Ace matches stride with Block so as to not be rude to his chummer with the shorter legs.
Keeping up the inane babble about sports, hawt chicks, & the potential deliciousness of BBQ wings, he even adds in flourishes of hand gestures & body language to complete the illusion of a bunch of guys out looking to have some fun.
He even points down the street in the direction Tiny indicates & asks aloud "Isn't there a strip club down that way somewhere? I could've sworn Bill from Marketing told us about a strip club down that way. Let's go check!"
Thus the sudden change in direction doesn't seem so absurd & uncharacteristic, given a bunch of Stud Muffins trying to find the Babes.
*Cough*
Meanwhile over the encrypted internal ComLink to Grunyon, Mister X, & Tiny he sends a text message:
"$Color $Company Van at $Location. $Plate#. 2 Inside acting casual. Overloading $FrequencyRange. May cause signal loss."
He smiles & nods as Block's message comes in as his own is going out, slapping his buddy on the back with a laugh of "Great minds think alike!"
Head swiveling like crazy as he chatters about trying to find this strip club, hiding the fact that he's really searching for Reggie, the Lady, Ghouls, or signs of trouble.
He keeps his ComLink scanning the airwaves for any ComChatter that might prove useful, like Reggie announcing his presence, the Lady making a Matrix search from a nearby node, or those stupid gits in the van deciding to mobilize closer & risk blanking out the area with their cheap-a3 gear.
((Perception, +3(Int) +3(Rating) +3(EarBuds). Rolls: 5, 2, 4, 2, 3, 6, 1, 5, 6.
Electronics Skill Group, +3(Log) +2(Rating) +3(ComLink). Rolls: 6, 5, 2, 3, 4, 6, 5, 1.
Electronic warfare, +3(Log) +2(Rating) +3(ComLink). Rolls: 2, 4, 3, 4, 2, 4, 3, 2.))
He really gets into the role, flamboyantly pointing at this or that, describing the nature of the sights, prattling on about what he hopes to find at the club, how many wings he thinks he'll wolf down, bets Mister X that Ace will "Drink your butt under a table!", challenging Block to a wings eating contest, blathering on about being each other's "Wing Man" and hooting over the multiple meanings, and generally hamming it up to be the Poster Boy for potential drunken debauchery on a late night pub crawl.
You know, blending in & being as inconspicuous as possible by being annoying, obnoxious, & the exact opposite of "stealthy" which would attract attention in droves.
*Chortle*
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