Evie listened to the briefing closely, though she was still popping M&M's into her mouth as if they were happy pills. It seemed like a pretty straightforward snatch and grab, though how they were going to get the CEO back out without raising alarms would be a problem. Her bike was fast, but not exactly equipped to carry an unwilling passenger. Even if the citizens mostly ignored unconscious men on the back of Ronin's vehicles, the security forces were paid not to do so. She figured she would leave that problem to the other heavy lifters on her team.
Since the second team was handling electronic security, the techie's role changed to surveillance and ensuring her team didn't walking into an ambush. ARES circling the building would probably light up any patrolling guards, but that still left locked doors and any nasty surprises Mega Corporations were so fond of installing in case Ronin came to visit.
There was a more important question she had to ask before making any of those plans. "Can we trust the other team?" She asked, suspicious. It wouldn't be the first time a team of Ronin took a supporting contract while employed by the other side. Some of them did it just to sabotage the competition. Some did it so they could brag about taking down more renowned Ronin. Whatever the reason, Evie had learned the hard way the only Ronin she trusted to have her back were all sitting in this room. Even Grizzly and his... rough personality.
She didn't doubt Mr T's intel was good, she had nothing but respect for the man. A former Ronin who lived to see his hair turn grey was a valuable asset to have as a contact. The blue haired girl just didn't believe for a second that anyone was infallible. Unless Mr T himself hired those guys, Evie wasn't going to let her guard down against them for one second.
Picking up her own holopad as she received her answer, Evie began accessing blueprints for the tower. Even if detailed plans were unavailable, she needed to at least know if the windows were bulletproof, where the stairwells were, and the exact floor of the CEO's office. The worst extraction missions were the ones where she had to go in blind. Some extremely paranoid Mega Corps designed their towers to be extremely difficult to attack or infiltrate - no common stairwells, biometric locks, bulletproof glass and pressure plates.
She recalled the last time she had to grab a HVT by blowing a hole in his office and grabbing him with a net and zipline as if she were playing a bastardized claw machine with a human being; all because he was being held behind a series of security doors with redundant failsafes and countermeasures. "Please don't give me a headache." She commented more to herself than anyone in the room as she began looking through the files she could find.
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