5882/Red and Black

Red and Black
Date of Scene:	08 April 2021
Location:	A Bolt Hole Of Arcane Design
Synopsis:	Isabella steals blueprints to take down the Nazca Cartel.
Cast of Characters:	Friday, Jovian Anderson
Tinyplot:	Fortune and Glory

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Friday has posed:
Isabella yawns.

She's flipping through the darkweb, getting the usual garbage offerings. People bragging, people worried about getting caught doing stuff, nothing really fun. She's bored. "Saw something about a treasure hunt," she says to herself, then types in a coded search.

She gets results, but most of -them- aren't useful either. She frowns. "What, nobody actually knows anything? Hrm." She spots an offer, looks like one of the mafia contacts, to steal a bit of the treasure. A raised eyebrow for that one.

She nods, then calls up the details. Let's have us a look-see. What are you wanting stolen today, good sir?

Jovian Anderson has posed:
The ad has a number given as the sole means of contact. If she does, a voice answers in his mid twenties, male, north American. "Hello?" The voice is not accusatory, but it is a bit...stressed? Stressed. That's a good word.

Friday has posed:
"Friday," Isabella says. "Tell me what you want stolen. Tell me what details you can offer. Dropoff point, when you want it, any details you have on the site or guards. Times, locales. If you have anyone who can hack security. Go."

She then stops talking, sits back in her chair, and waits. This is HER test. If the guy can't tell her anything, he gets nothing.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian says, "I need blueprints to a secret occult base under the Nazca lines of Peru stolen. Drop off point is electronic on the darknet with a captured image. I just need the plans. There are at least 12 guards, medium level thugs, might have low level magic. Address sent on acceptance of the job, and it has to be tonight. I do not have a hacker."

Friday has posed:
isabella calls up information. The Nazca Lines are a group of huge pictures, drawn on the earth using depressions and incisions in the desert floor of Peru. Most are designs of animals and plants, some reaching over 1 km in length! Impressive, she thinks to herself. Something I want to see.

"Good," she says, and means it. "No hacker is fine, magic wards aren't electronic anyway. I need to know where the prints are, dude. It's a big planet." A fact that she knows well.

She starts looking into plane tickets to Peru. 8 hour flight. I could get some rest. Not bad.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Jovian sends precisely lat long coordiantes. He isnt able to go himself but its about 2 miles south of the lines in a compound that Google Earth calls, "A factory" and Information is able to quickly discern that it is a series of shell companies on shell companies. There are larger armed compounds within a ten mile radius but this one sticks out like a sore thumb once Isabella's experience eye sees it.

Friday has posed:
Isabella hangs up the line. She whistles as she gets her ticket, then gets out of the house. Onto a plane, off to Peru. All the things.

The odd thing though, that Mafia guy might notice? She didn't ask for payment. At all. No mention of it came up, which has got to raise his hackles.

She's in this for the game, not the prize.

When she's ready, she scouts the 'A factory' for herself. Binoculars are powerful tools. Windows are rarely tinted, and people leaving or entering a site have many little tells. Name tags, signs on the location, all good things. "Tum, tee tum," she hums to herself. Fun times.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
The factory clearly has a submerged level, since there are three metal buildings mostly made of refurbished aluminum siding. One is a barracks of some sort, enough to house the 5-6 soldiers she sees, maybe twice that number. The second appears to be a garage though in the time she scouts it no one enters or leaves and the third is an entrance to the underground area. There is a badly maintained chainlink fence but with the binocs she can tell that the guns are VERY new and very well maintained. The whole place is clearly an elaborate lie.

Friday has posed:
"See, normally I'd scout a bit longer. But Mafia boy wants a rush job, and isn't giving much backup, sooooo..." She stretches, then gets a bit more time checking out the guards. Military operation then. From her reading she knows: Peruvian armed forces are separate. Army, Navy, and Air Force are independent groups. They do not answer to the National Police, so if she's caught it's a very federal matter. No laws will save her.

"M16A2's," she notes. Then shrugs. No reason to dawdle any longer.

She works her way closer, but not to the highly protected building. To the Barracks. The one with the least reason to be heavily guarded.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
The guards do not seem to notice her. And nor would they since the magic they have lets them detect any super powered being within a hundred feet. Isabella is able to sneak right up to them. Granted, they arent TOTALLY oblivious or incompotent. Her trained eye can tell that these men are skilled, but routine can dull the senses and when looking for a SPECIFIC thing, one tends not to be looking for...others.

Friday has posed:
Isabella relies on it. She knows that guards, all guards, get bored. It just happens, especially when nothing is happening that day. She saw no activity and that. Is. Great. It means that the guards will be basically useless so long as she doesn't walk in front of their field of vision.

She unlocks the door to the Barracks and goes inside, then spends a few minutes learning whatever she can. She doesn't whistle in this part; there might be someone inside. But if she can find a key box, where keys are locked away, that is the main goal.

You'd be amazed how many guard locations have a locked room with all the keys in it.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
This is no exception. She finds a nice box hidden under one of their beds as well as a security manual that, as she thumbs through it has some weird arcane symbols (Information translates it from Norse (which is weird in south America?) but it specifically says all kinds of things NOT to do like put all the keys in one place or leave the barracks unattended (it is).

She is able to discern that the keys in the keybox are to the Vault, the Office, and the Armory. The Office is where she needs to get the blueprints. There are ALL KINDS of useful information on their policies and procedures in the book but...then again they obviously arent following all of it so its value might be relative.

Friday has posed:
Isabella glances at the keys, then cuts some of her own. Fun fact, many keys have numbers on them. Those numbers are the digits of how deep to cut a key if you have to replace it with a custom cutter, which she carries with her! Look at your keys, you might find a few with five numbers on them.

And if not, a skilled cutter can do it by eye anyway.

She copies any key fobs and cards info into her coat computer, another simple thief tool, and then seals up the cases, back to their normal setup.

Then she heads out, to the back side of the main building. The wall that she calls 'the other door'. And pulls out a screwdriver. Aluminum buildings are fun, they aren't exactly what you'd call 'secure'.

lol.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
The most important item she identifies, and she is GLAD she skimmed the manual is a challenge coin with the nazca symbol of a rabbit on it that allows the mechanical keys to work. Without it, none of them would have made the doors budge at all. With it, its simple work the likes of which is barely challenging it all since she moves past them with no difficulty and unscrews the back. She also spots, thanks to the coin she has on her, small glowing arcane 'wards' that has a nice hole in them that she can squeeze through. Inside the office building is a slick titanium elevator the likes of which she would find in any of the most sophesticated buildings in the world and one of the electronic card keys she doppled.

Friday has posed:
"Whelp, this is easy." She says it, out loud, daring fate to prove her wrong. She knows it will, that's part of the fun.

Down, we go. Yar, har, har.

But not before she searches the place. Blueprints might even be here, after all.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
The blueprints are not in the aluminum shack with the star trek elevator inside of them.

Pressing the down button, she has reason to be pleased with herself, until she notices the small black buld indicating a security camera. The elevator goes approximately 200 feet down and then abruptly stops.

Fate, it seems, took her up on the offer.

Friday has posed:
"See, this is why I need a hacker. Bloody rookies." Isabella waves to the camera, then folds her arms and waits. The doors will open themselves soon, of course. Or she'll override the system. Or she'll find another way of doing things. If it were predictable, it wouldn't be fun!

Jovian Anderson has posed:
The doors are (again thanks to the coin) openable, which is fortunate because the instant they realize that she has a way to open the impossible to open with magic doors they panic in the security room below and the alarm sounds. She can attempt to either go above the elevator or beneath it, the rest is solid stone.

Friday has posed:
By the time the door is open, Isabella is already heading downwards. She leaves behind a nice toy, a gas grenade zip-tied to the doors, so when they open the guards will get a 'special surprise'.

And she makes her way inside. Now that the alarms are going off, no need to play dumb. Let's make some noise!

The first door she finds, she kicks open. The next she unlocks nicely. Doors never did anything to her, no reason to indulge too much.

Then she starts screwing with the camera room. Going past cameras ON PURPOSE when they're leading into rooms. Not going that way. Going into alarmed rooms, leaving presents. And whistling as she works.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Where in the World is Isabella De La Torres? The guards have grown complacent. Individually they are skilled mercs who would be a match (for a few kicks and punches) for any vigilante in Gotham but as a unit they dont work well together arguements break out in the security room especially after Musical Flashbangs set out and the guards up top dont want to come down since they're worried that there might be explosives in the elevator (which, after all, is a fair point since if you can use flashbangs you can right it with plastique too) so a few guards waste time inspecting the elevator leaving only one in the camera room as he tries to figure out where she is.

The office door is reached with work but not too much work.

Friday has posed:
Just to make things more interesting, Isabella locates the leads to cameras heading anywhere, off that way, and disconnects them. She knows that the camera guard will send someone that way, probably all the someones left. Because if she's cut the camera, she must be doing something there!

She isn't. She goes to the office instead, and if it's unoccupied she'll turn the camera and get to work. "Nice guys, I hope this entertains them as much as it's entertaining me!" she says, as she opens the door. Was it locked? Would it have stopped her if it had been? No. No, it would not.

Jovian Anderson has posed:
Everyone assumes that the Vault is the real target and there are very valuable artifacts there...but the Office has what Jovian needs. On entering she sees three used file cabits, one of which is a bit disused that has "cuidado con el leopardo" written on it that he keen eye shows her that this is the one. The office key she duplicated earlier is a perfect match. On opening the file cabinet she finds a locked leather satchel with a combination lock around some thick cord.

Nothing a knife can't cut open though.

The guards are, in fact, not at all entertained and getting more and more angry. Finally, the sargeant begins barking orders with abject fury into the comms and they start to get a bit more organized.

Friday has posed:
Guards rove all around, while Isabella takes pictures of all kinds of stuff. She does wish she had time to do more, but she only has time for this file. And for the flash drive she plugs in real quick to copy what's in the computer. Shush, it takes like two seconds to plug in a flash drive, and he might have some interesting porn.

"Don't mock my perfectly reasonable behaviour," Isabella says to the air, as she snaps piccies. Then she flips her hair, pulls the flash drive (might not be done, but we're on a timer here) and strolls out the door.

Right into two guards, who really want to have their coffee break back.

She makes the elevator just ahead of them, grinning. Fun!

Jovian Anderson has posed:
The Guards are furious and shout for the elevator to be shut down AGAIN but at this point the Sargeant orders the two men to the Vault who are protesting they have seen her but he is having none of it.

She makes it up the elevator and out the doors, free and clear.

Friday has posed:
There's a lovely cafe in Peru. It's on the border of a river, and it serves the most wonderful mai tais you ever tried.

Isabella knows, because she sits there having her second one, with extra crushed ice, and enjoys the strong wifi signal that brought her here. Lovely place, she might send a pic to a friend.

"Here you go, mafia man," she says to her phone, sending the pic. She smiles as it sends, then waves to the waitress for the check.

The mafia guy will be happy, and so will she. The only thing is, he'll have to hurry. Because she read that file, sitting here, drinking her first mai tai. She read it all.

And if she chose, based on what she saw, she sent it to the Peruvian police and Interpol as well. If he deserves to get it, he'll get there first. If not, he'll have a bad day.

"I'd like to see the Nazca Lines," she mentions. She expects there'll be a show there soon, and she hates to miss the fireworks.