Peterson Pkwy.
Old Downtown
Night City, CA
"This is the place?" Elizabeth asked her driver as they slowed to a stop in a less reputable part of Night City. [i[So this is Old Downtown... Well, one day it'll be as good as regular Downtown.[/i] Her thoughts bring a smile to her face as her driver responds.
"Yes, Ms. Mills. We traced the source to this building, the, uh... Meadowcreek Pines Apts, it looks like."
Doesn't look like much of a hacker's hide-out... Then again, anything could be a hacker's hide-out. Best to tell him to circle the block. Don't want him warning our target. "Alright, thank you, Hans. Take it once around the block and then wait here for me, this shouldn't take long." The driver looked quizzical but gave a nod none the less. Mills stepped out of the car and strode for the back of the car, high heels clicking with every step. The driver had already opened the trunk for her by the time she got there to remove her rifle and sling it over her shoulder. The weight was re-assuring, despite the fact that she had no idea how to use it. But it was just for show anyway. She was packing more heat just a car's length away. Giving the driver of a long, sleek black van a nod, Mills headed for the door of the apartment complex, making sure she wouldn't get run-over in the process. As the doors of the van slid open, ten men clad in Weyland Munitions brand combat armor and assault gear. Non-lethal at the behest of Ms. Mills. Quickly and quietly the squad makes its way up through the building to the third floor, following the directions of a small hand-held that should lead them to the source of the hacker that has been plaguing Weyland for days.
"One inside, Ma'am. Male, scanner's saying he's armed. We're good for breach on your orders." Came the gruff voice of the squad's sergeant, a veteran of a number of wars over seas before retiring to private security. It was reassuring to Mills, despite her distrust of everyone at the moment.
"Alright, when he's clear of the door, breach it."