* Sonia tries to find an open door, an open window, or open a door, as she walks
around the back of the hotel. It can't be that hard, it's a hotel!
* Montana walks up behind Sonia. "You got the room number, darlin'?"
<Sonia> Yeah. It's the one the cops are all up in.
<@Brett> [There's a back door, some windows, a kitchen door, a fire escape...]
<Montana> (Which would be the best to enter and not be noticed, in Montana's
estimation?)
<@Brett> ( The fire escape, since the police are probably controlling the lobby
and the guy's on one of the higher floors.] )
* Montana points out the fire escape, then jumps up to climb it.
<@Brett> [Going up!]
* Sonia bounces off the wall in an angle jump, to follow Montana up easily.
<@Brett> [You get to the room shortly after.  Sure enough, through the window
you can see the cops, setting up tape outlines, taking pictures, etc.]
* Sonia gestures in and says, "You're the one that gets invisible, boy."
* Montana nods. He ducks under the window and starts stripping quickly, removing
hat, jacket, pants, the skins on his boots - pulling on gloves and mask. A quick
switch of weapons to under the vest and he's done.
* Montana pulls himself up to look through the window again, once that's done,
blending with the background and checking to see how easy/quietly it will open.
<@Brett> ( Gimme a breaking and entering roll! )
<@Brett> [Montana should be able to get the window open without too much
trouble.]
<Montana> (Are they super distracted?)
<Montana> (Well.)
<@Brett> ( They're looking for evidence. Their senses are pretty alert. )
* Montana murmurs to Sonia, "Might be needin' a distraction, darlin'. Can you
come up with one?"
* Montana also hands her his hat, as if he loses anything, it's not going to be
that.
* Sonia shrugs, then goes to find an empty room. "I'll come around their front
door. Yeah?"
<Sonia> (Bust into an empty room, go out, come down the hall, annoy the cops.)
<@Brett> ( K :P )
<Montana> Sounds good ta me.
* Sonia goes to execute the plan as described!
* Montana waits!
<@Brett> [No sooner does Sonia show up than some of the cops usher her out.  But
they stay with her, too, asking her all sorts of questions.
<@Brett> ]
* Sonia frowns and tries to make sure they keep their distance, but hopefully
she gave Montana distraction enough. Thankfully, she doesn't know anything they
care about!
* Montana opens the window and climbs through once the cops are thoroughly
distracted and out of the room. He moves quickly, looking for anything
interesting and willing to pinch evidence if he has to.
<@Brett> ( Montana, stealth roll! And awareness roll! )
<Montana> (Stealth first.)
<Sonia> (We're stealing all the good rolls.)
<Sonia> (ATC4 had a hell of a rough night.)
<Montana> (We are dirty thieves!)
<@Brett> [Montana arouses no suspicion as he enters the room. He also obtains a)
a datacube. b) a broken blade.]
<Montana> (Also, generally, can he tell what happened?)
<@Brett> ( People got stabbed and/or shot )
<@Brett> ( The blade fragment is curved, and sharp on the inside. )
* Montana tucks the evidence away, then climbs back out, gently closing the
window behind him! Sonia can probably see all of this, given the sonar.
<Montana> (Well, "see".)
<@Brett> ( Probably! )
* Sonia does her best to extricate herself from the cops being wordy without
SMOKEBOMB!
<@Brett> [The cops seem reluctant!]
<Sonia> (Stupid cops!)
* Montana removes his mask and gloves, then pulls his clothes back on - he is so
very fast at this now - and slaps his hat back on his head before heading down
the fire escape!
<@Brett> [Montana escapes!]
<Montana> (The fire!)
<@Brett> ( Waiting on Sonia :o )
<Sonia> (I'm not going to attack them.)
<@Brett> ( Whatcha gonna do then? :P )
* Sonia just keeps answering their questions with 'Was staying in the hotel' and
'I don't know anything, was seeing what the noise was about' in english.
<@Brett> [Sooner or later they let her go, after getting her contact info and
warning her not to leave town until they say so.]
* Sonia gives them fake contact info and makes a note to buy a new wardrobe.
<@Brett> ( Victory! Of a sorts )
* Sonia then heads out and down to rejoin Montana, and says to him in a low
slightly annoyed tone, "You know how much I hate cops, boy."
<Sonia> Tell me you got somethin'.
<Montana> Two somethin's.
* Montana slips the datacube out of his sleeve and holds it between two fingers,
the blade piece appearing in his other hands. "Thinkin' we could do somethin'
with these, yeah?"
* Sonia looks at 'em, shrugs, and says, "Can try. I've got to get new clothes,
had to lie to the cops so now it's hiding time."
* Montana shakes his head, the evidence disappearing again. "Y'gonna have ta
change yer hair?"
* Sonia shrugs. "And after all that work."
<Montana> Fuckin' shame.  Sorry 'bout that.
* Sonia nods slightly and says, "Life on the wrong side, boy. Thanks."
* @Brett (samurai@c-174-54-248-174.hsd1.pa.comcast.net) Quit (Quit: z.x)
<Montana> (I think that means we ended!)
<Sonia> (IF we have to!)
<Montana> [End!]