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Boots on the ground wasn't as eventful as a phrase as people would have thought just hearing it, at least not yet. Stake outs seemed a lot more interesting in movies, when two cops would sit in their car and trade witty banter with one another until they had something better to do. Capture the criminals, kick some ass, drop some horrible one liners and then.... progress?

Instead, Gabby was sitting in the drivers seat of a van that wasn't hers with Chinese takeout with her phone propped up and plugged into the console to keep it charged while she kept her eyes on the storefront across from her. Based on what Noah had given her, the storefront was... well, a front. But not for just any innocent store. It was a small hit for them to take on that connected back to the files they'd pulled from Iris Labs. Expansive criminal empire? Good. She was going to give it another firm little kick to another small operation to burn some time. Because she didn't exactly have anything else going on in her life other than what Noah could point her at. And right now that meant they had to wait until Noah's go, who was presently jumping in between the security systems within the building., familiarizing himself with the environment. Gabby was doing the same, watching as different images flashed across the screen that was propped up before her.

The storefront area looked simple enough. However, the area behind it, when she took the time to flip through it and even when Noah got into a coded manifest... well, it seemed like they were trafficking drugs through a small warehouse area in the back. That was simple enough. She could handle that with ease - it was just a matter of taking out the guards, call the police and leave them in a position to be captured. Noah was already having information copied and saved to one of his server farms for review, so from there they would have something to work with when they got back to the Locker. First they just had to make a statement.

"Gabby." Said Noah's voice, getting her attention as she glanced up from her freshly finished takeout. Her eyes met the camera of her phone and the images flickered out to a blue overlay that was Noah's marker of presence. "Let's get this done quickly. I counted at least six men inside." It was good he kept track then, Gabby had only seen four. "Got it." And just like that, up came the black bandanna wrapped around her neck, tightened, and her hair was quickly tied off and pushed into her ball cap before her hand came up and grabbed the phone before she hopped out and turned from the van, tossing the takeout and tilting her head down as she made her way across the street. Noah was already bound to be blurring her form to the security cameras, so she wasn't too worried about that. What she did next was bound to get some peoples attention anyway and drastically shorten the time she would have on the ground anyway. Which was why she needed to move quickly and keep to a strict timetable.

She walked forward, avoiding the gaze of a man inside and stood just around the side of the building before her hand came up and tapped her phone with her thumb. Noah gave an affirmative beep before the van across in the alley she had just in revved to live and began rolling forward, blasting through the storefront suddenly with a loud crash. Yelling followed, and Gabby walked around the side of the building to the coded lock she had examined earlier. "Noah." Before she'd even finished saying his name, the locks light turned green and the door popped open. They were in, which meant they had to keep this momentum going.

It'd be a real shame if something went wrong there.

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 The worst thing about being a teenager on a week night when school was out? There was absolutely nothing to do. No cool projects in the work, nobody online to talk to, and that left Fixer with one thing to do; use her powers for entertainment. Her dual computer monitors flicked through data streams of hundreds of supposedly secure networks, just snooping for the sake of it, sales figures and schedules for the covenience store across the street, internal office memos about not responding to phishing mail, collision of a smart car in to a little shop that sold bad New York souvenirs.

That last one got the green haired technopath's interest. There'd been an interesting trail of cyber attacks on Iris Labs, a very interesting company with lots of cool technology in those isolated server banks of theirs. Picked up a few really nice circuit layouts from their accessible mainframes, but if you really wanted anything good you'd need internal access. Judging by the little code tricks that had been used to get in to this store, this particular one running crack and some bootleg narcotics, it was the very same hacker but the connection there was unclear. What WAS clear was that this attacker of this particular building was tech savvy enought to hack Iris. Another technopath, maybe?

Fixer took a sip of her Dr. Pepper on standby and pinged herself in to the system. Given the sharp uptick in traffic her guess was at least partly right. With a thought she flipped to the security systems through the router, giving her a bird's eye view of the place. They had the back of the store converted in to a warehouse, and several thug looking dudes were in there drawing weapons and generally looking suspucious. And then the 'hero' appeared, dressed in a heavy jacket and a bandana type deal, entering through the back security door. Nobody really expected such an entrance, so it didn't look like anyone was paying attention there. Too bad there weren't any microphones in there to hear what was going on.

But, still, if this was a drug bust it was better than matching with randoms on one of her games. She leaned forward with a sneaky smile of her face, lit up only by the soft glow of her computer screen. Sure she didn't need the screens, but it was convenient. How about a little bit of mayhem for tonight's show? The masked whoever was being sneaky, why not a distraction? That was about the time the fire sprinklers in the back sprung to life and the radio speakers in the warehouse produced an awful static noise from an irregular sound loop she was fond of.

She even left a little message in the system for them to find.

//I wonder how much value crack loses if you drown it in water?\\

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The moment that someone else entered the system, Noah's systems pinged it and went on high alert, darting through and looking for signs of the other users activity and what they were planning to do - reinforcing the blurring of Gabby within the frames of the cameras to turn her into a pixelated, blurry mess of colors that vaguely had human movements to it. They even left a message... "Gabby, someone else is--"

Gabriella was about to take a few steps forward and start to engage the men one by one when a sound met her ear at the same time as Noah... soon followed by a hiss, and then the water came down. She'd taken care to completely waterproof her tech, of course, so she wasn't overly worried about that... but it still caught her off guard. "Mierda, Noah what the fuck is going on?" She muttered, moving forward to get a lay of the land in the warehouse, now with a bunch of shouting idiots with guns who were wet and even more agitated than they already were with the sprinklers going off.

"Someone else is in the system. Not me. Trying to trace them."

"Hijo de puta !Muttered the vigilante as she reached into her coat, throwing up her hood with one hand as she slipped on a pair of brass knuckles. Now it was a matter of trying to make something out of this mess. "Keep me posted."

She emerged from behind the crates, with sights on one of the men who was moving to try to figure out why the fuck the fire suppression system was going off, with his back to her. She closed in quickly, cracked him over the back of the skull, and gave a kick for good measure before she bent down, grabbed his gun, rolled over her shoulder to peer into the next aisle as one of the other men came into view - then cracked off a shot that pierced through his leg and another to his shoulder. He'd live, she just needed him disabled. Judging by his screaming as he hit the ground, she'd accomplished that task as she unloaded the gun in her hand, popped the round in the chamber, and then threw it over her shoulder. "Lights."

And with a swipe of her thumb, there went the electrical grid of the building.

Meanwhile, the other side of the battle was taking place in cyberspace, as the AI zoned in on the intruders connection. A pretty solidly protected one, but the AI had his ways to weasel his way in - at least in a limited capacity. As he struggled to break through, and then finally got results, in the corner of Fixer's screen, a text box popped up in a word document.

// Who are you?
Why are you here? \\

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Wouldn't you know it, the mystery shopper apparently had the ability to try storming the place while simultaneously monitoring the internal traffic on the server. Even messed with the camera footage, which would be quite the task for a normal person. And then they cut the power, and all of a sudden her bit of entertainment was shut down.

"Tch, lame," Amelia muttered, but it wasn't all a loss. Apparently hacker man cared enough about that little trick that he started trying to trace her own signal. Well, she could do that too, this wasn't the first time she'd been probed. Pretty impressive response time though. She'd have been impressed if she wasn't still annoyed.

He even managed to get minor access with a familiar code technique she'd used once, allowing him access to some minor applications. Unfortunately for him, she didn't trust webcams. He even left her a little note while she ran a trace program on him, how nice! She had something to keep her occupied.

//who am I?
//0/10, worst phishing attempt ever
//you should let people help you lol
//did you see that guy next to the speakers when the alarm played?
//he jumped like a foot in the air it was great
//sorry about your car
//it looked expensive
//shouldn't you be worried about those guys with guns?