Operator sliced through the veil of dis-information to perceive the scene in the small office clearly, as El Dragon crashed through the roof.
Goons, and lots of them. Chances of a super tough nova were slight, given that all of them fell to the ground. One or more might be a nova, but weren't ready.
Jonas spotted the two brief cases. Classic, cliche, almost too obvious.
There were going to be a few seconds before the gunfire started, and Jonas honestly didn't feel up to trying to get El Dragon out of the scene before things overtook him, if they were beyond him.
Jonas focused, as he had before with the fool with the machete. This was bigger than what he had done before in many ways, but only had to last a moment.
Operator attempted to grab hold of the information contained in basically everything in the room. The collective unconsciousness provided a contextual overlay for everyone in the room for what things were and what they meant. Jonas carefully filtered out the perceptions of El Dragon in this morass, and focused on everyone else present, and everything else present. He cautiously opened a telepathic link to El Dragon, and prepared to feed him...everything. Operator pushed himself beyond his previous performance, devoting his whole being in this moment to blanking out the room of information and feeding it all to El Dragon.
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10:49, Sat 12 Oct 2013: Operator rolled 4 successes using 7d10 with the Target Number system with a target of 7 ((7,3,9,7,10,6,3)). 7 sux including 1 will spent, 2 for the megadie, and 2 for the 10 (Rational).
The moment grew into further confusion. Operator trusted his hands to continue to grip the girders in the ceiling as he watched the events unfold below. He felt the information flow out of everything in the room, through him, and back to El Dragon, but NOT to the others in the room. The data was electric in his body. Like a selective conduit, Operator had placed himself between the environment, it's context, and everyone else in the room, and channeled that information only back to El Dragon.
If this was successful, El Dragon would find himself in the same sea of bullshit as everyone else in the room, surrounded by confusion and attempting to interact with a blank room. No structure, object, color, shape, or sound would have any meaning. But for him, unlike the goons in the room, Operator was providing that information. As though someone was in his ear (in his mind in this case) telling him what everything was, in it's totality, including the context and cues provided by the goons, everything would seem to have signs on it explaining these things. El Dragon would not inherently recognize what things were, what anything was, but would be able follow the signs Operator was feeding him to understand what
everyone in the room understood things to be. The anticipation that the briefcases contained what was expected, the anxiety from the blast El Dragon had arrived with, the knowledge of what was really inside the brief cases, in the context of what was expected to be there, all this and more. All things considered, Operator was not jealous of the experience he was inflicting upon El Dragon. Hopefully he would be able to maintain this "info-mud" long enough for El Dragon to grab the package and bail.