Ace sighs at the Troll's admission about a lack of a dedicated Hacker to do the job properly, then shrugs as he realizes that if there WERE such a proper & competent person to ask, this would be a job far above his own pay grade.
He looks down at his (Decoy) ComLink when Mister X beams over another batch of data, taps the screen to make a copy (to his Real one), & initiates a Data Search (via both units to make it appear as if he's not got an Internal one) on the
new info.
Hopefully that might result in at least a nugget or two that will further the DataTrail to work with, the better to find their Target for this run.
((Go Go Gadget GoogleFoo! Electronics Skill Group, +3(Log) +2(Rating) +3(ComLink). Rolls: 6, 1, 5, 1, 6, 3, 2, 1. Shit!))
Ace takes a casual look around the room as if either bored with or not an immediate participant in the current conversation at his own table.
It's still the laid back, nonchalant pose & posturing, radiating the aura of being Too Cool for this place (Snort).
He's got his kit turned to max sensativity to try & perceive anything he should be aware of, hoping to detect anyone trying to sneak up on or eavesdrop upon this meeting.
((Go Go Gadget Paranoia! Perception, +3(Int) +3(Rating) +3(EarBuds). Rolls: 6, 4, 4, 6, 6, 3, 3, 1, 4.))
After Grunyon whispers, "West 76th, huh? That's maybe a block away from the Natural History Museum and Central Park? I'm up for a Health and Welfare check.", Ace returns his attention to the table & nods.
In an equally low pitched tone & volume he whispers back: "Yeah, that's easy enough to do. We could either pretend to be tourists in awe of the neighborhood, or folks out trying to find a decent place to live. Either way allows us to
wander aimlessly, looking at everything, asking questions of everyone, & being merely annoying rather than obviously sneaky."
After Mister X says "Ace, you look the most normal of the three of us.", Ace will snort in wry amusement.
He'll keep his thoughts of "If I were any more Normal, I'd die of boredom!" to himself, the better to disguise the fact that such normality is both a blessing & a curse.
But Ace listens as the Troll continues: "That means you get to play face in this situation. I'd like you to probe the people around FunFix, and her living quarters, and see what you can find out."
Ace reaches forward & taps his ComLink on the table, brings up a map of the area around the Target's listed residence, studying the lay of the land.
Using his "Driver's Eyes" to look for routes to enter & leave the scene with the least amount of fuss, escape routes, choke points, snarl points, bottlenecks, & all the other hazards a Driver with a brain takes note of in their need to
either avoid them like the plague or make best use of their presence.
He pays close attention to traffic flows through the area, both vehicular & pedestrian, hoping to get a feel for eddys in the rivers that might make this job easier, harder, or impossible.
In short he's trying to ascertain if he stands a chance in hell of getting in AND out of her neighborhood in one piece, rather than gunned down by a GangBanger, OrganLegger, roaving band of Street Thugs, or the itchy trigger fingers of
the nearest Police or Security Patrol.
Another few taps to copy, and a mental command to his Agent to begin doing those very observations & evaluations in the background, while he returns his attention to this meeting...
((This will be done for any/all locations transmitted by Mister X & indicated in those files, plus any obvious leads the DataSearches turn up. If you want me to roll them separately just let me know.))
When Mister X excuses himself to visit the bar, Grunyon leans over to whisper something to Ace.
Giving it a moment of concentration to contemplate the merits, he nods & whispers back.
"If I still have access to the customer database, I can ''pick a block of fifty clients at random'' that ''accidently'' includes the Target.
I can then claim to run a check of each of the fifty to make sure they're in the system correctly, that their tracking is functioning properly, and that their billing is being processed as it's supposed to.
That'll tell us where her Doc ID beacon is, which will be a great place to start looking.
It shouldn't raise any red flags since it's a standard auditing maneuver to do random spot checks of the system to make sure the clients aren't getting services for free.
By picking a block of fifty that includes hers, rather than JUST hers, nobody should realize I was looking specificly at hers.
I'll have to do it as soon as I get to work next shift..."
With that Ace relaxes back against the seat, his arms draped across the tops, resuming his Super Cool pose, waiting for Mister X to return from the bar...
((Go Go Gadget Leisure Suit Larry Mode!))
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