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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 18:31:16 GMT -5
Border of Central Planets And Georgia
June 17, 2517
3:09 A.M A.S.T
Marcus walked into the bridge, taking in the sight of the black beyond. He exhaled and walked down the steps to the helm and comms console. He'd left the door open, not caring if anyone in followed onto the bridge.
He sat down in front of it, pressing keys and bringing up the programs for receiving and sending information.
Blinking on the screen was a tag from Dare stating simply to call him back and a set of hours. Marcus checked on another panel the hours for Persephone in Dare's area.
It matched up well enough, he was clipping the tail end of the window but it should be fine.
He pressed the 'Call' key, leaned back, and waited.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 3, 2012 18:32:36 GMT -5
Darrel Harlon
The console gave a slight beep and the screen went black. Right after that there appeared a man on the screen. He was sitting in a very comfortable chair, and on his lap there was a small control. This was the very common way to find Dare on the cortex, as one was talking to him.
"You sure take a long time to call someone back." Dare said. In his hand there was a glass of caramel colored liquid, and it was relatively full. He took a drink from it and set it down on his side table. He started to move through some of the information. It was evident that what was on the screen in front of Dare wasn't necessarily just the image of the person he was talking to. He moved his finger on his console.
"I got some a that information you wanted." He leaned back in his chair as he waited for that information to sink in.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 18:33:17 GMT -5
Marcus smirked as Darrel appeared on his screen. Reclining in his own private luxury. Good for him. Marcus could only hope he lived long enough to enjoy that kind of comfort. Sitting back on some quiet moon, spending the twilight of his life with nothing but a lake and booze to keep him company.
Simple things.
He shrugged at Dare's comment smiled. "I was having dinner. Can't say for sure what. Some kinda meat with veggies and something vaguely sweet."He laughed. "Need to ask the chef..."
When Dare came straight to the point Marcus nodded. "I figured you might. I got that pair you suggested. They seem ready enough."
He waited for the man to speak, alert and interested in whatever the man was going to confer.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 3, 2012 18:33:49 GMT -5
Darrel Harlon
Dare looked away and down as Marcus talked to him. For the most part issues of things that were so far away from him didn't matter to him at all. Particularly what they were eating. The only thing that may accomplish is making Dare hungry, and he may eat something that was better just because he could. That sort of thing just didn't interest Dare very much though. The other portion about getting a hold of the people that Dare had recommended was somewhat reassuring. "I hear their good at what they do." Dare said, mentioning the various things he heard from his friend the bartender. "Heard that anyway, I guess Charlie was dead when you went to meet em." He brought a cigar up to his mouth and started lighting it with a match. He started to puff on it."Bastard didn't even tell he was on his way out." Dare said looking at the cigar.
He was referring to the fact that he'd heard all the information regarding "The Buddhist and the Burglar" from his friend, which was more so a common acquaintance, was hanged the same week that Marcus had arrived, and he hadn't heard about it. It hadn't bothered him much, and of course the dead man wasn't going to tell Dare that he was dead. But still it had happened and there was nothing he could do about it.
He moved his hand over his console once more and moved a few things. He took the cigar out of his mouth, and hit a button with his index finger. "I'm sendin' you a schematic of the location your lookin' at." He said, and the data began to head out.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 18:34:09 GMT -5
Marcus nodded at Dare's comment on the contact. "The pair's conspicuous enough, his replacement could pick em out." He was grateful for the schematics but he'd probably need more.
"So what kinda guy is our mark? Any word on that?" Know your 'enemy' and all.
The schematic loaded on a side screen and he forwarded it to his quarters. Looking at what was on his screen he could wager that a straight charge might be the best idea, but that would indicate they knew where to go....
"You know how the info we're after is being stored? Like are we talking sheets of paper or data sticks?" They'd be looting the place of more than just the info, but the 'objective' target would need to be kept separate and safe...
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 3, 2012 18:34:34 GMT -5
Darrel Harlon
Dare puffed on the cigar a bit. He'd never actually met the two people that were in question, but he'd heard a bit about them. "I'd believe it." He responded given that the information Marcus was suggesting made them easy to spot. He didn't know what it was that would give them away but it was probably something simple enough that even he was able to figure it out.
"Nothin' much out of the ordinary about the guy." Dare said looking back up at the screen. "Your typical rich Gǒu niang yǎng de." Dare said. He didn't have greatest opinion of a lot of the upper crust of society. He hadn't spent a very large amount of time with them, but he did know that they were the ones that continued to make his living a bit more difficult. Whether it was with the city government making it harder for him to keep his shop license, or the raising on his taxes by the local property evaluator. Dare had spent nearly his entire life in the lower portions of society, and the highest places he'd ever been might be considered middle class. But his place he liked, and he tended to like it when the rich got what was coming to them.
He scratched the back of his head when he heard the question about how the data was being stored. "Couldn't say, but I'd put money on the fact that it's on a data disk a some kind." Dare brought his hand back down. "Hell you could probably just use a 'uni-grabber' and copy the data, and leave the disk there. They'd think you were just some robber." Dare said then moving things around on his screen.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 18:34:50 GMT -5
Marcus listened to Dare's assessment as he shifted through the floor plans. It would take a bit sort through but it wasn't the complicated by any stretch. It was a mansion not a bunker or a bank.
"Well, then he should be predictable. This data packet include his usual schedule?" Hitting him during his regular working hours would be the best bet.
The mention of the uni-grabber got his attention. His technical knowledge was a scrapper's at best. Still, it was something he'd ask Guy about. The man was a 'Bandit' after all, he'd probably have something like that.
"Well I've got time to sort this out. There anything else?" He asked, focusing back on Dare.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 3, 2012 18:35:14 GMT -5
Darrel Harlon
Dare nodded as he pulled his cigar from his mouth. "Ya." He said. "So long as the people that are in there actually know what they've been sayin'" Dare wasn't sure. All he'd heard was that they were more then likely posing as servants of the manner, or were actually servants who had managed to get tipped over because of the amount of money that was offered. That sort of thing was what got everyone involved in all this sort of stuff.
Dare took a drink from the glass beside him and put it back down. "Probably best to do this quick, and hard." Dare said. He'd looked over the schematic a number of times and come to understand it fairly well. "This isn't a real heavy security kinda place. I'd be surprised if there are even guards." Dare said."Your main concern's just gonna be in local police, which from what I remember of border cops, they like to shoot at out of towners." Dare had a smile on his face and was looking off away as he was thinking about long days passed.
"But that's up to you. If I get anything new I'll send it your way, but I'm not betting on anything coming up." Dare scratched at himself a bit and started getting up. "I'm hungry, so I'm headin' out. Good luck with yer trip, try not to get killed." Dare said standing up, he put his finger on the console and it shut the call off on his end.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 18:35:46 GMT -5
Marcus was rolling thoughts into his head. When to hit? Order of Infiltration? What sort of kit to carry? His mind fumbled a bit at the thoughts, but he had time. That was the important thing. He bid Darrel a thanks with a nod as the man closed the channel.
It occurred to him that this was the first time Dare had ended the calls himself; Marcus had shut the comms off every time before.
He rolled his shoulders and smiled as he shut down the comms and, after double checking the heading, left the cockpit to return to his quarters.
<End Drawing up the Board>
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