[center][color=ed1c24][b]<<STATUS ALERT: GEOLOCATION PING CONFIRMED. GRID COORDINATES TO FOLLOW.>>[/b][/color][/center]

[color=f7941d][i]<7-5, be advised the security chip is mobile; we have an actor in immediate play.>[/i][/color]

Thane was as surprised and excited as Anson or any other team member when he heard that the OSS had actually found a lead. This surprise quickly turned to suspicion however, as he then began to consider a number of scenarios in which [i]‘their’[/i] enemies could be leading them into some sort of trap. It could be that the chip’s owner was planning to try capture and possibly interrogate some high-security personnel. It could be that the chip was just bait or a plant to throw the unit of the scent off the real culprits. There were too many possibilities, and too few involved the 7-5 catching a lucky break. 

Picking his speed up to a brisk powerwalk, Thane found himself unavoidably having to shove his way through some sections of the crowd as he tried to loop round and approach the coordinates from a different angle to his team. There was the odd bark or insult as disgruntled pedestrians were knocked aside by his shoulder, but fortunately none were so brazen or bothered to try pick a fight with him. Amidst the rush and the unbearable amounts of people Thane began to feel the heat build up beneath his clothing. The grooves of his shirt armpits began to cling, causing him to unzip his hoody and yank at his shirt for breeze. Tiny salty beads of sweat began to form along the border of his burnt sienna hair and his lightly tanned forehead. [i]‘Now this is really reminding me of New Shanghai’[/i] he mused to himself.

[color=f7941d][i]<I’m almost 200 meters off the target, and have no visual. Does anyone have eyes on?>[/i][/color] 

[color=f7941d][i]<P’siyah, Rose, I want digital eyes on this bastard [b]now[/b]. All the information you can get.>[/i][/color]

[color=f7941d][i]<Router, give me a sitrep from your vantage point, and get in a support position if you can.>[/i][/color]

The string of orders prompted him to whack out his phone and check how close he was to the coordinates. 50 meters off the target. He didn’t have any ocular implants nor was he wearing any special HUD equipment, so he needed to rely on the information from the OSS and his comrades. Which was why it was handy when Router chirped in. 

[color=0076a3]<Target Female, human. Average height and above average weight due to increased muscle and bone mass. Several bio implants detected as well as cyber augmentations. Purposes are unknown unless active scan initiated. Target wearing light armour and holstering a medium class weapon. Armour and weapon properties unknown until active scan initiated. I am following Bruce 25 yards, ready to engage when ready.>[/color]

Upon hearing the description, Thane at least had a rough idea of who he was looking for. Ethnicity, age, hair, clothing colour, and other distinguishing features were still missing though, and given the amount of people Thane really hoped someone would pass on the additional intel. 

[color=violet][i]<She's blending in with the crowds, there's no way I'm getting a shot like this. It looks like she's headed towards a... A large building of some kind. Scratch that, she's about to [i]pass[/i] by a large building. Maybe a warehouse? Cyclops is going to stay with the target, but someone else is going to need to follow up here.>[/i][/color]

Warmer. Thane glanced around and noticed the warehouse in question, but through the mass of bodies could not identify the target. Rather than running in blind after the target, Thane opted to continue trying to circle round in the hopes of cutting them off. Periodic checks of his phone allowed him to maintain his range on the target, even if he was separated by buildings or mobs. As the target passed Trinity's location, so did Thane, but he wondered whether she actually noticed; if she was relying too much on the camera feeds, it would be easy for her to miss him (especially with his distortion gear). He was about to respond to Trinity’s query when Vulma chirped in with her two cents. 

[color=a187be]<There are easier ways to opt into prosthetics. Too many shooters, too little cover. Our target won't be the only one to think we're gunning for them. Not to mention you may as well be packing a starting pistol; wouldn't want our only lead getting trampled.>[/color]

Thane couldn’t help but agree that any action at that particular time would be too risky, but he would have appreciated another gun close at hand. It also dawned on him that there could be others following the target, be it their security, other interested parties, or an enemy. It would be too hard to spot leads amongst the crowd unless they made a move; which was why he opposed them making the same mistake too early. 

[color=a187be]<I'm in parralel and matching target. Overwatch, do you see any detours? Sewage mains, dumping grounds--any place people are avoiding. Emperor knows what we'll be walking into if she gets where she's going. If someone brought a rabbit now's the time to pull it out of the hat.>[/color]

[color=steelblue][i]<Target has moved past the large warehouse, heading towards a side alley. She's stopped right in front of a manhole on the ground in the alley … Target has entered the manhole, heading into the sewers. Setting up a digital flare of my current position now.>[/i][/color]

Thane continued to listen to the stream of information as he approached the site himself. He stopped short of the alley, close enough to have a visual on it, whilst he feigned interest in a random stall. [color=f7976a][i]<This is Thane. I’m beside the ally and ready to move on order. Trinity, have you got any feeds of the sewers? Anything we need to be aware of?[/i][/color] He paused long enough to let the question sink in but not long enough to allow anyone a chance to cut in, [color=f7976a][i]<Before we proceed, could I get a more visual description? Also I recommend taking a moment to check for tails on ourselves or the target; I’d rather not be part of a deadly conga line.>[/i][/color] He felt a little bit anxious about barking questions at the team, but it was his role in the team – he was there to retrieve and manage information. If he’d been with other intelligence teams he would have expected a 10 point description (Age, Sex, Colour, Build, Height, Complexion, Hair, Clothing, Items, and Distinguishing Features), running commentary on entry/exit routes, information on local chatter, and estimates on hostile equipment. But he was not in an intelligence squad, and he couldn’t expect his new team to spend all their time spewing up information – it just wouldn’t be practical.