OPERATION: MAD MEN - Prologue 2
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xp_logsWanda and Kevin determine their meeting place and slip in a bug.
"The just went in the door beside the beauty shop." Kevin said as he crossed at 120th. There was a small abandoned fire station on the corner and a six story brick building beside them with a black fire escape out the front. The street traffic was light enough that Kevin could elongate his forearm somewhat in order to grab the bottom rung of the ladder and pull himself up in seconds to the second floor landing.
"Are there rental rooms? Wanda, where are they going?"
A quick Google search on her phone and she was sure she had the answer. "Unless they are going to someone's actual apartment, which I doubt, this address is listed on Airbnb. The unit in question, which appears to be on the third or fourth floor, is not available for renting at the moment. I would hazard a guess that our friends are heading there."
"Third or fourth doesn't narrow it down much, Wanda. Can you get me a floor?" Kevin said as he went up the stairs to the third floor windows. Last thing he needed was to be spotted.
"I'm looking - they don't exactly advertise the apartment number on these sites." Frowning. Wanda quickly flipped through the pictures on the screen and kept glancing around through the windshield, trying to figure out the floor and the unit just from the pictures. "Fourth. The view from the third floor is more obstructed, so they're heading to the fourth floor."
Kevin slipped up the next flight of stairs and froze. There was a man working on a laptop on a table against the wall near an open window. His age and close cropped hair were similar to the others they'd been tracking. Kevin paused and concentrated, mottling his skin in a greenish-brown pattern similar to the tree behind him. If he stayed still, the man's eyes would try and erase him against the back drop. He heard a knock on the door and turned, giving Kevin a chance to scuttle up the last step and press against the wall between the windows. As he heard a chair pushed back, Kevin turned and slipped a piece of clear plastic the size of a playing card on to the window and dropped down the side to the third floor. There were no signs of anyone home, so he quickly jimmied open the window and slid in.
"Got the bug planted. You receiving?" He said as he put in his earpiece.
There was a brief pause and then the noise started to filter in through Wanda's earpiece. "Receiving and recording," she replied.
"Show time, boys." Kevin said.
"-LQ wants things operational by the end of the weekend."
"HELIOS isn't ready. I mean, three days is pushing things."
"Has to be. Monday might even be pushing it. We won't have much security available by then."
"LQ?" Kevin said, "What did the phone surveillance log call their leader?"
They replayed it in the van and Wanda shook her head in frustration. "We didn't catch it fully on the tape, either. Fucking mumblers. Maybe he'll say it again." Though that was a small hope - if they were well trained, they wouldn't be dropping the name of their boss all over the place.
"Forget it for now." He said as the conservation continued.
"We clean up the last of the dangling threads and we're done. The mutant signature will be the key."
"When it gets done."
"Don't push me, man. This is not easy shit."
"Damn." Kevin hissed. "We need more intel. Get Gabe in position. The computer and wi-fi are by an open window. I'll give you a distraction."
Wanda grabbed for her phone. "I've just texted him. He'll be in position shortly and will wait until your distraction is a go to make his actual move."
"Got it." Kevin pulled on his coat and swapped into one of his old defaults; a guy who Central Casting would send as your default dumb plumber or mechanic. By the time, he was at the apartment door, he'd acquired a handful of papers from the fire inspection box he passed and worked up a decent wheeze before he knocked on the door. "Move Gabe." He said, just as it was opened part way.
"Hey, is this is... whatsit? BNB apartment?" He said in his thick Bronx accent.
"The just went in the door beside the beauty shop." Kevin said as he crossed at 120th. There was a small abandoned fire station on the corner and a six story brick building beside them with a black fire escape out the front. The street traffic was light enough that Kevin could elongate his forearm somewhat in order to grab the bottom rung of the ladder and pull himself up in seconds to the second floor landing.
"Are there rental rooms? Wanda, where are they going?"
A quick Google search on her phone and she was sure she had the answer. "Unless they are going to someone's actual apartment, which I doubt, this address is listed on Airbnb. The unit in question, which appears to be on the third or fourth floor, is not available for renting at the moment. I would hazard a guess that our friends are heading there."
"Third or fourth doesn't narrow it down much, Wanda. Can you get me a floor?" Kevin said as he went up the stairs to the third floor windows. Last thing he needed was to be spotted.
"I'm looking - they don't exactly advertise the apartment number on these sites." Frowning. Wanda quickly flipped through the pictures on the screen and kept glancing around through the windshield, trying to figure out the floor and the unit just from the pictures. "Fourth. The view from the third floor is more obstructed, so they're heading to the fourth floor."
Kevin slipped up the next flight of stairs and froze. There was a man working on a laptop on a table against the wall near an open window. His age and close cropped hair were similar to the others they'd been tracking. Kevin paused and concentrated, mottling his skin in a greenish-brown pattern similar to the tree behind him. If he stayed still, the man's eyes would try and erase him against the back drop. He heard a knock on the door and turned, giving Kevin a chance to scuttle up the last step and press against the wall between the windows. As he heard a chair pushed back, Kevin turned and slipped a piece of clear plastic the size of a playing card on to the window and dropped down the side to the third floor. There were no signs of anyone home, so he quickly jimmied open the window and slid in.
"Got the bug planted. You receiving?" He said as he put in his earpiece.
There was a brief pause and then the noise started to filter in through Wanda's earpiece. "Receiving and recording," she replied.
"Show time, boys." Kevin said.
"-LQ wants things operational by the end of the weekend."
"HELIOS isn't ready. I mean, three days is pushing things."
"Has to be. Monday might even be pushing it. We won't have much security available by then."
"LQ?" Kevin said, "What did the phone surveillance log call their leader?"
They replayed it in the van and Wanda shook her head in frustration. "We didn't catch it fully on the tape, either. Fucking mumblers. Maybe he'll say it again." Though that was a small hope - if they were well trained, they wouldn't be dropping the name of their boss all over the place.
"Forget it for now." He said as the conservation continued.
"We clean up the last of the dangling threads and we're done. The mutant signature will be the key."
"When it gets done."
"Don't push me, man. This is not easy shit."
"Damn." Kevin hissed. "We need more intel. Get Gabe in position. The computer and wi-fi are by an open window. I'll give you a distraction."
Wanda grabbed for her phone. "I've just texted him. He'll be in position shortly and will wait until your distraction is a go to make his actual move."
"Got it." Kevin pulled on his coat and swapped into one of his old defaults; a guy who Central Casting would send as your default dumb plumber or mechanic. By the time, he was at the apartment door, he'd acquired a handful of papers from the fire inspection box he passed and worked up a decent wheeze before he knocked on the door. "Move Gabe." He said, just as it was opened part way.
"Hey, is this is... whatsit? BNB apartment?" He said in his thick Bronx accent.
