With the storm approaching, Mistral declined Ghost's offer of a portal, bringing her group, consisting of Mistral, Promethius, and Ralph (along with 1 MIB agent. If Mistral decides not to portal him, Ghost portals him in). He waits for you to take the lead.

 The building is old and run down, but has a large iron gate in front of it, located in a bad part of town. It appears to once have been an apartment before this place became a slum.

Mistral’s Portal gave out into an abandoned backlot a short distance from the target location, and she melded into the shadows immediately upon stepping out.  She permitted the man-in-black to pass through with them, as she’d rather know where he was than not.  The portal folded in upon itself as soon as the last of them stepped through.  Mistral set to scanning for wards, and as she did she addressed the others, “I am assessing the wards to turn them over.  Prometheus, you have the security systems, non?  Ralph, I trust if there are sentries you will scent them?  Be ready with the signal-jamming, on my mark.”  Mistral made way surreptitiously toward the perimeter of the compound, looking both for wards and for the least conspicuous entrance.

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Spooky-sneaky Stealth is a total of 4 successes:

• 01:25, Today: Secret Roll: Mistral rolled 2 successes using 7d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 2,8,4,3,6,8,7.  Spooky-Sneaky!

Wits + Space to search for wards, then Wits + Investigation to look for sneakier entrances:

• 01:17, Today: Secret Roll: Mistral rolled 2 successes using 7d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 5,5,9,2,2,9,4.  Wits + Space.
• 01:19, Today: Secret Roll: Mistral rolled 2 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 9,10(+6),3,2,6,4.  Wits + Investigation.

 There was a fireplace out to the side but that was exposed to a street. For the time being, there did not seem to be anyone watching... or, if there was, no one was responding to your approach.

Mistral melded into the night, stalking toward the structure like a drifting ghost.  Seeing no sign of observers or defenses, she whispered into the earpiece, “Nothing yet.  Proceeding.”  Mistral continued her silent approach.

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Going to keep searching the perimeter until I come across something, checking options for entrances and looking for the boundaries of any wards

Prometheus stayed in the shadows, waiting for any sort of signal from Mistral to move forward.

As he does so, he uses his cybernetics to try and pick up any Wifi transmisions. From the edge of the compound the signal will likely be really weak....but maybe he would pick up just enough.

"No go on the signal jamming yet, Mist. Give me a minute to hack the place. I'll let you know if I need to get closer."

He didn't expect much from these guys after the last place, but it was possible the way the building was constructed could unintentionally decrease wifi signal range.

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OOC:
05:01, Today: Promethius rolled 4 successes using 8d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 10(+10,1),2,3,2,6,5,10(+3),9.  Computers: (Not hacking).

04:56, Today: Promethius rolled 3 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 8,9,6,9,2,7.  Opperation: Sneaky Sneak (Stealth + Dex).

Since exiting the portal Mistral had been enshrouded in the sensory dimming that put her beneath the notice of all observers, including Team Subtle.  However, when Prometheus gave the update on his hacking her whisper came from nowhere over the earpiece, "D'accord."

PM

Prometheus mutters something that sounds very close to, "The 21st Century is calling...they want their entertainment back. I mean I didn't even know they were still a company."

After that he actually pressed his earpiece and said, "They either haven't got wifi or its completely shielded."

He considered in silence this problem then said, "Hey Mistral...what do you think would happen if I imbued some Electrons with Essence? If they flow through something, would they be in that thing long enough to pick up some of their traits do you think?"
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Mistral considered Prometheus’s question, which was not particularly within her areas of expertise, but she shared with him her opinion on the matter nonetheless.

Over the earpiece she whispered, “We’ve a fire escape, an emergency exit and a front door.  The latter two are likely to be noisy.  Unless les alarmes on the exit can be disabled, the front entryway will be quietest.  A moment, while I look ahead.”  Mistral found a discreet location where she could view the front door, then bowed her head for a time, eyelids fluttering as she scried ahead.

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Here’s an Occult check on Prom’s question, and Mistral will tell him her occult opinion on the matter, whatever the result is ;P  If she doesn’t know then she’ll say so though:

• 23:22, Today: Mistral rolled 1 success using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 5,7,1,9,1,1.  Int + Occult.

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Mistral answered Prometheus’s question quietly over the earpiece, “I cannot say, mon ami.  Forces are not my domaine d'expertise.”  There was silence for a minute before her voice came through again, “The ground floor is clear, and contains les utilitaires.  Power, water, ventilation, et cetera.  Perhaps you will find your connection within.  Come to the front door.”

Prometheus and the others find Mistral at the front door, where she quietly tried the handle and found it locked.  She brought a small, circular brass mirror to hand, bowed her head for a few moments, then reached her hand through the door to unlock it from the other side.  The tiny portal of glowing mist closed behind Mistral’s hand as she withdrew it, stowed the mirror in a pocket and opened the door without issue.  Silently she stepped into the dim utility level of the building, beckoning the others to follow.
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Inside the empty utility floor of the structure, Mistral was one with the gloom near the base of the stairwell.  She remained still and silent while Prometheus did his work, but was not idle.  After a time she spoke quietly over the earpiece, “The top floor is occupied and warded.  I can see no more until I’ve dealt with the ward.  I will begin when all are en position and ready to move.  Progress, Prometheus?  Do we have the signal jam?”

OOC:  the next part will happen after Prom finishes whatever hackery or other preparation he’d like to do, so take whatever time you need, Prom :)

Mistral awaited readiness, then announced over the earpiece, “I will require a few minutes to replace the ward.  I intend to do so without alerting l’créateur, but if I am detected we will have trouble.  If I am successful, we can be away with the children in minutes with our foes none the wiser.”

A pause, then Mistral announced quietly, “Je commence.”

Prometheus followed Mistral quietly. Going where she indicated, but paying careful attention to his surroundings. He trusted her, but wasn't about to let himself be careless and blow their cover.

Once Prometheus is inside the main entrance, he moves looks around for a computer, although not expecting to find one. The one thing he had gathered thus far was these cultists were not exactly tech savvy,

However, fortunately he had another option. Primitive perhaps, but far to few people thought about it. Should he fail to find any sort of PC he will look for the circuit breaker box.

PM

Prometheus approached the breaker box, having had no luck with any sort of computer, and quickly opened it, examining the breakers for labels. Usually the Cameras would be on a separate breaker so they were harder to trip...

And at least occasionally it was labeled so it could be reactivated quickly.

As he did this, he pressed his earpiece and said, "We have 3 options. I can trip the breaker, disabling the cameras, but fixable in seconds, cook the breaker which will be harder to fix but more obvious, or shunt the breaker which would destroy the cameras and be more subtle then cooking... but can ONLY be caused by sabotage.

Any Preference?"

Mistral answered Prometheus over the earpiece, “Shunt the breaker, when the time comes.  If you have any other preparations, now is the time.”  She ascended the stairs with quiet steps and stopped one floor from the top, where she put her back to a wall and began the focused work of unweaving the ward she found there.

After only a minute her eyes snapped open and she cursed quietly, “Merde.”  Then she began to carefully descend the stairs again while reporting over the earpiece, “I was unable to neutralize the ward, and there is movement within.  Do nothing yet, but be prepared for visitors.  Plan B.”  Mistral reached the bottom of the steps and vanished into the shadows to the side, and there she waited in tense silence for reactions from those above.

 There were three guys that exited the apartments from three different doors. They looked around but remained on the floor they came out of. They seemed to be just sitting around but, even from this distance, it was obvious that they were packing.

Prometheus opens his toolkit and prepares to shunt the current directly from the main to the other side of the box.

Technically this could cause a minor brownout and he hadn't told her.... but given how poor this neighborhood was, it probably happened all the time. Especially with the weather at the moment.

Fortunately such a shunt was quick to prepare, and so when Mistral said she had spotted movement upstairs he drew his weapon.

"Tell me if you need the Lights in that corridor dead?" He offered. Otherwise he waited, paying careful attention to his surroundings, just in case the movement Mistral saw had triggered something.

Mistral quickly replied over the earpiece, “Hold.  They know this location is compromised, but not that we are here.  They are preparing to move.”  She turned to the MiB agent waiting not far from her on the empty utility floor and whispered urgently, “We need the gas in the top floor, now.  If they were prepared to move they may be gone within minutes.  Will the ventilation system suffice, or must we take a more direct approach?”  Mistral pulled on the gas mask provided by the MiB and was there to assist in whatever way needed to get the gas pouring into the top floor as quickly as possible, including delivering it personally.

 The voice came in over the earpiece. "Already on it. It should only take a couple of minutes to take full effect."

 The men at the top of the stairs remain where they are. They seem to be actively looking around, but never straying far from the doors.

Mistral's eyelids fluttered in the darkness as she attempted to get a better look at what was occurring above.  She responded over the earpiece, "I will resume my attack on the ward to distract the mage, then.  If I succeed and replace their ward they will be unable to escape via Porte.  They may attempt the stairs."

Mistral then set into a focused supernal assault upon the ward above, which would inevitably become a battle of wills against its maker.  The defending mage usually has the advantage in such a conflict, but Mistral had the notable benefit of not breathing sleeping gas.
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