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Ride Across The River IC

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Xander Morhaime:
Seren thanked the Spirits in his mind for arriving here by low-budget means. A flashy ship likely would've attracted attention, a regular freight hauler on the other hand...

Well, time to earn his paycheck. From his current hiding spot, he spent a minute or two observing the patrol routes of the mechs present on site, checking his observations with the map of predicted patrol routes he'd made based on the aerial observations. The plan at least hadn't changed. Cut comms, sabotage motor pool, extract hostage, mop up. The mechs were an added distraction, but only had to be considered as a safety hazard, rather than an additional target. Bots didn't fall under the category of gang members, after all.

When possible, he'd also sneak a glance up at the comms tower, hoping for signs of activity inside - or a ground-level access point. A door or some such would do nicely.

Once he was relatively sure that the coast was clear of any nearby mechs, the Turian would leave his little shelter and move quickly over to the base of the comms tower, checking around it for a doorway of any sort if he hadn't seen one earlier from the single observation point.

Gargulec:
The tower remained, as expected, perfectly still. There was a sign of an activity inside, though: a positioning light blinking red on the top of it. Apparently, their connection to extranet was active right now. As for the entry points, it had none, but a low, singe-store building standing next to it had a new airlock installed - as new as the thick bundle of cables connection one of the walls to the comm array proper. Apparently, there was someone inside.

As for the mechs... well, figuring out their patrol routes was hardly difficult task. A pair of them passed next to the tower every ten minutes, then stood frozen in one place for a minute or so before continuing. You could not tell if the pair was one and the same every time, or if they were separate patrols... not from the distance, anyway.

And then, all of the sudden, the airlock swirled open, releasing a single man outside - guessing by his stature, either human or batarian. It was impossible to tell for certain, given that he was wearing a light full-body suit. For a moment, you tensed, fearing detection, but the man paid no attention the wreck you were hiding in, instead just turning towards the crater and starting a descent to the main base.

Xander Morhaime:
Seren sighed quietly and pulled his rifle from its holster. No arguing about it now, this was hostile territory. He powered up the rifle and turned off the safety, taking a moment to size up the departing person through the sights before turning his attention to the comms tower again. A confined space wasn't the best place for a fight, not with his weapons, but for the time being they didn't seem to be expecting guests.

The Turian waited a little while longer for the gang member to get further away before leaving his cover and making for the tower and its new airlock - and hoping fervently that nobody had thought to lock it lately.

Well, he'd find out in a moment.

Gargulec:
The leaving mercenary, thankfully, did not bother to lock the airlock behind him: the console next to the door was flashing with inviting green.

The airlock itself was a massive, circular door, apparently added to the building only recently. By the look of it, if locked, it would outlast the building it was protecting.

Xander Morhaime:
Seren commented mentally on the sloppiness of gang thugs in terms of security, but he wasn't about to complain. Anything that made the job easier for him...

"Well, no sense putting it off any longer," he muttered to himself, keyed in the cycling sequence on the airlock, and stepped in, rifle at the ready. He was a bit tense - first contact tended to be a horrible mess at the best of times - but none the less tried to be ready to engage anything that might be on the other side of the door.

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