Dateline: December 28th 2050, 0005 Local Time
It’s just after midnight as the team exits the elevator on the seventh floor of the opulent Ottoman Hotel. The place is buzzing – the main theater area is full of Glitterati and gawkers as their current boss, Friedlander Bey, opens the notorious Grey Auction, an event which sells expensive stolen property in full public view over three days. The concourse is thronged with well-dressed guests, and the concessions lounge is open and doing a roaring trade in expensive food, drink, souvenirs and fashion accessories. For a moment they stop to absorb the bustle, then begin their sweep of the floor.
Pacoy has been preparing his Toys. “Okay Guys, a rundown – five Buzzbots: I was thinking one concealed in each of the 2 stairwells, one on Floor Two concealed near the Backgammon area, one on Seven in the Main theater, and one in our room just in case – all on standby.” Pacoy tics off the points on his fingers. “I have three Pinbots on me, a mini-can of bear-foam in the room that can be swapped into a fire-safety bot, and one ach of my Mako and Duwende light-ground-bots in the room ready for placement Oh…and a Kestrel. I’m open for tactical input…”
Mac adjusts his new Vortexo pistol as it sits in his coat pocket, jogging it so it sits more naturally. “Gotta say, this place is more alive than a bar at the end of the workweek. You certainly are prepared, Pacoy. I’ve got my eyes, ears, and my camera. I’d say we focus on the auction to start off – not sure where the threat is liable to surface from yet.” Pitbull keeps his eyes on the guests as he grunts a reply to Pacoy. “Sounds like you’ve got it, brah.” Able nods, his face shifting into a stylishly handsome older gentleman with a slight streak of gray in his hair. He fades into the background and begins mingling with the guests immediately as he continues the subvocal communication. “Sounds acceptable, Pacoy.” As Able moves, he carefully watches for anything that seems out of place or for anyone acting suspiciously.
Candy ticks off on his own hands, "Right, and Hugh can assist with surveillance of those stationed Buzzbots and any other tasks where you think his skills will be of use. I’ll start making conversation with any guests that strike a cord, see if I can find anyone claiming to be something they’re not. Make some friends, check in and use them as thermometers for unusual activity or individuals.”