BELT Bad Guys

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  1. Lyla

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    Lyla was in the process of muttering a slew of colorful curses in a mixture of belter creole, english, and spanish all at once when Tadgh's question interrupted her mid-rant. She didn't even think before she nudged her comm on with a quick movement with her jaw, the last few words clipping onto the channel. "... im pinches imbeciles." The slight echo of her own voice alerted her to the fact that she was broadcasting, and she quickly fell back into a more professional tone.

    "Give me a moment. These idiots don't know how to properly label anything, I swear. It doesn't help that you all decided to split up within five minutes of setting foot outside the ship." She muttered, flipping through the displays as quickly as she could. With a few taps of her fingers she could command the entire system to track each one of their hand terminals for her, but that would run the risk of someone noticing the dynamic updates that would pop up as a result. This meant that she was having to skip camera to camera as the different groups moved through the tunnels.

    The captain had been her first priority to keep track of, since he had made the decision to venture off alone. Internally, Lyla scolded Maguire's impulsiveness, but she knew that now wasn't the time to tell him how stupid he was being. A camera display was pinned to the top right corner of her tablet, showing the captain's "meeting". When Tadgh had called her, she had been in the process of trying to get the audio to play properly, while also trying to keep track of where the rest of the crew was.

    Each task required quite a bit of attention, and Lyla knew that she was letting her immediate situational awareness slip. Considering she was tucked away in a half abandoned elevator shaft with an environmental suit on, she reasoned that if something had to go on the back burner, it was that.

    A few seconds later, she found the earther and his lanky belter companion. "I've got you both now. Looks like the captain found his friends. I don't see anyone coming to other lift to head you off, so Omar and Alanna should be good to head down as well. As a heads up, there are quite a few patrols roaming through that common area though."

    Her screen flickered for a brief moment and the woman frowned beneath her face plate. "What the hell... was that?" She leaned forward in her sling to check her connection port and then inspected the wire to ensure that something hadn't popped loose -- everything seemed to be in proper working order.
     
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  2. Steven Maguire

    Steven Maguire Gotta keep flyin'.

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    This was a new low, even for the Earthers and their sloppy inventory. Some inner Martian core cried out in protest, which manifested in the current-day Maguire as a sort of vague unease.

    "You lost ship-killers?"

    "Let's not be dramatic. The Shrike model H is newer with improved steering and guidance subsystems, but we keep a close eye on fusion-tipped ordnance. No, the items in question here are sunburns - sub-fusion yield warheads. Dangerous weapons, but not intended for capital-ship warfare."

    "I guess you'd like them back. How do I fit into this?"

    "We - that is, the Office - have been tracking a black-market arms dealer for some time. They are more intelligent than your average crew, and have been able to avoid us - they have some presence in Navy logistics, and can manipulate shipments in a way that is hard to detect."

    Maguire tried to peer at the world with a spook's perspective.

    "You think they arrange for supplies to be lost?"

    Those eyes sparkled.

    "Quite."

    "And that would be why Navy missiles are being shipped through a tiny place like this."

    "We shall make an analyst out of you yet, Nehalem. We would like the buyer, so that we can use them to find the dealer."

    The Earther spook snapped the hand terminal closed and walked towards him, stopping at a distance just close enough to be uncomfortable. Maguire checked an instinct to step backwards. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book, and he was a damn sight too old to fall for that.

    "Your turn, Nehalem. What's your job? It has to be related."

    The trouble with spooks, Captain Maguire reflected, was that they were all too good at making it inconvenient to lie to them. Which was not the same as convincing people to tell them the truth, but probably more effective.
     
  3. Tadgh

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    @Alanna Marston @Omar Martinez @Lyla @Steven Maguire

    "Repeat that last bit Red?" Tadgh asked over the comms. He heard and felt the lift behind him heading back towards the surface of Callisto. Ahead of them he saw a miner in heavy workwear emerge from a building. He looked back up towards Tadgh and then put something on the roof of a cart before walking away.

    "I think we have our getaway cart."

    The vehicle was built for rough roads carved through the base of the cavern, not for speed. It was useful for tying up the guard captain and taking him away without having to carry him over one shoulder more than for a lightning fast getaway.

    That was the face of the OPA here, Tadgh realised. It wasn't hardened criminals, nor terrorists. It was honest mining folk who wanted to band together for a better slice of life. A few hundred years ago that hadn't gone well for the miners on Britain. He found himself hoping it did for the belters that drove the new economy of a multi planet solar system.
     
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  4. Lyla

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    "Repeat that last bit, Red?" Tadgh's voice crackled through the speaker in her helmet, pulling her attention briefly away from the device in her hand that was misbehaving.

    She fought that innate desire to look up at the sound of the voice. It was a quirk of hers that she'd never been able to properly shake -- always wanting to look for the source of whoever was talking to her on the radio. Her eyes dropped back down to her screen, patching in the audio of Maguire's feed and letting it play in the background with the volume turned down. She adjusted the source so that the audio would play mostly through her right speaker, which made it easier to tell Tadgh and Maguire's voices a part.

    "Uh... sorry. I'm sure it's nothing. I'll keep you posted if something changes." She responded quietly, positioning the camera feed for Tadgh and his group up in a corner of her screen so that she could keep an eye on it while she worked on something else.

    Maguire's voice grumbled weakly through her system next, drawling in her right ear. "And that would be why Navy missiles are being shipped through a tiny place like this."

    Her eyes narrowed slightly as she listened to the conversation that her captain was taking part in. The woman he was talking to was clearly tied to the UN Navy, and it seemed as though she knew Maguire... though she kept calling him "Nehalem." Was he working with her?

    The screen flickered a second time. A deeper frown formed on Lyla's features, and she quickly backed out of Maguire's feed, sliding it over to the side and setting the smaller display underneath Tadgh's. The conversation between the two inners continued quietly in her ear while she backed up in the system to see just what was causing her machine to malfunction.

    Had this been any other job, for any other employer, she might have let things slide... but she was already paranoid and something didn't smell right. On a hunch, she selected the 'assignments' folder and then worked her way through the file paths to the currently tasked cameras. Tasked meant that someone had manually gone in and activated that particular camera, instead of the devices just recording and storing the footage in databanks. In short, if a camera was pulled up in the currently tasked folder it meant that someone was actively watching the feed. Digging around in the main files like this was considerably more intrusive, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

    She was doing her best to keep an eye on all three groups out of the corner of her eye, while she was rapidly flipping through all of the actively tasked cameras. The ones that she had opened were buried deep in the system in an unnecessarily convoluted subfolder, diverting them away from prying eyes without raising any alarms. Most of the feeds that were active were fairly mundane, watching dock inspectors as they went about their business with ships parked in the port.

    By the time she was halfway through the list, she had almost convinced herself that she was just being paranoid.

    Her search was briefly paused as she noticed a pinkwater patrol heading towards Tadgh and Glenn. She brought up that display once again to take up most of the screen, panning around to see how close the two groups were.

    "Looks like you and the kid have a few goons heading your way, Tadgh. You might want to go grab that cart and get a move on." She advised in a smooth tone.
     
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  5. Tadgh

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    "Understood," Tadgh replied. Even if a patrol stopped him and he could bluff being a hauler coming down to talk business there was no explaining the automatic weapon currently in a bag over his shoulder.

    "Omar, Alanna, suggest you hold up there until the exit is clear. We're not going to drop off the cart until everyone is in place."

    There was no point risking it. An empty card abandoned close to the security station was just another little thing that could attract attention and derail the mission. The mission was was already wavering from their goal.

    The cart started up with the key and Glenn drove them down the road that had been laid on bare rock. Even with big wheels and suspension it wasn't a smooth ride. Hopefully they wouldn't be bringing back anyone with a bullet hole.

    "Still want to be in on da raid," Glenn complained.

    "Wouldn't complain about being out of the line of fire if I were you," Tadgh chuckled. He saw the small patrol back up the road over his shoulder. A group of miners crossed the road to be out of their way. It was seeing situations like this that made him more aware of why the OPA even existed. It was easy to focus on day to day in an isolated metal box floating through space and ignore everything else. Tadgh was an expert in it.
     
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  6. Steven Maguire

    Steven Maguire Gotta keep flyin'.

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    She didn't like his explanation about the job, or wasn't convinced by it. Either way, he didn't care. But something in him badly wanted to shake that smooth, sneering air of superiority. She hadn't earned it.

    "You're too young for this, Avatar. You know that, right?"

    The Earther looked at him sharply, continuing to type on her hand terminal.

    "Age has nothing to do with it. You forget your place, Nehalem."

    Maguire shook his head sadly. She was getting to him, he knew, but he just couldn't help it.

    "You're right, age ain't got anything to do with it. But is this what you want to be doin' with your life, Avatar? Why are you out here, edge of the system, chasin' ghosts?"

    "I safeguard the peace and security of the United Nations."

    "Bullshit. What do they have on you? It can't be about money."

    "I'm not part of your world, captain. I don't have to be motivated by base instincts like blackmail or financial gain."

    "Thing is, Avatar, I got a girl kinda your age on my crew. She's smart, like you. All the potential you could ask for. Spends her time fixin' things, improvin' the world. She'll be the real deal someday, I know. What's your deal? Where are you headed? Lurking in the shadows, scaring innocent trader captains for kicks?"

    "The universe is full of surprises. Best not pretend you're too innocent, either, lest I be tempted to open your packet and find out what you did with Fermi that got you out of being taken back to Luna for debriefing."
     
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  7. Lyla

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    Lyla flipped back over to Maguire's feed, which had continued to play in her ear throughout the conversation. It had only taken her about two seconds to decide that she flatly did not like the UN woman. She carried herself with that inner pride in the low gravity, like she somehow thought that the moon's mass was beneath her concern. That smug smile on her face didn't win her any favors either, and when she so snidely threatened her captain, Lyla made up her mind about intervening.

    Clicking her tongue quietly, Lyla pulled out slightly of the system and quickly started to pan through the nearby cameras. It didn't take long for her to find exactly what she was looking for -- a squad of pinkwater security prowling around the docks. "Oh no. Sure would be a shame if my finger was to slip and..." She casually moved her hand over to another set of commands and typed away on the screen. "do that."

    She had activated an automated beacon that pinged the nearest patrol to its location for a public disturbance. That patrol was less than three minutes away. She keyed on her mic to Maguire's net. "You should remind your friend that her place is back down a gravity well. There are some men headed her way to escort her where she belongs." She purred in a low chuckle, hooking the patrol and watching them make their way towards the clandestine meeting with a smirk on her lips.

    Giving in to a moment of pettiness, she took her little stunt a step further. The alarm lights were connected to the emergency response system, which allowed her to make a simple macro to strobe the lights in the corridor in blatant Morse code, "U-P. Y-O-U-R-S."
     
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  8. Sophie Iverson

    Sophie Iverson Tell me your secrets

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    The alarm lights went off at exactly the same time her hand terminal buzzed. Amidst the sound of Sergeant Hudson exchanging blows with the captain, Sophie sighed and put her hands on her hips.

    "Ms Cienfuegos, I presume. Yes, Ensign, I gave you particular and specific orders that do not need clarification. Execute them immediately."

    The agent smiled, coldly, with a false hint of regret.

    "I think we're done here, Nehalem. Best of luck to you; I'm sure we'll meet again."
     
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  9. Steven Maguire

    Steven Maguire Gotta keep flyin'.

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    Maguire didn't hesitate when Lyla made her move.

    Attagirl.

    He spun with blistering speed, landing an elbow strike on the Earther lieutenant's chin that decisively took him out of the fight. The other one, the Marine, got him with an uppercut to the solar plexus - but that was where his armour was heaviest, and the blow deflected with only a harsh scraping sound.

    A scraping sound?

    Maguire ducked under the next blow, seeing the dark blade in the Marine sergeant's fist. The guy wasn't messing around; Maguire feinted an elbow jab to his face. Anticipating an instinctive block from the well-trained soldier, the Martian captain twisted and tripped him - guiding the Marine into the floor with a firm palm to the chest.

    He made to leave, nodding at the agent he knew only as Avatar as she gave her parting quip.

    "A pleasure, Avatar. Next time."

    "Red, you there? Check the feeds; I don't think they're gonna let you get away with that."
     
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  10. Lyla

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    "Take the hall to your right. The patrol I sent your way is coming from the opposite direction. They should run into that pashangwala inya first." Lyla's voice said gently in Maguire's ear as he turned to leave. "There's a lift that'll take you to the same common area with Tadgh and Glenn. You should be able to link up with them there."

    Further down the corridor behind him, there was a loud shout. "HEY!" The call echoing off the metal walls. It would seem that Lyla's diverted patrol had arrived and they'd come across some of the UN goons on their way out. As the men rounded the corner, Lyla killed the lights and the pinging beacon.

    She activated one of the emergency airlock seals to cut off the patrol from Maguire, reactivating the lights on his side of the improvised barrier.

    His warning was a warranted one, the network activity had certainly increased after she had made her presence known; but she still had some time before they found her. No doubt her UN equivalent was currently tearing through the feeds in search of her. That sort of blunt force activity should be picked up by the network's security systems. If Lyla was lucky, that would slow the other spook down.

    She already had the tasked assignments pulled open, and she could see someone going through the files at a rapid pace. Apparently, the UN component thought she was an amateur and had started his search in the most obvious of places. She scrolled further down, and started to create false assignments, leading whoever it was that was looking for her down a rabbit hole while she started to close out the unnecessary connections to the system in the background.

    "Pretty sure they're already trying to track me down. Trying to give them the runaround now. Mind explaining why you were meeting with an uppity UN operative?"
     
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  11. Steven Maguire

    Steven Maguire Gotta keep flyin'.

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    Maguire grunted, making an effort to look casual while navigating the way back to his crew.

    "Well, they pay well. And they usually pay, which is more than I can say for most of the sons-a-bitches we have to work with. She - the boss woman - got some angle on a gun-runner sellin' UNN frigate torps, which is bad news. Wouldn't want Volodin or his lot getting their hands on them. But it ain't much of our business now. What's happened with our actual job?"
     
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  12. Tadgh

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    Tadgh grimaced as the magazine slid home. He was hoping he wouldn't have to release a single round from it. Or at least, not in anyone's direction. Needed them to hit the ground, find the captain and get out. The job didn't seem to want to follow the plot.

    "There's a camera on their back entrance. Will give us a little more time," Tadgh explained over the their channel. That link up was now stretched as encrypted signals across several networks. They wouldn't stand out in a big trunk of seperately encrypted data tunnels unless the UN decided they really wanted to do some digging.

    "Ready to go," he confirmed. Now he just needed some help.

    @Alanna Marston @Omar Martinez @Lyla @Steven Maguire
     
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  13. Steven Maguire

    Steven Maguire Gotta keep flyin'.

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    Captain Maguire grabbed a toolbox that had been left on the ground near an electrical junction box and shouldered his way to the lift, slapping a yellow "Maintenance Underway" sign on the doors and slipping through before anyone could protest.

    He kept an eye on the open channel, which his suit has having trouble connecting to - too many nodes, too much latency. It hit the network once again for the distributed hash table and finally got a reply, opening the stream in time to catch a few packets of speech.

    "... time. Ready to go."

    Tadgh, the channel said. Things seemed to be under control.

    "Crew, Maguire. Wriggled free of the spooks, on my way down in the lift. Could be trouble brewing up above. How are we looking?"
     
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  14. Lyla

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    Trying to keep an eye on the three different groups, while trying to counter whoever it was that was trying to track her down through the system, was pushing Lyla's attention to the limit. Something was going to drop sooner or later. She frowned and decided to take a risk, dropping her rabbit hole chase for the time being so that she could focus on the crew.

    "I'm going to have to switch nodes here shortly. Tadgh, I'm diverting those patrols that are in your way, but they won't stay distracted for long. You'll need to meet up with the captain and press."
     
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  15. Tadgh

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    "Looks like you're up kid," Tadgh said.

    "Fuck yeah!" Glenn exclaimed.

    "Or maybe not..."

    "Wont let you down!"

    "Just keep calm. Don't do anything stupid. We don't want to fire off any rounds if we can help it. Understand?"

    "Mi pochuye!"

    "And plain English." Tadgh switched onto the group channel. "I'm in place, but need some more manpower down here!"
     
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