[b]Orange![/b]

"Now," said Orange, smiling at her dates. "If my beautiful companions would turn their gaze to the west..."

[b]Flood![/b]

A military VTOL, of course. Ultramodern. Sleek. Expensive. Classy. The best of the best. Unmatched power and performance. Optimized for stealth and speed. These are high end mercenaries; these are [i]Chase Black[/i]. They would not be caught dead in a rugged utility vehicle no matter how close they were flying to a catastrophic water pipe breach. And securing intake fans against water damage was exactly the sort of thing you optimized [i]out [/i]when you were building something for stealth and speed.

A pipe violently exploded and this high altitude aerial extraction operation suddenly became a scuba mission.

[Explosive Devices 0/4+Military Science 1/2: 4+7, [b]11[/b]]

[b]Waffle![/b]

The walls crack open. Erebus starts to break.

The water pressure is rising. the explosives are hitting the demolition points in sequence. Every new rupture does not just send water pouring into the atmosphere of Aevum, spinning away down to random points on the Ring. It sends through tool cabinets and their opened and unsecured contents. It sends out fire extinguishers that have been improperly secured to walls. It sends out rows and rows of mobility trolleys that should have been locked into place. The spine of the station cracks and out pours all of its debris. Who could possibly predict where every piece would land amidst this rain of metal chaos? Impossible. 

That is, unless you controlled the launch point, trajectory, timing and force. With enough math you could aim a base jump with pinpoint precision, even when concealed inside a locked tool cabinet filled with impact foam. 

[Astronomy 1/2 Preparedness 3/8: 2+8, [b]10[/b]]

And amidst the chaos of a major explosion over fortunately unpopulated farmland, the SES cannot help but respond. They're out in force with the heroism of engineers before anything remotely like a military response can be mustered. Thousands of them, bless their hearts, of volunteers with geiger counters and firefighting gear and microdebris lasers. They're not soldiers and no officer could stop them. They're not going anywhere restricted and their vehicles howl back and forth in every direction.

What's one more? Routed by Crimson Tower, all the paperwork approved, in a registered emergency vehicle hauling ass out of the danger area with sirens blazing, who could possibly track it?

[Preparedness MoS: Guaranteed success at exfiltration]

[b]Strawberry![/b]

But Mycroft remains the centre of Strawberry's thoughts. She was the link to upstairs.

She's on the comms with them now. She's using a single device with a known IP address. If she is talking to anyone else she is either alt-tabbing between the SES network and the conspiracy channel, or she has an entire second device dedicated to dealing with business stuff. If it's her main device she can track the metadata of who it's speaking to, if it's a secondary device then it'll be transmitting through the same wireless node that her primary device and she can scrape all the data coming off of [i]that[/i]. Picking a needle from a haystack is easier when you watch the needle get dropped in the first place.

[Electronic Surveillance]

[b]Orange![/b]

It was sunset.

There was a rainbow, burning.

"... lovely sunset, isn't it?"