Port Pixelito, 25:50 Local Time.
Red, crystalline blips dotted the active map in his HUD as Wrynn skimmed thoughtfully over the rooftops. "Heavily guarded sector," he grunted in a low voice. It was easy enough to traverse the civilian quarter on Malastare without question, but the corporate and militarized areas doubled their security after dark. High humidity this close to the equator made the air stickier than the Merc cared for, but he did not voice his discomfort. There were worse things in the galaxy. Like getting picked out by a scout, for instance.
He was more cautious than most people in his position, granted. Wrynn had the uncanny ability to observe from further away, which allowed him to move around outside the yellow areas and avoid detection until it was time to move. The woman he had been paired with was a Mandalorian, if her surname was any indicator. She wore stranger beskar'gam than he'd ever seen, but he was no expert on the culture. It wasn't her job to be a fashion model for the galaxy's more brutish culture, but to slice terminals and gain access to the network. That was what they told him before the briefing, at least.
Wrynn was in charge of any and all hostilities- which seemed strange, considering the woman's heritage- but he wasn't going to make a fuss about it. Reconnaissance, elimination of targets, and covert operations were his specialty after all. This was why they wired the credits and said no questions asked. "The buyer mentioned that the compound in question was an archive," he spoke in a mechanical voice, skewed by his helmet. He half turned to glance back at Leoria as if unsure whether or not she was listening. "Down and under the main facility. The only route to the sublevel is via elevator in the back of the building. I have readouts on the building's blueprints uploaded, sharing now."
The file appeared on the sublevel of his HUD and secure transfer linked up to her transceiver. The words "message sent" popped up, blinked several times, then faded. "I've highlighted bogeys for you, so be sure you avoid them. If you're caught, I'm leaving you."
It was the way of things with mercenaries in this cold galaxy. There was a code of honor, and there was some sense of camaraderie, but when it came to the mission it was important that things were done to the letter. "I'll take out the rooftop guards so you can slice the door and get us in. Don't advance until my mark."
He unslung his rifle and knelt down. It would take a minute to prep for the first shot. After that, things would start falling into place.
[member="Leoria Beviin"]
Red, crystalline blips dotted the active map in his HUD as Wrynn skimmed thoughtfully over the rooftops. "Heavily guarded sector," he grunted in a low voice. It was easy enough to traverse the civilian quarter on Malastare without question, but the corporate and militarized areas doubled their security after dark. High humidity this close to the equator made the air stickier than the Merc cared for, but he did not voice his discomfort. There were worse things in the galaxy. Like getting picked out by a scout, for instance.
He was more cautious than most people in his position, granted. Wrynn had the uncanny ability to observe from further away, which allowed him to move around outside the yellow areas and avoid detection until it was time to move. The woman he had been paired with was a Mandalorian, if her surname was any indicator. She wore stranger beskar'gam than he'd ever seen, but he was no expert on the culture. It wasn't her job to be a fashion model for the galaxy's more brutish culture, but to slice terminals and gain access to the network. That was what they told him before the briefing, at least.
Wrynn was in charge of any and all hostilities- which seemed strange, considering the woman's heritage- but he wasn't going to make a fuss about it. Reconnaissance, elimination of targets, and covert operations were his specialty after all. This was why they wired the credits and said no questions asked. "The buyer mentioned that the compound in question was an archive," he spoke in a mechanical voice, skewed by his helmet. He half turned to glance back at Leoria as if unsure whether or not she was listening. "Down and under the main facility. The only route to the sublevel is via elevator in the back of the building. I have readouts on the building's blueprints uploaded, sharing now."
The file appeared on the sublevel of his HUD and secure transfer linked up to her transceiver. The words "message sent" popped up, blinked several times, then faded. "I've highlighted bogeys for you, so be sure you avoid them. If you're caught, I'm leaving you."
It was the way of things with mercenaries in this cold galaxy. There was a code of honor, and there was some sense of camaraderie, but when it came to the mission it was important that things were done to the letter. "I'll take out the rooftop guards so you can slice the door and get us in. Don't advance until my mark."
He unslung his rifle and knelt down. It would take a minute to prep for the first shot. After that, things would start falling into place.
[member="Leoria Beviin"]