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xp_logsWhile the distraction is going on, Jubilee, Doug and Nat take the opportunity to raid John Sublime’s personal tent and wipe all information he might have about X-Force and Jasmine Destine.
"Five minutes," Doug told Nat and Jubilee after a quick glance at his wristwatch. The other members of the team were in place in front of the clinic to draw attention and give them an opening. "We go in through that side panel there-" he pointed at a piece of prefab plywood that looked like it would give way if you looked at it sternly. "That'll put us in the exam room right next to the security station. Incapacitate Sublime's guards, keep him immobilized long enough for Emma to get in his head and scrub out Jasmine and anything related to us, back out and cover our tracks." And then maybe he could actually -enjoy- some of Burning Man and not have to juggle a cover story because his parents were also on the playa.
"Sounds easy enough," Natasha said, knowing full well that the plan was likely to fall apart as soon as they made it through. The timing had to be just right and also not explode into a bigger conflict than they needed. She reached into the small bag hanging from her side and palmed some smoke bombs while foregoing the Widow's Bites. There probably wouldn't be time to pick those up on the way out and leaving no traces of who they were behind was the better option today.
Jubilee pulled herself up and carefully took the panel apart with a multi-tool she always kept in a pants pocket that hadn’t been designated ‘snacks’ It only took her a moment to hand it down to Doug before she used her arm strength to simply pull herself in and over in a flip that landed her on the ground inside softly enough that nobody elsewhere should have heard it.
She backed herself against the wall below the vent and made herself small, something to be overlooked if anyone should pass by.
“Doug, you’re next, Nat can close up after.”
"Those of us who had 'Jubilee does a gratuitous flip' on our mission Bingo cards, please mark that off," Doug muttered, only audible to the two with him. He could neither confirm nor deny that he had actually made one up for this, and if one did exist, he certainly wouldn't tell anyone where he had stashed it to mark off later. He crouched and ducked through the opening, into the empty exam room right where it was supposed to be.
Natasha bit back a smile before following them both in. She reached back out for the panel and carefully wedged it back in place such that from either side no one could tell the difference. The security fasteners she used would release with a specific series of touches to the center allowing the panel to be kicked outward when needed. She expected a fast exit was likely in their future.
Jubilee had moved further in, eying the pathways that led between the camp RVs and yurts. Sublime's personal RV was further in, behind a security station and small gate that kept it separate from the main compound of yurts and medical/staff RVs. She moved quickly between the various vehicles, giving off a vibe of 'I'm a young professional that's totally meant to be here, what about you?' as she trusted Doug and Nat to follow after.
She made it without a lot of resistance or problems to just the other side of one of the medical RV's, giving her a good view of the security station and the two guards currently speaking in low voices into what looked like overly complex walkie-talkies. It shouldn't be long now before their team made the distraction and let them past this last hurdle.
Doug snorted at the scene. "Who brings a fuckin' -gate- to a Burning Man compound?" He held up a hand. "Rhetorical, I know it's 'paranoid pharma bros'." He filched a clipboard out of a receptacle and handed it to Jubilee. "Okay, we'll do 'E-4 Mafia'." This was one he'd learned from Clint over their usual 'too much' amount of vodka - namely, that nobody tended to bother a low-level (in Clint's case, enlisted soldier) person walking with purpose and carrying papers of some kind. It would get one of them close enough and draw the guards' attention enough for the other two to get in to knock them unconscious quietly. "Jubes, you're the E-4. I'll get left, Nat, you get right."
"I thought you'd never ask," Jubilee replied, pulling out an iPad she'd lifted on their journey from the entrance to their current position. It didn't take her long to get through the basic security, tech bros might think they were smart but the sheer arrogance often led to truly horrible password security. "There, now I look like a PA with a purchase."
She pulled her hair up into a quick ponytail to complete the look and then gave her compatriots a swift bow before turning into a quick and confident walk toward the gate with the two guards. It took her only moments to reach them, and her voice rang out in what could only be called a 'radio announcers' accent. It was, given Jubilee's normal tone and speech, an entirely bizarre transformation.
"Gentlemen, I truly hope we aren't going to be as difficult as the last shift because I'll tell you now, Mr. Sublime does not like to be kept waiting."
The henchmen Sublime had were either really arrogant or really underprepared. Either way, it made their job easier. Natasha snuck down around the RV they were using as a vantage point and ambled toward the guards at an angle from the right. It was a more direct approach but the two guards had gotten into a pretty involved discussion with Jubilee. The one closest to her was reaching for a walkie-talkie and thumbing the catch on his holster nervously. Great. The last thing they needed was a trigger happy guard though it was likely a taser more than an actual gun. She doubted Sublime wanted that kind of attention so close to his operations.
She was right behind the guard as his voice started to rise. That was her cue. She kicked at his knees, buckling him to the ground instantly and covering his mouth before slamming a tranq needle into his thigh. He'd be out for a good while and there wouldn't be any identifying trace left behind in his system or on his person.
The second guard was on the verge of yelling out when Doug smashed the edge of his hand into his trachea. Instead of a yell, the only sound was the barest hint of a wheeze, and even that was muffled against Doug's arm as he wrapped it around the man's head to compress his carotid and induce unconsciousness. "Clear," he murmured, checking that the guard's pulse was still steady as he propped him against one of the gate pillars.
"Truly elegant," Jubilee noted while she carefully stepped over the body of one of the guards and headed toward the target, a rather space-age-looking RV with what looked like a retinal scanner set up at the entrance. "Douglas, dear, do be a peach and open this for us, won't you?"
Jubilee turned her head to grin at her friend with a wink. It wasn't often she got to pretend to be classy as fuck, and she did tend to overdo it on occasion.
"You can always tell the playa noobs," Doug said conversationally, placing his right hand against the scanner so that the retinal piece fit into the web of his thumb. ~have fun, friendos.~ "I mean, gosh, these things are so sensitive to sand and wind." The panel beeped twice, though the second one had the slow tail-off that suggested it had been ruined. "We're in," he announced as the door came ajar.
The hissing release of air followed by the two soft beeps could only mean one thing. Natasha glanced at her compatriots before stepping forward to push the door open. The array of lab equipment scattered before them was absurd for the middle of the desert and not out of place for a sci-fi film set in the future with fancy treatments and cures at the ready. The average looking man standing before them was little more out of place than the equipment. Natasha threw a few smoke bombs to obscure the highly likely present cameras then a few Widow's Bites toward Sublime himself. This needed to be a quick in and out.
Jubilee followed Natasha’s display of force with one of her own, ropes of multi colored plasma shooting from her fingers to slag several electronic devices around the RV. When she was finished there wasn’t a recording device that was operational in the room.
“I’d stay very still right now, if I were you,” she noted in her ‘I’m an intern from the Pacific NorthWest’ voice to the man who’d only had moments to react to their entry. “I can’t say anything else would go well for you.”
~Now, please, Auntie Em.~
Doug looked at their mark as he froze where he stood, almost certainly about to make some sort of indignant bombastic display. He looked just like his headshots, but possibly even more odious in person. "I'd give some pithy bon mot right about now, but you're not going to remember any of this in about sixty seconds, so..." He settled for a smirk and sticking out his tongue briefly. A few moments of very awkward silence later, Doug received the confirmation that any memory of Jasmine Destine, X-Force, or their network had been scoured from Sublime's brain.
"All right, let's beat feet," he told his teammates.
~Auntie Em, please let Tarot's team know they are good to activate the data wipe, and we're all clear here.~
"Five minutes," Doug told Nat and Jubilee after a quick glance at his wristwatch. The other members of the team were in place in front of the clinic to draw attention and give them an opening. "We go in through that side panel there-" he pointed at a piece of prefab plywood that looked like it would give way if you looked at it sternly. "That'll put us in the exam room right next to the security station. Incapacitate Sublime's guards, keep him immobilized long enough for Emma to get in his head and scrub out Jasmine and anything related to us, back out and cover our tracks." And then maybe he could actually -enjoy- some of Burning Man and not have to juggle a cover story because his parents were also on the playa.
"Sounds easy enough," Natasha said, knowing full well that the plan was likely to fall apart as soon as they made it through. The timing had to be just right and also not explode into a bigger conflict than they needed. She reached into the small bag hanging from her side and palmed some smoke bombs while foregoing the Widow's Bites. There probably wouldn't be time to pick those up on the way out and leaving no traces of who they were behind was the better option today.
Jubilee pulled herself up and carefully took the panel apart with a multi-tool she always kept in a pants pocket that hadn’t been designated ‘snacks’ It only took her a moment to hand it down to Doug before she used her arm strength to simply pull herself in and over in a flip that landed her on the ground inside softly enough that nobody elsewhere should have heard it.
She backed herself against the wall below the vent and made herself small, something to be overlooked if anyone should pass by.
“Doug, you’re next, Nat can close up after.”
"Those of us who had 'Jubilee does a gratuitous flip' on our mission Bingo cards, please mark that off," Doug muttered, only audible to the two with him. He could neither confirm nor deny that he had actually made one up for this, and if one did exist, he certainly wouldn't tell anyone where he had stashed it to mark off later. He crouched and ducked through the opening, into the empty exam room right where it was supposed to be.
Natasha bit back a smile before following them both in. She reached back out for the panel and carefully wedged it back in place such that from either side no one could tell the difference. The security fasteners she used would release with a specific series of touches to the center allowing the panel to be kicked outward when needed. She expected a fast exit was likely in their future.
Jubilee had moved further in, eying the pathways that led between the camp RVs and yurts. Sublime's personal RV was further in, behind a security station and small gate that kept it separate from the main compound of yurts and medical/staff RVs. She moved quickly between the various vehicles, giving off a vibe of 'I'm a young professional that's totally meant to be here, what about you?' as she trusted Doug and Nat to follow after.
She made it without a lot of resistance or problems to just the other side of one of the medical RV's, giving her a good view of the security station and the two guards currently speaking in low voices into what looked like overly complex walkie-talkies. It shouldn't be long now before their team made the distraction and let them past this last hurdle.
Doug snorted at the scene. "Who brings a fuckin' -gate- to a Burning Man compound?" He held up a hand. "Rhetorical, I know it's 'paranoid pharma bros'." He filched a clipboard out of a receptacle and handed it to Jubilee. "Okay, we'll do 'E-4 Mafia'." This was one he'd learned from Clint over their usual 'too much' amount of vodka - namely, that nobody tended to bother a low-level (in Clint's case, enlisted soldier) person walking with purpose and carrying papers of some kind. It would get one of them close enough and draw the guards' attention enough for the other two to get in to knock them unconscious quietly. "Jubes, you're the E-4. I'll get left, Nat, you get right."
"I thought you'd never ask," Jubilee replied, pulling out an iPad she'd lifted on their journey from the entrance to their current position. It didn't take her long to get through the basic security, tech bros might think they were smart but the sheer arrogance often led to truly horrible password security. "There, now I look like a PA with a purchase."
She pulled her hair up into a quick ponytail to complete the look and then gave her compatriots a swift bow before turning into a quick and confident walk toward the gate with the two guards. It took her only moments to reach them, and her voice rang out in what could only be called a 'radio announcers' accent. It was, given Jubilee's normal tone and speech, an entirely bizarre transformation.
"Gentlemen, I truly hope we aren't going to be as difficult as the last shift because I'll tell you now, Mr. Sublime does not like to be kept waiting."
The henchmen Sublime had were either really arrogant or really underprepared. Either way, it made their job easier. Natasha snuck down around the RV they were using as a vantage point and ambled toward the guards at an angle from the right. It was a more direct approach but the two guards had gotten into a pretty involved discussion with Jubilee. The one closest to her was reaching for a walkie-talkie and thumbing the catch on his holster nervously. Great. The last thing they needed was a trigger happy guard though it was likely a taser more than an actual gun. She doubted Sublime wanted that kind of attention so close to his operations.
She was right behind the guard as his voice started to rise. That was her cue. She kicked at his knees, buckling him to the ground instantly and covering his mouth before slamming a tranq needle into his thigh. He'd be out for a good while and there wouldn't be any identifying trace left behind in his system or on his person.
The second guard was on the verge of yelling out when Doug smashed the edge of his hand into his trachea. Instead of a yell, the only sound was the barest hint of a wheeze, and even that was muffled against Doug's arm as he wrapped it around the man's head to compress his carotid and induce unconsciousness. "Clear," he murmured, checking that the guard's pulse was still steady as he propped him against one of the gate pillars.
"Truly elegant," Jubilee noted while she carefully stepped over the body of one of the guards and headed toward the target, a rather space-age-looking RV with what looked like a retinal scanner set up at the entrance. "Douglas, dear, do be a peach and open this for us, won't you?"
Jubilee turned her head to grin at her friend with a wink. It wasn't often she got to pretend to be classy as fuck, and she did tend to overdo it on occasion.
"You can always tell the playa noobs," Doug said conversationally, placing his right hand against the scanner so that the retinal piece fit into the web of his thumb. ~have fun, friendos.~ "I mean, gosh, these things are so sensitive to sand and wind." The panel beeped twice, though the second one had the slow tail-off that suggested it had been ruined. "We're in," he announced as the door came ajar.
The hissing release of air followed by the two soft beeps could only mean one thing. Natasha glanced at her compatriots before stepping forward to push the door open. The array of lab equipment scattered before them was absurd for the middle of the desert and not out of place for a sci-fi film set in the future with fancy treatments and cures at the ready. The average looking man standing before them was little more out of place than the equipment. Natasha threw a few smoke bombs to obscure the highly likely present cameras then a few Widow's Bites toward Sublime himself. This needed to be a quick in and out.
Jubilee followed Natasha’s display of force with one of her own, ropes of multi colored plasma shooting from her fingers to slag several electronic devices around the RV. When she was finished there wasn’t a recording device that was operational in the room.
“I’d stay very still right now, if I were you,” she noted in her ‘I’m an intern from the Pacific NorthWest’ voice to the man who’d only had moments to react to their entry. “I can’t say anything else would go well for you.”
~Now, please, Auntie Em.~
Doug looked at their mark as he froze where he stood, almost certainly about to make some sort of indignant bombastic display. He looked just like his headshots, but possibly even more odious in person. "I'd give some pithy bon mot right about now, but you're not going to remember any of this in about sixty seconds, so..." He settled for a smirk and sticking out his tongue briefly. A few moments of very awkward silence later, Doug received the confirmation that any memory of Jasmine Destine, X-Force, or their network had been scoured from Sublime's brain.
"All right, let's beat feet," he told his teammates.
~Auntie Em, please let Tarot's team know they are good to activate the data wipe, and we're all clear here.~
