“Come on Jax! A rave will be fun. And you’ve got to get out of the house a bit more.”
“Sorry Grace, with all the jobs lately I’ve kind of neglected Kira. Besides I’m feeling drained.”
“Ok, sure. Well I’ll see you on the plane to Montreal in a couple of days then.”
Grace gets off the Northline metro as close as possible to the warehouse. A little less than a kilometer. Enough to be dangerous but a little to close to bother with a cab.
Grace keeps an eye on AR for hidden icons or weapons. A couple of short blocks from the warehouse, a weapon pops up on AR on one of a few youths just at the entrance of the next alley. Grace slows her pace and throws a quick data spike at the pistol.
“What the frak?”, one of the gangers reaches for his commlink as another data spike fries his pistol.
The three gangers start forward toward their mark.
Grace points her Ares Predator and tags one of the gangers with a gel round.
They still come forward but now at a sprint. Grace takes one more shot with the Predator which takes down the first ganger.
One of the gangers rushes forward with a knife and stabs. Grace parries with her sword and then kicks out the other ganger’s legs. He falls down and his club goes flying.
The knife wielder stabs again but Grace gets out of the way enough that the knife can’t penetrate the armored vest. Both gangers start to back up. The one who dropped the club looks at his friend and then turns to run. The other looks down and sees the sword pull out of his chest and the blood gushes forth.
Grace walks into the warehouse, wanders past the bar and climbs up into the rafters just checking out the atmosphere. Damn should have come a bit later she thought when she pulled up the schedule of the DJs and realized she didn’t like the first one who was still mid-set.
She pulled up AR again and started scanning the room. So the normal stuff you’d find anywhere: cameras, commlinks, earbuds and glasses. The rave stuff like: whirling blinking lights and toys, clothes, hell even vibrators…
She hacks her way into the security system and starts to move about in the cameras. Outside shows more people coming and a few security guys trying to keep things in order. Inside shows the strobe lights, disco balls, lasers and dancers moving without thought to the beat of the music. Another camera shows the inside of the office space which is now filled chairs and tables as a chill out room. The last camera shows a nice little empty foyer with a small couch, a few chairs and a few end tables.
Later in the night after a few different DJs have taken the stage, Grace is dancing and a cute guy has been trying to get her attention. Its hard to avoid contact now that the space is packed and their bodies have been bumping and grinding for most of the last set.
She turns and starts to make her way through the crowd and heads toward the chill out room for some much needed water. The cute guy following right along behind her. She buys a couple of water bottles, finishes one in hurry. She goes into AR again, the foyer is still empty, she hacks the lock and sees the green light go on.
“Ok, follow me”, she says to the cute guy as she grabs the door. After they enter, their lips lock, she opens her eyes briefly and notices the camera in the corner. Flipping back to AR, she cycles the camera before going back to enjoying the attention.
“We are going where?”, Grace blurts out blushing. She promptly changes her display to her matrix persona.
“To a warehouse on…”, Alan starts to respond.
“I heard you”, Grace states a bit to forcefully.
“Then why did you ask?”
“I think that means she knows the place. You know the layout and security, Grace?”, André interrupts.
“I guess…”, Grace starts and then glances at Zak who is blissfully ignorant, “I guess you could say I’m intimately familiar with the place.”
“And leave it at that!”, Grace interrupts as André started to talk.