them. Three stories tall, and long, but only about 30 feet wide.

"Your target is a book. THe book is located in the third floor library of this home. This home belongs to an elderly human woman and her young live in 'man friend'. He fancies himself something of a collector of occult esoterica. The book is a 1st edition of the Collected Works of Mark Twain. Weight is 10 pounds, dimensions are 11 by 9, leather bound. You have 10 hours."

The chip also contains a bit of floor plans, a bit of information on the neighborhood.

One listen is all Wisp has time for without people wondering what she's doing in there, so she takes her bag, chip still stowed in the cellphone, and heads to her flat to look over things again. And again. And again.

Architectural drawing of the house in question. Architecture; the first step to getting inside. Notes indicate the center unit is the one at question. The ground floor features three 2-by-2 panes of plasti-glass, with rating 8 Maglocs and integrated alarm systems triggered to go off if opened, alerting Knight Errant with a response time estimated at 2 and a half minutes. The front door features a R9 Biometric magloc openable only with the proper biological data such as a thumbprint and retina scanners.

The Top floors however, feature only R6 maglocs. Camera's cover the front and back doors, but not the upper windows.

As she eats a bowl of pho for dinner, Wisp reviews the drawings and details of security. The front door? Not even a consideration. Rarely is, really, which is funny: most people in the B&E business know how to get to other entrances and blow off the front because, hello, it's the front door and most likely to be seen. The upper windows, though, are promising indeed. And she can easly slide through one pane's opening once she's sliced the lock. Huh. But…

"Erotic esoterica? Mark Bloody Twain?" Whatever. Job is a job. Time to scope out the place.

Traveling to the location by bike, Wisp is able to avoid most of the gridlock that strikes Denver at morning, noon and quitting time. Zipping between busses, taxies and personal cars, it's just a blast to ride in the brisk 60 degree weather, the roads drive.

The house is mid-block on a long block of brownstone houses, each like the other. Very little uniqueness between them, but an imposing sight all the same. No off-street parking, with town cars taking up the curb along each side of the road. Time to complete job: 8:45.

Plenty of time, really. Always, always, always scope out the place. She doesn't even bother to slow down, because that raises suspicion, instead riding past for a few blocks, turning around and riding past again. Two glances, one in each direction, is all she wants to hazard. The drawing looks to spec and good.

«OOC» Wisp says, "Wow. Ninja will need to break in."
«OOC» Johny says, "Sorry, was putting underware away."
«OOC» Johny says, "And yes. It's not impossible, it's really just how you approach it."
«OOC» Wisp says, "Are the houses flush against each other or is there a wall between then?"
«OOC» Wisp says, "Them?"
«Game» Backup to offline storage commencing. Game may freeze for a bit…
«OOC» Johny says, "They are flush; two structural walls with no space between."
«OOC» Wisp says, "So it's up the front or the back."
«OOC» Johny nods.
«OOC» Wisp says, "What does the back look like? Accessible at all?"
«OOC» Johny says, "A full city block of brownstones with some sort of shared space in the back. Small back yards, by the notes. Security is apparently a step down from the front, but higher chance of being observed."
«OOC» Wisp says, "So pick your poison.
«OOC» Johny says, "The show is in your hand, the camera's following you. I am an environmental storyteller, for the most part. :)"
«OOC» Johny says, "So pick YOUR poison."
«OOC» Wisp nods. But this is scarcely my area of expertise so I'm nosing around for what OOC help I can get. ;) And that's what I meant. ;)
«OOC» Johny says, "Ah hah!"
«OOC» Johny says, "okay. If you climb up a building on the far side of the block, you can roof-run to the building you want to get in to with little observation. These units do not have rooftop patios. You may even be able to get in to a skylight from up there."
«OOC» Johny says, "Johny's drawings do not have roof top elements; a very interesting oversight."
«OOC» Wisp says, "Aha!"

The back doesn't look very inviting and neither does it appear that easily accessible. So. Late night entrance, quick removal and departure. Fair enough. Some sort of distraction would be helpful too, although … "Problem with distractions," mutters Wisp on her ride back to her place. "is that they too often look like bloody distractions." Then she pauses, glancing over her shoulder as she waits for the light to change, eyeing the block behind her.

The buildings are connected down the line. The buildings are connected across the… "The roof."

For the most part, getting to the roof is easy enough. It's still early afternoon. There are two times to do this; after the lunch returnees head back to work… and after they go to sleep. If one does the job in the early afternoon, it's got the risk of being during the day and easier to see. If at night, its got the risk of the marks being home, in return for added concealability.

Carpe diem. Riding back to her flat to collect her things, Wisp reasons to herself, "Now is the time to start trying. Just need time to pick across the roofs and make sure I don't get caught. If they're not home, in I go. Patience, all that."

Up on the roooooooooof

Once back at the flat she shares with Hugh, the Sydney native stuffs her things in a kit not unlike what students use to carry around their gear. She rides her bike to another area completely, takes three buses, and arrives four blocks from the mark with bike in tow. It's left with other bikes on a rack, locked safely. Then she hoofs the rest of the way and starts looking for a good entry point and time.

«OOC» Johny says, "Give me a perception check. Thats 'intelligence'. +roll Int. I'll give you, as extra dice, 1/2 the level of any security related knowledge based skill you have. If you don't know if you have anything that applies, type +sheet/allow Johny and I'll take a look myself."
«OOC» Wisp hrms. I don't…see anything?
«OOC» Johny says, "+roll int+3(Security Systems)."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Intelligence + 3 (security systems):
1 3 3 3 4 5 5 8 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Intelligence + 3 (security systems):
1 1 1 2 3 4 4 8 11

Hrm… Where to climb. Where to climb… Gonna need a joint between to buildings… some cover.. and a moment of quiet. So that means mid block, away from the intersections. The trees provide shade in front of a unit that appears to be vacant; a 'FOR SALE' sign in the front window.

Perfect, but…just to be sure? Jamileh spends a moment or two looking around, waiting, observing. Eating an apple, too, like it's the most casual thing in the world to do.

Yeah. The house looks like the way to go; it's empty, its mid block, there's a tree thats a little overgrown to provide cover should someone look… and its a little dead right now.

«OOC» Wisp says, "OK, up I need to go."
«Watchfor» Slinger (#69) just connected to the game.
«OOC» Johny grins. Give me a stealth check, an athletics check and then another stealth check. Stealth is open, meaning no set TN. The Athletics is TN 5
«OOC» Wisp says, "So just +roll athletics?"
«OOC» Johny says, "So that would be +roll stealth, +roll athletics/5, +roll stealth"
«OOC» Wisp says, "Gotcha."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Stealth:
1 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 8 9 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Athletics vs TN 5:
1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 5 5 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Stealth:
1 1 2 2 3 3 5 5 5 5 5
«OOC» Wisp eyes her stealth rolls.
«OOC» Johny says, "Okay. Give me a sneaky/climby roll."
«OOC» Johny says, "Err, pose"
«OOC» Wisp says, "Does it look like I need climbing gear or can I just wall run?"
«OOC» Johny says, "You can free-climb it. This is about 20 meters tall, which is beyond the range of your wall-running, so being all super mario, jumping point to point and climing, you can do it."
«OOC» Johny says, "Wait."
«OOC» Johny says, "20 meters is FAR to much"
«OOC» Wisp says, "Oh, yeah. I wasn't sure how high it was."
«OOC» Johny says, "Thats like 5 stories. But still, its beyond your direct ability to run ;)"
«OOC» Johny says, "This is more like 15 meters. Still, beyond direct ability"
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls 2 for "Old biddy":
1 3
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls 3 for "DOg walker":
3 5 15
«OOC» Johny says, "Rhut-rroh, raggy"

In daylight, wearing gear that screams "I'm breaking and entering" isn't really kosher, although Wisp would feel more at home in her armored catsuit. She straps her gear securely to her back, climbing gloves on, and waits for the right moment before she starts her ascent. No application of her skills here beyond climbing; no need to wear herself out before the proper time, and the space between grips and footholds is small enough that she can jump from place to place fairly securely.

"Now now Mr. SugarMuffin.. thats no way to act. Oh look! Heres a place for you to do your business. No, no talking back to me! I'm not going to take that kind of thing. Now, do your business! Thats a good boy! Leave a big stinker! Yes yes yes! Thats mommies boy. Thats a goood boy." The Dog walker pauses, then looks across the street. Did she just… She purses her lips, then pulls out her Cellphone.

"Hello, 911? Yes… I uh… I think I just saw a prowler. Do I live there? No… no, I'm not in any danger. No, I don't live there. Security provider? I don't bloody know! Well thanks for nothing!"

The Roof top of the empty brownstone slightly pitched, to allow snow to slide down in to the melters that run along the side of every building, to keep the winter fall form getting too thick and collapsing the timbers.

In other words, it's a roof. Licking her lips, Wisp finds the far side of the roof, away from the dog walker, and flattens herself. The core of the apple she was eating earlier she then throws at one of the nearby trees, one thick enough to contain birds. She hopes.

A few city pigeons fly out in a hustle of angry coos and feathers.

As predicted the back area of the brownstones is a rectangular greenspace maintained by the property manager, with smaller back patios and the barest hints of personal yards at the edges.

Wisp, keeping as low to the roof as possible, scurries along the surface toward her destination, keeping toward the center back of the rooftop. Now and again she glances toward the street as a reference for location. She would not want to break into the wrong place, no no.

Using landmarks on the ground, it's easy enough to keep track of your location on the roof. Quickly and without much effort, Wisp finds herself on the roof of the target home. In the back yard, an elderly woman appears to be feeding pigeons from a bucket of birdseed while a neighbor appears to be shouting over the fence that she's lowering property values and he's gonna take it to the HOA.

She seems unpreturbed.

_Keep yelling, mate_. Now is the time to pick a good spot for infiltration. If the roof doesn't permit something, then into one of those top-level windows she'll have to go. Not one of best options for this time of day, especially with that bloody dog walker having already spotted her. Blast.

As a matter of fact, there are several sky lights built in to the roof, including a pitched glass greenhouse-style paned structure that appears… look at that… over the library.

…. Really? The appearance of the glass there looks too good to be true. As she begins to check the paned structure for alarms, trip wires, that sort of thing, Wisp reasons that she's gotten bloody lucky, she's gotten a cushy assignment, or this is absolutely a trap. She has time to be careful. She has -need- to be careful.

While not trapped, the damn thing is alarmed ALL to hell and back. Each set of 9 pane is set in to a rumbler, which microscopically vibrates the entire set, fouling attempts to eavesdrop on the occupants with laser microphones. The panes that do not open are set with microline contact wires set in to the glass so that if it breaks, an alarm is tripped. The ones that DO open are set with contact strips, which requires somehow for the contact to be maintained to get inside to fiddle with the maglocks themselves. The hardware is on the OTHER side of the glass… this is going to be tricky.

Well, bugger. Figures. Wisp spends a gracious amount of time studying the security and considers what in her background she has done that would compare. Windows, whether horizontal or vertical or angled, are a common point of entry, and there's only so many ways to secure them. Contact wires, rumblers, contact strips…all things she's seen, but not often, in a private residence, all three at once. _Lot of security for an old bird and her johnnybuck._

It looks like one will have to carefully, slowly, slide a pair of contacts in bypass the contact strips, to convince it that there is still a circuit after you jimmy the window open. Come on, you're a professional!

«OOC» Wisp says, "Which is what I was thinking of doing. :)"
«OOC» Wisp says, "But I figured I'd need a roll. :)"
«OOC» Johny says, "Aye. To do it, electronics B/R test. TN is 5."
«OOC» Johny says, "Failure does not mean the alarm goes off."
«OOC» Wisp says, "So +roll electronics b/r?"
«OOC» Johny says, "No, the code hates the slash. Electronics B/5"
«OOC» Wisp wondered about the slash!
«OOC» Johny says, "Now you know :)"
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Electronics B/R vs TN 5:
1 1 2 3 3 8 = 1 Success
«OOC» Johny says, "Okay. I'm gonna give that a base time of 3 minutes. You only got one success, so it takes the whole three minutes."
«OOC» Johny says, "Pose being all mcguyver and shit."

The contacts are not only the easiest way to go but without an easy way to sever the contact wires at once - she'd bet they were interconnected, because SOMEONE is paranoid - they're the only way to go. Reaching into her kit, Wisp withdraws a pair of contacts of her own. This sort of thing cannot be done quickly, nor can it be done jarringly: any mistake will likely break the contact and trip the alarm. Oh, she could get away quickly enough, no doubt, but the job would be buggered and so would her career and future with Johny Wulfson. So she bends forward as close as she dares and gets to work, a millimeter at a time. Scarcely breathing.

The first time always hurts, it's said. That first time when your heart is pounding, your fear is a real thing but you want it so badly, all the same. You can taste the tang on your lips, the sweat you feel as it trickles down the brow. Out back, the pigeons fly off as the food is exhausted, several coming to land near the woman as she works.

Eventually, and it seems like FOREVER… the contacts are in place. You think.

She thinks. Holding her breath, Wisp begins to move the pane with equal slowness. Because it feels safer to do it that way.

«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls 4 for "Myyyyyyyyyystery!":
1 2 7 14
«OOC» Johny says, "Well. Thats interesting."

With that, the woman is able to lift up the pane jusssssssst far enough to get at the mechanics of the alarm controller on the inside, using the right tools. It's a bit… akward, but you can now get in to place to open the window fully and then get in to the library.

The breath is exhaled slowly. Before lowering herself into the library, however, the runner needs to have a look around for something not in the recon. Like, say, motion sensors on the floor, other kinds of security that will get her caught the moment she drops down. But first things first: she has to open the lock to open the window more fully to let herself INTO the bloody library.

«OOC» Johny says, "This is a standard lockbreaking. One electroncs b/r, one electronics, one electronics b/r. +1 Tn for being at an akward angle. Do you have any gear like microvision goggles?"
«OOC» Wisp does indeed.
«OOC» Johny ndos. -2 TN on that then. SO TN 4
«OOC» Wisp says, "On the last roll?"
«OOC» Johny says, "No, that would not have been helpful on the last roll."
«OOC» Johny says, "But this one, it will"
«OOC» Wisp, dice stupid. :)
«OOC» Johny says, "No. -2 to all of the rolls. TN 4 on all 3 rolls"
«OOC» Wisp says, "+roll electronics b/4, +roll electronics/4, +roll electronics b/5?"
«OOC» Johny says, "No, b/4"
«OOC» Wisp says, "On the last one."
«OOC» Wisp says, "Cool."
«OOC» Johny says, "The goggles effect all rolls. The TN is 5. +1 for angle. -2 for goggles"
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Electronics B/R vs TN 4:
1 1 5 7 8 11 = 4 Successes
«OOC» Johny says, "Very nice."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Electronics vs TN 4:
1 1 3 4 5 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Electronics B/R vs TN 4:
2 3 3 4 4 11 = 3 Successes
«OOC» Wisp buffs her nails.
«OOC» Johny says, "You take 15 seconds to get the faceplate off. YOu take 30 seconds to bypass the lock. You take 45 seconds to replace the faceplate. Pose me some awesome."

On the way here, she was pretty sure that someone took more than a passing glance at her. Then there was the dog walker. THEN there was the omission, deliberate or not, of the high level of security on the window. About time something good happened on this mission. Once Wisp is able to get the contacts met and the window up, getting to the interior lock passes with surprising swiftness. Within two minutes she has the faceplate off, the locking mechanism bypassed and the cover back on. It all happens so quickly that for a moment, a very brief one at that, she wonders if she made a mistake.

No, not to her, she didn't err.

After securing the tools in her kit, Wisp takes a washer from her pocket and drops it to the floor below.

The washer slides from the girls finger tips, spinning in the air, excruciatingly slow in its decent to the floor, end over end in seeming slow motion until it hits, bounces and then rolls out of sight under a chair…

No bars come down, no alarms, no sudden flamethrowers making the place toasty-oasty warm…

«OOC» Johny says, "Perception check"
«OOC» Johny says, "Thats +roll int"
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Intelligence:
1 2 3 4 5 5
«OOC» Johny says, "Perception is combined with intelligence in this system. Roll 3 more dice for security systems as a complimentary skill"
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls 3:
3 5 7

Cover me, I'm going in.

The washer rolling across the floor engenders no response, but there, as it rolls… a slight… very slight imperfection in the floor reveals a pressure sensor running around the floor underneath the skylight. You just need to land not -on- it…

Well, someone -is- paranoid. Wisp pauses, giving the floor a good look, then drops down at an angle so she - Allah willing - will miss the sensor.

«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Athletics vs TN 5:
1 1 2 3 5 9 9 9 10 10 = 6 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Intelligence + 3: - Spotting internal security
1 1 2 2 3 3 4 10 11

Here, HERE is where Jamileh Agassi can flex her abilities to the max. Body control, flexibility, stealth all conspire to give her a descent so graceful that it's a shame no one else will see it. Alas. On the way down, she can see that avoiding the sensor might be more difficult than originally imagined, and in that split second of timing she twists her body to make the angle of her descent more acute. Before landing, she twists again, ending up in a soundless crouch far from the hazards of that floor sensor. Ahhh.

The library is nice. It's got a tile floor, skylights, comfortable couches… and wall to friggen wall BOOKS. And we're not talking datapads with dedicated software, the neo-book of this age, but paper, made from wood, bound in leather books. From, right over there, the collected works of Steven King, to over there, in a glass case, a 1617 Primera parte del ingenioso hidalgo don Qvixote de la Mancha.

_Someone's overcompensating for something. Bloke probably can't even read._ Wisp doesn't do much more than straighten from where she has landed, doing so slowly just to be careful. And looking around, checking her surroundings. Her gut tells her there's one more surprise in here.

And there.. there's the final surprise. Unmoving, unwavering from her landing spot, she looks… and sees. A laser grid in front of the books, one beam per row… pull a book.. break the beam. Set off the alarm

Crikey. Giving her head a small shake, Wisp unshoulders her pack while looking around for that one book that she was hired to retrieve. No sense doing a bloody thing with the laser grid until she finds that book, if it's even here. If it's still here.

<OOC» Johny says, "Perception check, no extra dice, as you root through the room. TN is 5. Base time is 10 minutes."
«OOC» Johny says, "Its a big library"
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Intelligence vs TN 5:
1 2 3 4 5 10 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Johny says, "Takes you 5 minutes to find it. I'll pose."

The Collected Works of Mark Twain. 1935. It sits next to a small reliquary of other twain prints such as an 1869 Innocents Abroad and Following the Equator (1897). It's got a brown leather cover with embossed gold filigree writing. It's the sort of book a middle class family would have bought to educate their children and place in their own library, when such things were still status symbols before the intrusion of television and mass media.

The controls to the security here haven't seemed extraordinarily complex, but unless the controller for that grid is obvious, redirection is the clear choice. She has a look around, pensive.

«OOC» Johny says, "Give me an int+3( check."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Intelligence + 3:
1 2 3 3 3 4 5 10 11

The controls for the system are never far from the systems themselves, in a house. The old woman is home, so the houses main alarms are not active. Just Library systems. Curious that, but it also means the libraries systems are probably here, in the library. So, casting about for it. There, near the environmental controls (For humidity, temperature and air acidity) … a section of the tile wall that likewise has a line running around it. Likely a hidden panel.

Likely. She approaches it thoughtfully, then runs her hand along the side, searching.

There is a slight indentation… and when pressed on, it slides to the side, revealing a keypad and digital readout. It's a standard alarm interface, utilizing numeric and card-slide activation features. It's a Kreiger-Scholn 2055. Old, but still very serviceable.

«OOC» Johny says, "Lock busting, TN is 7. -2 for your microgoggles, which should should pose using, TN is 5"
«OOC» Johny says, "Electronics B/5, Electronics 5, Electronics b/5"
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Electronics B/R vs TN 5:
2 2 3 3 5 8 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Electronics vs TN 5:
1 1 2 3 4 = 0 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Electronics B/R vs TN 5:
1 4 4 4 5 5 = 2 Successes
«OOC» Johny says, "Hold at the electrtonics"
«OOC» Johny says, "Do you wish to karma that roll?"
«OOC» Johny says, "Or try again?"
«OOC» Wisp says, "Try again?"
«OOC» Johny says, "You DO NOT need to karma it. You can try again with no penalty."
«OOC» Johny says, "remember, each attempt is 1 minute."
[Watchers] #@$&*! Jester says, "At that point you gotta be like "Thats dirty, whats your goal here?""
«OOC» Wisp says, "Same roll?"
«OOC» Johny says, "yes."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Electronics vs TN 5:
1 1 2 2 10 = 1 Success
«OOC» Johny says, "OKay. So all told, you spend 2 minutes taking control of the lock."
«OOC» Johny says, "Also, give me a stealth check."
«OOC» Wisp says, "Blah. Bet that feels like forever."
«OOC» Wisp says, "+roll stealth?"

«OOC» Johny says, "Hai."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Stealth:
1 1 1 1 2 2 2 2 3 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls 3:
2 5 5

Old Woman returns inside, but does not hear Wisp being all sneaky

Sliding down over her eyes her well-fitted goggles, Wisp begins to work on the controls. She hasn't seen this particular setup in a while, but its age means that she used it when training. Familiar enough, classic…rather like the rest of the setup, where apparently much is for show and redundancy.

To be fair, this set up would catch 99 percent of the idiots breaking in to the house, summoning police response pretty quickly. The system blinks once, twice, then flashes green: SYSTEM DISARMED.

Wisp isn't one of the idiots. She at least has her uncle, her siblings and her parents to thank for years of browbeating. Now to get the book and get the bloody hell OUT of there.

Mr. Clemens, you dog!

If Mr Clemens thinks she's going to pick him up without one last check of security, including the book itself, he's got another bloody think coming.

Rumors of my terrible sneakiness have been greatly exaggerated. The book is nowhere near as old nor necessarily as rare as some of the others and does not appear to be individually alarmed. But. As you take the book, you hear the sound of claws on tile and the rapid breathing of someones little dog..

_Fuck. Me._ Wisp pivots slowly, licking her lips, tensing her muscles, then relaxing them.

The little dog looks like a pug, the dog that god forgot to make pretty. It comes up and over the top stair, glancing around. It spies the woman then, ears perking up as much as they can.


"Whats Wrong, Dolomite?" Comes the old womans voice from a floor below. "You know Julio doesn't like you in his library. Come down here this instant!"

The dog does not heed, and seems to be ready to head inside. You know. Where you are.

Dogs. They are always the most irritating part of this sort of thing. At least it's a chubby little pug and not, say, a sleek big Doberman. This is so not part of the plan. Okay…reaching into her kit (and tucking away the book), Wisp finds one of her ration bars. Maybe doggie wants a bit of a snack?

«OOC» Johny says, "Give me a Charisma check, TN 4"
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Charisma vs TN 4:
2 3 8 = 1 Success

YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP! YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP! YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP YAP! YAP YAP YA…. Food! OmNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNom.. You know, during one of these noms? You should probably escape.

.. NomNomNomNomNomNomNomNomNom

You think? Using the grappling gun brought for just such an occasion, Wisp fires at the opening above to try to get purchase on the roof and quick-climb the hell out of there.

FOOM! Wiz wiz wiz wiz CLANK! some more onomatopoeia here. The hook appears to set itself in one of the roof top features.

«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Athletics vs TN 4:
1 1 2 2 3 3 4 4 5 7 = 4 Successes

A quick tug ensures that the hook has set, a quick look ensures that the pug is still eating, and then a quick leap onto the rope is followed by a quick ascension. Athletic? You bet. But adrenaline is a good thing for the quickness, no?

Back on the roof, the sun is just starting to set in the western mountains. Denver's at a weird place. To the west, rock wall rises straight up to make the Rocky Mountains. Whoever named them needs to be shot. Lets just call this the wet river, the sandy beach and the hot desert. To the east, rolling, sloping plains that empty in to the Mississippi basin. The air is losing temperature now, getting nippy. The dog below is almost done with the ration bar, which will most ASSUREDLY give it a foul case of constipation

Wisp winds the rope quickly as she can and then closes the skylight once more. The old lady is not going to know at first glance - or so she hopes - that something is amiss. Julio, whoever he is? HE will know. Time to scamper.

«OOC» Johny says, "Okay. To round this out?"
«OOC» Johny says, "2 stealth checks and an athletics check(Tn4) to get away clean."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Stealth:
1 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 5 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Stealth:
1 2 2 2 2 3 3 3 5 5 5
«OOC» Wisp says, "Eeew."
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Athletics vs TN 4:
1 1 2 2 3 4 4 4 5 15 = 5 Successes
«OOC» Johny says, "You can karma the stealth roll."
«OOC» Wisp says, "How I do that?"
«OOC» Johny says, "Karma has two forms. Karma points, and karma pool. Every 10 points of human karma points gained, will turn in to one Karma pool. You see it listed in 'pool's on you sheet."
«OOC» Johny says, "You simply declare that you are using the karma point, and reroll any failed die on a TN test, or reroll all dice, on an open test."
«OOC» Johny says, "It reflects experiance and edge."
«OOC» Wisp says, "OK, I see I have a Karma point."
«OOC» Johny says, "DO you wish to spend it?"
«OOC» Wisp says, "How do I get it back?"
«OOC» Johny says, "At the end of the story for a plot, or at the end of a given action, if used in an action."
«OOC» Johny says, "Like a que."
«OOC» Wisp says, "OK. Then yes."
«OOC» Johny says, "So we're almost done here; it won't be gone long and you don't have much coming up to need it for."
«OOC» Johny says, "+roll stealth~KP 1/1"
«Auto-Judge[]» Wisp (#2025) rolls Stealth for "kp 1/1":
1 1 1 2 3 4 5 5 5 7 15
«OOC» Johny says, "Entirely my bad. And THATs a nice roll"
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls 3:
2 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls 3:
1 2 3
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls 3:
3 5 11
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls 3:
3 3 5
«OOC» Johny says, "Okay. Gimmie a 'getten the fark away' pose, shimmying down a drain spout, slinking off in to the night. No one sees you. You are a ninja."

Adrenaline is your friend but sometimes it makes you want to hork. Gear tidied up, the sunset conspiring to help her disappear into the shadows, Wisp finds the end of the brownstones and uses the drainpipe to scuttle down almost as fast as she ascended earlier. Then, rifling her hair and taking out another piece of fruit from her pack, she joins the others on the sidewalk, those heading home, la dee dah, toward her bike and freedom.

The pear won't get eaten. She really does feel like horking.

They don't stop the girl, with the nice book in her backpack and the pair in her lips. The sun sets in the distance, closing the back cover on a literary adventure.

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