The moment Zelda killed the call, Traction tutted in annoyance. She glanced at Recluse and Damien briefly as they both spoke before she began to contribute.

"This fixer of ours issn't quite as dumb as she sounds, though my Nuyen is still on her being a low grade pilot with halfway bricked meat. She used a throwaway comm for this call with its GPS tracker removed, which means jing and at least a few minor corp contacts, probably means she's fixed before but not often or ever for runners like us. Case in point, I managed to trace her sorry hoop down anyway." She shot a loose gesture and a glance at Damien. "I've sent you the coordinates for the location she was calling us from. As for the comm itself, I reformatted its kernal and put in a snoop. If she uses it again, we'll know it. As for this job," Traction abruptly went limp mid-sentence, her eyes going glassy and dead as she transitioned to running hot - but not for long. A second later her head picked back up and she raised both her arms back up from the couch to continue manipulating her ARO.

"...Basically none of the warehouses on the waterfront have any devices proper meshed. It's like a little slice of the stone age, I only saw a few LANs amongst them connected to the Matrix via comm, no hosts or nothing, everything public grid. If they have any hardware on site, it's all self-contained. As for this drek about fudging the numbers, this hoop is gouging us. If you want to run a numbers job, you have to alter the receiving and delivering manifests. If you want to be thorough, you've also got to alter the manifest of whatever is supposed to pick it up. She's trying to run us twice for half the cost, the bonus pay is just her trying to spoof us without a mark. As for the plan,"

Traction made a few gestures, moving things around her ARO during her brief pause. "...Warehouses are unmarked, wholesale pallet means illicit shipping. Probably a gang if we're hot, maybe the Yak or mob if we're not. Fact that our particular Fixer knows about the CDs means others do as well, so we're not going to be the only people running. Likely candidates are another gang or nightlight runners. Our best option is to go in fast and smooth, hit the warehouses as fast as possible before anybody else has time to try drek. We'll go in with Damien's gopher, get into stoneage wireless range and I'll see if there are any unmeshed WANs I can tap tap into. We'll bring the drones to provide overwatch, let us know when and where our opposition will arrive and to discourage them. Kali can do that whole weightless rider thing to let us drop her anywhere we need some meat bricked." Traction slammed the palm of her hand with a clenched fist for emphasize. "If these warehouses are too real for me to pull anything from them, we have Cath and Yegor run some face and razor jander respectively, loosen a few tongues. Once we locate the warehouse, I'll lift us some blueprints and upload them to our smartlinks while Damien probes the warehouse interior. Cath, Yegor, and I run in and secure the pallete. Yegor for muscle, Cath can protect us from whatever Astral drek is on the CDs, and if I can find any kind of digital manifest or record I'll cook the books. Damien drives to the loading Dock, drops Kali down to secure it, we load the pallet in and burn rubber."

Traction turned her gaze disapprovingly to Recluse. "...I suppose in the interest of giving you something to do you can plant some explosives somewhere else along the waterfront, rig it for remote detonation to draw the PD's aim if they jander too close. Otherwise you might just want to run reconnaissance and mitigation."

She then abruptly stood up from the couch wearing a deadpan expression. "Our chances of success are best the sooner we do this. The more time you all waste, the higher the chance whoever else is running will get the pallet first. This isn't exactly a prime job, not like we're trying to run the Krupp. Relatively low-risk even if our Fixer is a drek-filled slot who told everyone we were coming. We don't exactly need heist prep to pull this off, and like always I've got contingencies for everyone. The biggest risk is literally that you drekheads will waste so much time in this simple, straightforward approach doing frivolous drek that the warehouse will be empty when we get there. Let's go."

Without even waiting for anybody else to respond, Traction then made a gesture to remotely open the elevator doors and walked straight out of the commons.