Damien silently observed the team as they set about their work. Traction's message made it clear she was busy with the digital two-step, Cath was twisting her words and...doing whatever it was she did when she was stroking thin air, even Yegor was offering contact information. "Suppose it's time to get to work then." He grunted leaning back in his chair. Work didn't mean he had to leave his new seat after all.

First off he needed a view, so he slipped into AR and pulled up a handful of mapsofts. He started small, street maps of the area, the Fixer might not have been useful enough to give him an address but unmarked warehouses on the waterfront meant smuggling den to him, and smuggling den meant there were at least a dozen quiet ways to get in and out of the area. He started looking for those, quiet alleys, underpasses, tunnel entrances, a sewer line maybe? Sure the team wouldn't like the idea but sewer runs were the price one simply had to pay to survive. Still he made that one a last resort and focused on quick ways to ex-filtrate. Getting in couldn't be hard after all, but if things went explosive, and when it came to Kali and Yegor he found it safer to always assume it would, he wanted a backup for his backup. 

He eventually settled on a relative straightaway of a aside road, the kind of thing that would get them out of the Warehouse distract fast, assuming there wasn't any trouble. Beyond that he picked a handful of alleys some straight, in case the roads were blocked, others zig-zaged back and forth out of the area, in case they needed to loose a tail. Of course there was also the option of mounting a bullbar onto the truck if things needed to be done in a hurry, but he doubted he had time for that. Though the idea did get him thinking of more creative exit options. Air? To expensive, not to mention he didn't know where to start looking for a craft large enough to fit the whole crew and small enough to store in their current accommodations. Something for the to-do list though he thought. Water, then? Surely there would be at least one boat capable of moving a handful of runners in a bind. He'd have to find something beforehand, break down it's security, and tie it into his network but it could very well save their lives.

He already had his 'shopping list' so he decided to start checking off a few items. Not least of which was actual footage. It was too far to send one of his lockheads out on it's own. he'd have to take a little road trip ahead of the crew to put together some aerial surveillance. So he skipped to his next item, he needed a route for his truck to take the team to the waterfront. It wasn't that he didn't trust the team with his wheels, he didn't trust [i]anyone[/i] behind the wheel of his baby and he didn't much care for the idea of babysitting them VR all the way there. Still that was easy enough, a quick glance at his Mapsoft uploaded to his gophers autosoft. Beyond that he needed more information, information the rest of the team was far more capable to provide.

"If we're talking contacts I might be able to make a call." He said as he cleared a bead of sweat from his brow "Some of the guys I used to run with have a heavy hand in the smuggling business. Doubt they'd be able to say which warehouse to hit, CD's aren't really their thing, but they might give us an idea of what shacks to avoid." It made sense after all, they knew full well he had no interest of knocking them over, hell they might float a few nuyen his way for letting them know that some chaos might be hitting the water front. Then again the might hold a grudge if they thought he was responsible. Have to word my questions carefully then, he decided as he leaned forward in his seat.

"Either way I've got some work I need to do before this drek really kicks off, So what do we know?" he asked looking towards Traction "And what's our plan?" his gaze turning back towards the rest of the room.