"I doubt that the server room will be unlocked to the general public. Infiltration will be necessary and I'm just the guy for that." Stiles said, a hint of confidence showering his words. With that said Stiles put the bottle of vodka back in its place and returned to his seat in front of Booker.

Ashton watched the others carefully, finding a seat in the corner of the room. He felt more comfortable out of people's gazes, and he was quiet enough not many people noticed him. It seemed that these people were all pretty professional. In his last group Ashton served as the person who would physically take what they wanted. Ashton waited, not wanting to say anything just yet.

Noah waited until everyone who was talking finished then said "I can help out on the inside of be on the crew entering the server room. So I'm fine with either." He thought this group was gonna work fine together for the most part they each had a strength and they could cover each other's weaknesses.

Tara had watched them stream in one by one from the shadows outside. If anyone had seen her, they hadn't reacted. Even now she wasn't certain if she would enter... the whole thing seemed a little... cheesy. Masks? All of them? She of course often wore a mask when she was playing her favorite persona but a room full of thieves seemed a little silly. Not to mention the red line. The young woman shifts and stretches, keeping her eyes open for any other guests to the masquerade she had been invited to. So far none of them had seemed familiar, which she supposed was a good thing.

When she had been invited she had been Hisoka, the girl with the elaborate costume, butterfly mask and messy, shoulder-length auburn hair. Today she was Rebecca. Long, straight brown hair cascaded down her back, thick bangs ending just above her eyes. She brought a mask, of course. Similar to her usual only entirely black. For now it rested safely inside her messenger back as she stepped out from her hiding spot several minutes after the last group had gone by. The red line brought her to a door and she stopped, still unsure. On went the mask but still she waited, unsure of what she was even waiting for.

Jacquelyn looked over the schematics quickly, she wanted to stop and analyze them but there would be time for that later. "I can help get the hackers through, if that's what you need. I could honestly be anywhere you need me. Planning where we are going to be is one of the last steps, we may find that it will be impossible to do what we say now because of what the schematics will tell us. Speaking of which I would love to analyze the building plans and all that good stuff, the way I do it though is a bit messy." When ever a complicated job came up Jacquelyn would section off a room for planning. Every and any important would be 'organized' as she saw fit, the room would become a jumbled mess to others but a master piece to her.

Stiles was peaking over the girl he heard called Jaquelyn's shoulder before his mind even knew it. His breath was slow and steady. Stiles' eyes scanned the paper slowly in the short time he was able see it. Stiles took in every measurement, length height, and width, storing the intel in the back of his mind for use later. The building showed minuscule but broad flaws considering ways to get in. Stiles admired that there was another person who appreciated the art of infiltration but wanted it to be known he believes himself to be dominant in the skill. Stiles moved away from Jaquelyn and exhaled. "There's not many ways to get in, but it's do-able ." Stiles said looking to Booker. The schematics are pretty basic but a better set can be acquired later.

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Stiles was peaking over the girl he heard called Jaquelyn's shoulder before his mind even knew it. His breath was slow and steady. Stiles' eyes scanned the paper slowly in the short time he was able see it. Stiles took in every measurement, length height, and width, storing the intel in the back of his mind for use later. The building showed minuscule but broad flaws considering ways to get in. Stiles admired that there was another person who appreciated the art of infiltration but wanted it to be known he believes himself to be dominant in the skill. Stiles moved away from Jaquelyn and exhaled. "There's not many ways to get in, but it's do-able ." Stiles said looking to Booker. The schematics are pretty basic but a better set can be acquired later.

Booker nodded. They were thieves after all. So of course they wanted to steal or at least be on the front lines. He figured that he would need someone to help him in the party. Stiles and Jacquelyn both were good at that but he needed one of them honestly. Two infiltrators and things would get complicated. He figured Stiles would be more suited but Jacquelyn also would be needed.

Before he could talk he got a beep on his watch. One of his motion detectors had gone off. Someone was outside. "You know you can come in. " He whispered to the watch which then spoke from a speaker outside.

"Therein lies the problem. Those are the best I could get for now. However. The main plans are in the building. I was thinking the Party team would go after that. It should have all the current security. Stiles. I was thinking of putting you on the infiltration team. Get the hackers in. The parties and I would get you the plans. Jacquelyn I thought you would be on that team. Unless you guys have a better idea. " He said opening the floor to ideas.

Jacquelyn shrugged, "Like I said, where ever you need me is where ever I'll be. I love a good formal party, stopping myself from pickpocketing will be a bit tricky but the rest of it seems simple enough, well for now at least." She refrained from making a comment about how breaking in takes more than looking at building plans, there was no need to be upset. Cooperation and building bonds was important at this stage, if that meant giving up her desired task to Stiles she would do it. She was lying about the parties of course but she would manage, hopefully she wouldn't have to be a part of the formalities for too long.

Noah nodded then said "I'm fine with anything. If that's what you have planned then its fine with me." He stood up then walked over to the bar. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon and pour himself a glass. Then Noah returned to his seat.

Lingering near the door, Tara jumps slightly at the sudden voice over the speaker. … Right, that shouldn't have been surprising. She glares up at the speakers, searching for whatever had detected her. Sighing, she double-checks her mask and wig before silently cracking the door open. She had come all the way here. She had been seen. She may as well go inside. Stepping over the threshold the young woman sneaks in to see the large room and bar where a group had gathered. They seemed to be discussing some plan that she had missed the beginning of. For now, she stands quietly, watching and listening.

"well if nothing else i'll be your way out. just let me know a head of time if you want to do this loud? or if you want to do it quiet. either way I'll get you exit covered" Hassan offered, the getaways were always the fun part. regardless if he had to steal a limo, and set up a second vehicle else where to transfer everything and everyone into and burn the limo to hide their tracks. Or if they just needed an inconspicuous U-haul Truck in the back loading docks. Hell even if they needed an 18 wheeler he would have them covered.

"Alright. We have two days till the heist. So we have time to plan this out. If you think my plan is stupid say so. I don't bite unless you are into that." He joked. He meant it. This was his first time having to lead a group like this and it was scary. He did not let on. "If nothing else then you lot are free to do whatever. There are more facilities than you could ever need so go use them. The gym, training rooms, dorms. We got it all. The dorms are two per person. Sorry but make friends quickly. I promise they aren't small. There were too many of you to get single rooms.So you guys are free but I suggest same gender. Things might get weird if not. I need a roommate so ask me if you need one.. I personally will be in the gym. I have the need to punch something." Booker said sauntering off. He felt like punching something to get the stress out. He had left a map of the base on the bar incase one wanted to get around. He figured it was a good idea.

Once there he changed into more appropriate clothes. Just shorts and tee shirt. There was a nasty looking beat up punching bag. Booker wrapped his hands in tape and started wailing on the bag in his own little world.

Having received communication about a "thieves Club" Niesha was intrigued. She had located the place, using several of her informants, bribing, threatening, and otherwise trailing a somewhat loose bit of information. She studied the place as she stood in the shadows on the street. . Motion detectors. Cameras, she assumed, security. Any place that hid in the sewers would have that.

She grinned, taking out a jammer from a pocket in her black hoodie. If anyone saw her, they would assume she was a child, or a teenager just loitering about. She wasn't. Niesha was a woman nearing her thirties. but she used her child like appearance to undermine people, to get them to underestimate her. Not that she interacted too much with others.

She stepped towards the sewers, flicking the jammer on. Basically, it worked by messing with the sensors, making camera images fuzzy, out of focus. It didn't completely make her invisible, but it did a damn good job of it.

She sneaked in. She wanted to get a good look at the place before she decided to barge in and demand to be accepted. Bad mistake on her part, as she found her way in what appeared to be a gym, and a man beating up a pouncing bag as if he wanted to tear it apart. Niesha involuntarily sucked in a breath. She had issues with that level of...violence, and she stood frozen, eyes darting about, looking for an escape route.

don't panic. its just a pouncing bag. He isn't going to attack you she supposed that wasn't strictly true. Technically, she was trespassing. She stood there, unable to think what to do.

Noah finished his drink then returned the cup to the bar. He glanced at the map while he was there then headed off to the dorms. He dropped his stuff off then headed for training rooms with his pistol. He wanted to shot it off to keep it in fine condition

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Having received communication about a "thieves Club" Niesha was intrigued. She had located the place, using several of her informants, bribing, threatening, and otherwise trailing a somewhat loose bit of information. She studied the place as she stood in the shadows a bit away from it. Motion detectors. Cameras, she assumed, security.She grinned, taking out a jammer from a pocket in her black hoodie. If anyone saw her, they would assume she was a child, or a teenager just loitering about. She wasn't. Niesha was a woman nearing her thirties. but she used her child like appearance to undermine people, to get them to underestimate her. Not that she interacted too much with others. She stepped towards the building, flicking the jammer on. Basically, it worked by messing with the sensors, making camera images fuzzy, out of focus. It didn't completely make her invisible, but it did a damn good job of it. She found a window to sneak it. She wanted to get a good look at the place before she decided to barge in and demand to be accepted. Bad mistake on her part, as she found her way in what appeared to be a gym, and a man beating up a pouncing bag as if he wanted to tear it apart. Niesha involuntarily sucked in a breath. She had issues with that level of...violence, and she stood frozen, eyes darting about, looking for an escape route. she supposed that wasn't strictly true. Technically, she was trespassing. She stood there, unable to think what to do.

((the place is in the sewers))

((Cheers. I knew that. I am just not thinking well. Edited)

Booker eventually noticed someone watching him. A woman. Niesha. He had taken a bit of time hunting her down. Not looking up he kept punching but not as hard as before. "Can I help you , Niesha? "He asked quickly.

"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you know my name" That was something to latch onto. How? "How though, may I ask? Seeing as I technically don't exist" Unable to watch, knowing that if she continued, so would imagine large fists punching her, she moved around the gym, pretending to be interested in what was around, "Your security sucks by the way. I shouldn't have been able to get through with my basic jammer, unless of course you have a silent alarm, in which case I wouldn't know if I got through unnoticed or not" Babbling. Niesha shut her mouth, biting her lip.

She realised she had forgotten to put her mask on. that might have helped sneaking into a thieves hideout. Too late now. She winced at each thud on the punching bag, "What the hell did that bag do to you?"

Jacquelyn listened carefully to Booker, it would make sense for them to have a room in the compound and the way he said it made her quite certain that they would be spending a good amount of time in the base. She took a quick glance at the map on the bar and made a mental note to memorize it later. Jacquelyn gathered the empty glasses that the others had left and cleaned them in the kitchen area, pouring out what was left of her own drink. It was a shame to waste it but she shouldn't have had any in the first place.

With a sigh of relief Jacquelyn finished putting her stuff away, sure there hadn't been much to put away but it was always a tedious task. She began to wander through the base without a particular aim. She was trying not to think too hard about the upcoming heist, her role was simple enough and if she started overthinking it would become uncomfortably easy to make mistakes.

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"I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you know my name" That was something to latch onto. How? "How though, may I ask? Seeing as I technically don't exist" Unable to watch, knowing that if she continued, so would imagine large fists punching her, she moved around the gym, pretending to be interested in what was around, "Your security sucks by the way. I shouldn't have been able to get through with my basic jammer, unless of course you have a silent alarm, in which case I wouldn't know if I got through unnoticed or not" Babbling. Niesha shut her mouth, biting her lip. She realised she had forgotten to put her mask on. that might have helped sneaking into a thieves hideout. Too late now. She winced at each thud on the punching bag, "What the hell did that bag do to you?"

"I have my sources. " He boasted as he kept hitting the bag.

"Why do you think I had you here? I need a security guru and you fit the bill. " Booker said stopping his assault on the bag.

"It didn't do anything to me. It was my brother's." He said before changing tones. "It helps me unwind. Why do you ask?"