[b]Sector 7
Chicago, IL
August 16th, 2166[/b]

"Encryption Complete. CommsNet link established"
[color=00a651]"SAL? Maverick. I'm in position, setting up now. Status report"[/color]
[color=ed1c24]"Transport acquired. Tailing target at suggested distance of 357 meters. Tracking. Target is following route 4A. ETA 4 minutes"[/color]
[color=00a651]"Grand. Now shut up. You better catch me when I drop"[/color]

Grayson muted his comms and turned his attention to his armor's wrist CPU. There was a satellite antenna on his left with a rather thick base, an excellent anchor point. With a quick jab to the hologram on his arm, a grapple cable shot out from his belt, and jabbed into the antenna base. After tugging at the line to ensure it was solid, he scanned the nearby architecture and found an excellent space to send the other line. With another tap on the CPU, a second cable shot out from the Spider's Web and embedded itself in the structure on the opposite building. He did a security check, then engaged the reels, lengthening the left cable and shortening the right, until he was suspended between the two buildings, nearly 50 stories up.

[color=00a651]"Time to go invisible"[/color] He muttered to himself as he engaged his suit's Active Camo mod. The final step of preparation was pulling out the compacted rectangle from his MagSling. At his touch, the rifle unfolded into its sniper configuration, he loaded a magazine of Heavy Piercing 7.62 rounds, and sighted up, carefully watching for the convoy to round the corner.

Meanwhile, on the ground, SAL was following their target closely, minding the distance meters on his HUD as they ticked closer to 0. He engaged a subnet access to log in to their ship's CPU and initiate pre-travel procedures, knowing they would need to get off-world quickly after assassinating such a high-ranking member of Earth's government. Aware that his appalling partner in crime likely had muted or even cut off their comm link, he hailed him over a newly encrypted frequency.
[color=ed1c24]"SAL to Maverick. 600 meters to kill zone"[/color]
For this outing, SAL had selected a newer model of hovercar, cleared for in-city travel of up to 35 stories, and also miraculously easy to hack, he would likely have to push the upper-thrusters to their limits to successfully overtake the convoy and catch Grayson when he dropped from the Spider's Web, but he knew the raw speed of it would be more than enough for them to clear any pursuing vehicles and get back to the [i]Vulture[/i], hopefully before any authorities could lock down the docks.

The timer hit 0 and SAL put the pedals to the floor.

Up above, Grayson engaged his cybernetic implant and locked on to the target.
[color=00a651]"Hello there, Executor Lara, I'd like you to meet a little friend of mine"[/color] He sneered as his finger tightened around the trigger.

[b]Alliance Blacksite
Location Unknown
August 18th, 2166[/b]

Grayson sat chained to the interrogation room table, he'd spent most of the past 48 hours in a dark hole. Ever since the Alliance surrounded them as they made their escape. The target was eliminated and the payment received, but everything was gone now. All their assets had been seized when they were tossed in here. At least they'd kept them separate so Daniel didn't have to listen to SAL prattle on about how they could have better handled the situation, and the improbability of their capture. The door shooting open cut off his train of thought.

[color=6ecff6]"Daniel Grayson. We meet at last. I'm Christen Fareed, executive assistant to Executor Lara"[/color] He was a pompous-looking prick was Daniel's first impression.
[color=00a651]"So I kill your boss and you toss me in here. Cute, but dead is dead, and I have rights, so I want my ship, my guns, my credits, and I suppose I want the rustbucket back too, seeing as I can't get far without him"[/color]
[color=6ecff6]"Actually, you killed a decoy... Executor Lara is alive and well. You've been had my friend. This whole thing has been a test of sorts. The Alliance hired you with a contract on her, or rather, a cleverly disguised double, to ensure you're everything they say you are. You see, we're putting a team together, you can take your time and read the basics here[/color]
[color=00a651]"No thanks, I don't play well with others"[/color]
[color=6ecff6]"Curious then, that you've spent the past 4 years working with this robot"[/color]
[color=00a651]"Yeah, it's a long story"[/color]
[color=6ecff6]"Well at any rate, you have a day to decide. The terms are as follows: If you refuse, any sentence imposed on you in a court of law will be tripled, you'll spend the rest of your life in a place far worse than this. If you agree however, time will be reduced from your sentence for every mission you complete as a member of Project: Revenant, once we feel you've done enough to service civilization, your ship and assets will be returned to you, as well as quite a large sum of credits"[/color]
Grayson considered for a moment [color=00a651]"I want half up front and my equipment returned, otherwise you can just shoot me now"[/color]
[color=6ecff6]"You'll get 33% up front, more than enough to cover operation costs. You ship out to Chronos Station in the morning[/color]

[b]Chronos Station
August 19th[/b]
Maverick and SAL stood by silently as the shuttles arrived one by one. When they had all gathered and Captain Dawson began speaking, Grayson blinked twice to engage the cybernetics in his eye, and sized up everyone in the room. The soldiers were no threat, a few had minor cyber-mods, but apart from that, they were all human. He scanned each of his new teammates for weak points, smiling as he compiled information in case any of them ever turned on him.