Re: A Meeting of Minds (Private Room)
Sharik nodded to Ceruleanne and as she took the credit chits from her, repeated, "Seacraft Marina. Tarl." committing both names to memory. Slipping the creds into the inside pocket of her leather racing jacket, glanced at the faces of rest of the 'team'. She wasn't convinced that all of them were in yet; even if no one had left yet. So, she watched carefully to see who took the money.
She nodded to Darrel's offer of more private transportation. "Thank you, Count Cromwell. I suspect that your limo might be a better option than a public cab. At least to the TAS hostel." She wasn't sure at about using to get to the marina; but, given the time and the offer - the driver's discretion would have to trusted.
The dirty blonde dilettante cleared her throat softly before speaking again, "I don't believe that we will have the luxury of digging in and staying pat in the dome, even if we manage to take control of all the personnel and materials there." Her tone was matter-of-fact and her demeanor straight-forward and rather serious. "Simply put, we won't be properly equipped for an extended stand-off or siege." she stated the assumption right upfront, "Besides, if this project is as clandestine as it has been posited and Ondrac was already planning to clear house by morning, then destroying us along with the dome would not be a problem for them. That thing is not going to get properly dismantled or moved by the morning." In her experience, 'improper' dismantlement involved explosions and a mess.
Her conclusion was, "It needs to be a hit and run. With the limited timeframe and intel, I suspect that the situation will be fairly dynamic and need us to improvise a fair bit. But, we should limit the body count if possible." That last statement seemed to be more of a personal preference than solely mission oriented. But then, wetworks in general were Bad Business™ practice; plus, they weren't really being paid for a true wetworks. She reiterated the need to arrange for a contact, or better yet a rendezvous or drop point - preferably with Ceruleanne herself, "which means we will likely need to coordinate a drop off point and time, Ms. Blue." She glanced at her well-crafted (and depth-resistant, supposedly) analog chronometer, "Given that it is just past 2000 hours now, local standard..." Shar paused for some mental calculations: two hours of prepwork, one hour out and back each, two hours of searching potentially, two hours onsite to finish and flush should be more than enough. "I propose that everyone going should reconvene at Seacraft Marina in two hours, 2200 hours. Come ready to dive and see a bit of underwater action." Addressing their blue-haired handler more directly, "We should be done with the operation within seven to eight hours. I propose that we meet back at the Seacraft - assuming it is a secure location - at 0600 for transfer of material." That would give the crew two extra hours, just in case things when slightly pear-shaped.
"Is there a secure comm link protocol or drop line that we should use, if the situation changes?" Sharik prompted Ceruleanne, "Otherwise, I suspect that we will have to maintain comms silence for the duration." It was a fluid enough situation that many things could go wrong. And unless AcquireCorp was just setting them up to fail - which was always possible - they might need an out. Or at least a schedule or location shift. Or, Ifni forbid, medical attention.