[b]00:00 - Docks District, New Orleans, Louisiana, CAS[/b]

[i]Warehouse Sector 1, in front of Warehouse 02.[/i]

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[hider=Floor 1][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/Ghurdrich/Floor%201_zpsljbpdbke.png[/img][/hider]
[hider=Floor 2][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/Ghurdrich/Floor%202_zpsz1dgzdvc.png[/img][/hider]
[hider=Side View][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/Ghurdrich/SideView_zpsy0jentev.png[/img][/hider]
[hider=Notes]Doors at the front and back are large double doors, sized so that a forklift can be driven through them with relative ease. Loading doors at the side span two stories tall, and roll up from the inside, locked with a small padlock. Can't be opened from outside.
Two rooms on the first floor, one for inbound goods, the other for outbound. Depending on how long the target has been inside the warehouse, it could be in either. Both room are quite large, but are only one story tall. You can see into them from the overhead walkway, but there is no access to them from there.
Employee facilities are on the second floor, accessible only from the overhead walkway There is a large room serving as a general meeting/break room, and the supervisor's office can only be accessed from there, though you can see into it from the side through a small window.
The walkway itself is anchored to the first floor via the stairs, and the second floor via the connecting ramp to the employee break room. Otherwise it is suspended from the ceiling via thick steel cables. It's pretty shaky, but as long as all of the steel cables remain intact, the walkway is safe.
There is a small lip above both processing rooms where the second floor facilities don't quite stretch out far enough. It would be easy to hop down onto this lip from the walkway, and it is wide enough for someone to rest comfortably on it.
At the very top of the building is a glass skylight. It is fairly large and opens from the inside with a latched pulley mechanism. You could get in the building this way if you broke the glass, but there's not much to catch you until you hit the ground, save a few hanging lights and rafters.[/hider][/hider]


The docks were quiet tonight. Fishermen had their boats on the water doing their business, but no cargo ships had come in today, so the workers were lounging around, playing cards, trading drugs, or otherwise milling around. It seemed like nobody cared tonight. Nobody cared about the group of new people congregating around, save for a few dirty looks from the Orkish and Troll muscle wandering around. The message was clear: "Leave us alone and we'll leave you alone."

Kyuzo had successfully pinned down the location of their target: Warehourse 02. The van had also been located, parked at the end of the district past Warehouse 04, half a block down in front of a public park. Nobody was inside either the cab or the back, though the group had confirmed that both sets of doors were unlocked, ready to receive whatever was to be delivered tonight. Kyuzo's friend Ilrek had also been forthcoming with information that a few new recruits had been signed onto night duty across all four warehouses. Trolls all, nothing was particularly unusual about them except that they had all been hired at once and placed immediately. Even their union placement was sudden. Usually there was a process to these things. But it wasn't [i]that[/i] strange. Could be somebody high up knew a guy that knew a guy. Nothing greased the gears of a job interview like prior acquaintance.

Those attuned astrally who chose to look could immediately see what Zelda had been talking about. There was some kinda crazy astral footprint in this building. If its center was those CDs, something was definitely janky here. Apart from that, a scan of the wireless networks revealed minimal security, but limited interconnectedness between the machines here. You could access the sub-terminals through a main computer here, but there was no proper 'net cnnection, everything was old school. There was no telling what sort of security might be installed into the network without actually being inside it.

Recluse yawned deeply, readjusting his heavy burlap pack over his shoulders. It was past his bedtime, but he was in no danger of actually falling asleep. The Long Haul was making sure of that. "So... we're going ahead as planned? Once everybody's in, nobody's getting in or out the front or back doors. I'll have 'em covered until the job's done. Y'all know how I work already. I'll be set up somewhere out of the way until I'm needed." He wasn't entirely sure where he'd plant himself, and the building was quite large, so he'd brought the remote detonators along, rather than the wired ones, leaving him quite flexible. His astral sight wasn't going to do much good here because the footprint around the CDs was pretty big. It was hard to see stuff around it. So this was a job he was fully prepared to go through in the meat. [i]Not that that's too out of the ordinary...[/i] As far as he could tell, the others had reached some consensus of a plan, one that only barely involved him, which was fine and dandy. Recluse worked best left to do his own thing. With so many people on the team, he didn't need a spotter to snipe, he could use his astral sight where necessary. The others would take care of keeping people off his back, or else his natural ability to camoflauge would do so. Either way, he made a good overseer and a terrible frontline team player. Let the glory go to somebody else.

They couldn't tell how many people would be in the warehouse, or of what variety. Whether there would be security, whether the regular workers were armed, or even present, was a big blank spot, but it would become pretty clear once they started.

"Once everyone's in position, I'll get to work. Keep an eye on your comms, I'll be messaging you if I see something worth noting."