"Here." He hands her some documentation on the city and its history, for her to read when she has time. "We'll be heading to the exfil point within the hour. When we leave, that's when you'll head south to the ruins." Sonya groans. "And here I was planning to go on holiday somewhere nice..." She chuckles. "Oh well, one more mission, I guess, before I can head to the beach."
Dylan smiled to himself as he followed the heiress inside. Sure, he was not exactly a people person but sometimes expecting the worst impulses from others could be... useful. He clicked his tongue in annoyance. He had expected not being able to read the text blindly but it still annoyed him. That said, noting the trap, he carefully placed the device and amulet together. He avoided touching the rim as he did so, curious to see how the two items would work when properly combined. He also reached into his bag to pull out a small, worn notebook to write down whatever information (understandable or not) was revealed.
Natasha look briefly at the documents and heavy sign. That will be a lot of study "How far from here it should be that tomb and did we know anything about area what we had to cross?" She asked and later go to her tent, to get change in civilian clothes. With heavy heart she must leave her military uniform, to not attract attention.
"Then I think this is the method to go with. Nobody questions you wearing gloves, or being in places that raise an eyebrow for guests. A freak poisoning accident also serves as an excuse to where the new hire mysteriously disappeared too." Nodding in agreement with her own idea, she rose. "Let me know where I need to go, and I can get to work."
As he applies the amulet to the decoder, the ancient mechanism begins to turn, and the spikes spring out, more than fast enough to impale someone's hands. "What in tarnation...?" The heiress utters as the spikes retract. Though thousands of years old, the decoder begins to spin, complicated machinery inside working better than a modern watch, before it finally slows, the symbol rearranging to form complex sets of numbers. Spoiler: Lore Roll D100: 61+10 (Apocrypha)=71 (Pass) This time, Dylan can read what's being written. He might not know the language, but he know the ancient numerical system being used. Converting the numbers into Arabic numerals, he sees that they're a set of coordinates. Spoiler: Dexterity Roll D100: 98 (Crit) Dylan notices the heiress trying to peek over his shoulder to look at his notebook as he writes the coordinates down, but he's able to angle himself so that not only can she not see, he doesn't even look like he's trying to hinder her, or that he's noticed her peeking. "So, did that give you anything?' She asks, impatient.
"Only a few hours by foot, luckily." He nods. "This part of the country isn't too bad. You won't be dying of thirst in this desert, and there's shade from the sun in among the mountains. Before too long you'll reach the site and look like a tourist."
"Very well." Amedee sends the information being played on the TV to Katherine's phone, including the address of the mansion. "Good luck." The trip to the chateau only takes an hour, giving her a chance to stop by her place if she wants to, on the way. Soon, Katherine stands within sight of the great mansion. Around the exterior, she sees workmen, plenty of them, working to put up signs for the gala, and bringing supplies in and out. The guards, as promised, are mafia types. They range from being young and fit to old and overweight, but all of them have the vibe of killers.
Natasha change into civilian clothes, hoping that no of her commrads are peeking at her. As she leave, she put down her AK-47. It was impossible to smuggle it as the tourist, so her gun and combat knive must be enough for her. She checked her backpack for all supplies and get ready with Sonya, reading her new backstory from documents.
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 59 (Pass) She spots one of the men trying to sneak a peek as she changes, looking away as he realises he's been found out. Outside, Natasha reads her cover story, reading that she's a student of Middle Eastern history on a trip to see ancient Achaemenid Dynasty ruins, with Sonya having a similar cover. "Alright, girls." Georgio looks at them as the squad gets ready to leave. "Good luck. When you've completed your mission, head to the exfil point." He hands her a small black item with a button on it. "Press the button, and it'll send a signal to tell us that you're ready for pickup."
"Oh yes, quite a bit," Dylan replies, giving the heiress a very smug grin as he abruptly slams his notebook closed, knowing she could not have gleaned anything of value from her attempt to peek, "I do believe I can find your treasures and power now. Of course, while I will deliver what I promised, I'll be taking my fair share as well. Though I'm wondering... if you're interested in more, what would you be willing to pay for it?"
There was no doubt in her mind that this couple was well funded and most likely did have connections to the underground. Not the kind of person you wanted knowing your true identity. But for....what was it? She glanced at the false driver's licence for a moment before putting it away in her purse. But for Clarrise Traivers, it wouldn't be a problem to track down someone who doesn't exist. As she stepped out of her vehicle, she could feel the silk of her stockings as she stretched her leg. She was more than used to wearing skin tight fabric on a regular basis, so it didn't bother her too much as she felt the light silk of her maid outfit rub along her skin. Not that even such a mundane outfit did such a good job of hiding her figure. She had the foressight to do what she could, taping her breasts down to hide her bust, but the things had a mind of a their own, and even with her precautions they were still pretty noticeable. Between wearing flat footwear, wearing her hair down, to make herself appear shorter and more mousey, as well as having the sense to die it a jet black, she hoped she looked convincingly like a different person. A bit of makeup to look younger, eye color contacts, and everything...she didn't take half measures. But....the annoyance was there. She was meant to be whispered about for being impossible to catch, like nothing more than the wind. But, she kept her head down and walked slowly. Partially in an attempt to feign nervousness, and also to the fact that if there was one thing she'd have trouble disguising well, it was her voice. She didn't want to be in a position where she had to say much. She just needed to hurry up, so she could change out of this, get her hair back to normal and get to work. Clutching the papers of some quickly dashed off resume, she began to advance looking for whoever looked important enough to be the head of staff, already feeling a genuine nervous twitch in her hand, getting impatient at the idea of how long she'd have to put up with going through with her own idea.
Natasha send deadly stare to men who try on her and make mark of cutting throat to him, but quickly returns her duty. "Yes Sir and good luck sir." She give salute and leave with Sonya. "Let's hope we didn't meet too much people on our way." She said as they march, staying on guard, if no one watching them.
"Alright, some tablets, and maybe some notes. Got it. Anything else you need me for?" He asked, and if the old man didn't need anything else. Mori heads out, he'll first start scoping out Helga's home. Though within a gated community, the smuggle decides he'll need to be creative. So he attempts to call some contacts to see if anyone knows who picks up the garbage in her area, and whether or not he could hitch a ride with them as a garbage collector.
She looks at him. "How much do you want? The price isn't important, I can pay it." The heiress says with utter confidence.
As she approaches the house, Katherine hears a loud voice shout "Hey! You!" Turning, she sees a bald headed mafioso glaring at her. "Servants use the servant entrance! Over there! Pezzo di merda!" He sighs. Inside the house, she looks around, finding it as decadent as she imagined, with priceless paintings on the walls. "May I help you, miss?" Turning, she sees a flamboyant looking young man looking at her. "You're not on the staff." It's impressive that he'd know that, given how many staff are probably being hired. Looking at her, he spots the papers in her hand. "Ah, you're looking to apply? Follow me, then." Turning on his heel, the young man leads her into a small side room. "You're aware that this is a temporary position, I assume?" Snatching the papers, he gives them a look. "Right, right. This seems acceptable, I guess. I'll give your references a call, of course. As for your duties here, you'll be expected to be on call whenever you're required, until the gala has ended. You'll be cleaning and serving drinks primarily. While sexual services are not a part of your job description, you are not to make a scene if propositioned. Simply politely decline. Understood?" He looks at her.
"I know what you mean." Sonya agrees. Heading forth, they soon arive in a long canyon, moving between high walls of rock. "Strange that they'd give this job to you specifically." Sonya chats idly. "I guess they're impressed by you. Or maybe they just picked your name out of a hat." She chuckles. Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100 83 Just then, Natasha heard something above. A...whirring? Suddenly, she realises what it is. Helicopter blades. A chopper is about to fly over the canyon. Luckily, since she heard it first, Natasha has a little bit of time before it reaches a point where it could spot her.
"Get cover" Natasha wisperd to Sonya, dragging her to the wall in shadow place to get hidden. She hold her breath looking at helicopter and wondering to which side it belongs. They both stay quiet and don't move.
"Um...y...yes..." She kept her words quiet, saying as little as possible. This man seemed awfully prim and proper. Almost like he was born out of another time period with the lack of modernism in his style. No doubt a professional at this kind of life. She didn't doubt he was likely the smartest man in the house. He could be a problem. Yet, she breathed. He didn't have any reason to suspect her of anything yet or assume that this place was even be targeted yet. Her heart did tense for a moment, at knowing he'd want to check her references. She just had to hope Amadee's people would have that covered. Worst case scenario, he'd assume she lied on her resume which wasn't exactly a crime. It would ruin her chances to get as close as she liked, but she still had this time to see the layout and scope out for cameras and alarms, while making it look as if she was just having trouble making eye contact. As far as her actual experience went, she had seen the maids clean things before. How hard could it be? "..is it really that kind of party?" Her tone came off genuinely curious. After all, it would let her be able to have a plan B in place. Getting naked and exposed wouldn't be a good option, but seduction was a pretty standard weapon and that would mean this rich upstart would be vulnerable to it, if it had to come too that.
Kaneds shakes his head, now more interested in the girls. Luckily for Mori, outside of construction, garbage is probably the industry most heavily infiltrated by the yakuza, making it easy for him to hitch a ride on a truck, being handed some overalls to change into. Spoiler: Awareness roll D100: 38+20 (Danger Sense)=58 (Pass) An hour later, Mori stands in front of Helga's home, as the regular garbage men work. Looking at the house, he sees no guards, not too surprising since the girl's father is only the Swedish ambassador, not the most high risk position in Japan. There is, though, security. Looking at the house, he sees both quality alarms, as well as a surveillance camera at the front door, and probably another at the back, though he can't confirm from this angle. The door opens, and Mori sees his target exit the house with a garbage bag in hand. "Wait just a moment!" She rushes over to put the bag in one of the bins before the truck does its work. "Thank you very much for waiting." She speaks perfect Japanese, bowing respectfully, and as she does, Mori notes that the blonde is even bustier in real life. "Have a good afternoon!" She turns and heads to go back inside. Mori notes that with her back turned, the girl is vulnerable, though the camera is pointed right at him, and given that she's a cheerleader, she's likely more fit than him.
Hmm. Guess they're still properly keeping watch on her, but she seems like a girl too kind for her own good. Mori thinks to himself, "Uhm, excuse me, missy. You forgot to segregate your trash." He picks up the bag she just put in, "See, there's some recyclables, and non-recyclables in here." He said, "But don't worry, I'll handle it." Mori then gave a kind smile, "But still, you should probably look into having a different bin, or at least a different bag for different sorts of trash. I'd be happy to help you some time." He chuckled, trying to seem like a helpful individual
