Mindstrike greets the assembly, "Bonsoir. I am Mindstrike."

She then wanders to an open seat and sits admiring the facilities.

"Will we be having any more members added to the team?"

Shadow sits up quickly and covers his face, "Hello again."

Shade turns to the monitor she is in front of and starts to type.

The camera pod on the ceiling spins and cameras center on the Doctor. He smiles, "That is the plan.  Who is the question?  Orwell, can you pull up a few of the flagged folders for me on the main screen?" The table's center glass display comes on and you see a few virtual file folders.  Shadow sits up and takes notice.

He turns to a little corner shelf unit and flicks the switch on an electric pot, and grabs a few mugs and small wood box, "Tea? And where would you like to start?"

Mindstrike takes a mug and a bag of chamomile thanking Doc as she then looks at the virtual folders and asks, "Who do we have?"

He sits down at the table and starts to move things around the touch screen, "Minus those that are assumed 'retired' and those that are hero is name and not-so-much deed, we have the following, in no particular order.  Interceptor X who seems to be a lightly armored but fast.  'He' I assume has not been around long, approximately a year.  'Bear' is a strong man, who has been around for a few years now.  Water Weird who manipulates water, but I fear his focus is environment almost to the extreme.   Red Back, who exabits the powers of a jumping spider (leaping, webs, high strength, high dexterity, etc.).  And Ghost Hand, who is a martial artist.  I know the least about him.  I had thought we could have 'the new Crusader' here as well, but Paragon seems to have gone missing."

While talking, he pulls pictures out of folders.  Each shows a photo captured by the a news agency (blown-up and corrected to get the best facial shot as possible) and an approximate strength level.

Interceptor X - armored visor - medium-high
Bear - a man with a very hairy visage - medium
Water Weird - a comely face made of water - high
Red Back - red and black masked woman (guess from features) - medium-high
Ghost Hand - man in a very simple hood and eye-mask - medium-low
Paragon - stunning man with a electric smile - medium-high

Shadow is watching things as the flip by, "That guy needs a shave."

At Shadow's comment Mindstrike looks at him, "How many bears have you seen that are clean shaven?"

She then says, "Water Weird is probably unwilling to even consider this due to the ecological focus. The rest could be very useful and complimentary."

She then looks at Paragon's photo and sighs, "Of course the best looking one disappears." She adds, "C'est la vie" with a shrug.

"How do we think they will react to being asked to join?"

Shadow only shrugs and says, "True dat," when asked about the bear.

"I always start with observation.  Ghost Hand seems to be the easiest as he is local to 'chinatown'.  We can put a few sensors up (we wouldn't need sound for this) and have people on-site for a few nights.  Orwell and I can monitor and move you to the right location when he is seen."  He pulls two 4"x4"x3" cameras blocks from a shelf and puts them on the table.  "Those will give use a few days with cellular access.  As to what they will say or how, that I'm leaving to you.  You can be persuasive."

Shadow looks at the blocks and frowns, and sighs, "I got placement."

[OOC] Chinatown is on the south side bordered by I-55, I-90/94, Cermak and the river.  It is dominated by 3-7 story business buildings and housing.

Mindstrike shakes her head, "Do you have a listing of sightings and police reports for the area? That might be a more effective and faster way to find him. I can give him an assist which will aid the elevator pitch."

"We can hold-off on the stakeout.  Orwell, please bring up all police reports, CCTV footage and newspaper/online articles on Ghost Hand.  Prepare it for a USB download."  He looks at you, "Anything else you can think of?"

At the mention of not going on a stakeout, Shadow pretends to act disappointed, "Oh darn."

"Understood doctor.  May I recommend we try to see what the ATCPE has on file for any of our prospects?"

Mindstrike shakes her head, "Nothing I can think of at the moment."

At Oewell's question Mindstrike remembers her own dealings with the ATCPE, "Ugh...I know they have a dossier on me, but I had to interview with them to get my work visa. They are terribly insufferable."

The Doctor chuckles, "When they first were created in the 80's, they were not just insufferable, but they actively stuck the nose into situations with mixed results.  They had a few capable agents, and a few dangerous ones, but over all they were ineffectual.  Their current state bares that 'uselessness' out.  But, they do have files and some could be of value.  I hate to draw attention to use upon a mistake. That is the only downside I see from accessing their files."

Mindstrike says dryly, "They might accidentally get something right."

Then she grins, "If you can, get my dossier. I'm curious as to what trash they have to say about me. Can't be much worse than the tabloids in Paris and London."

"Orwell, please have Big Brother do a search on a one of ATCPE's data base servers for Ghost Hand and Mindstike.  Use a southern node for access and use type 5 protocols.  Anything else?"  He looks back to you.

On the screen, still picture of Ghost Hand is shown.  He is in a white tight gi (tight around the legs and forearm) with red trim and shoes.  The collar of his gi flairs into a hood and a small black mask covers his eyes.  His belt is black and there is a red and black yin-yang on his left breast.  His is wearing red fingerless driving gloves.

Mindstrike shakes her head at Doc's question, "Not for now."

She then looks at the image of Ghost Hand and says, "He looks nice."

Shadow perks up, <Green>"White, black, and red...doesn't say 'ghost' to me.  Just sayin'."<//Green>

Orwell responds to the Doctor's request, "Big Brother reports that using type 5 protocols will take approximately 3 hours to exfiltrate the data on Ghost Hand and Mindstrike.  This is based on our needs and the last time we attempted to access those servers."

"That is find Orwell.  Thank you.  Well...I guess we have some time.  Let me introduce you to Shade."  He turns and Shade is not at the terminal anymore.  She is not in the trailer.  "Well...how about I introduce you to Maria.  She handles all of the security (physical and communications) for the trailer.  Maria...Please record physical traits for on Mindstrike for security access."  He walks over to the last terminal and holds his hand out to a small black cube with red highlights, with a camera on top.

Upon his command, a few lights blink and a few lines of code pass by on the terminal.  The camera scans back and forth a few times and then stops. A female voice responds, "All done.  And hello Mindstrike."  The audio comes from the small cube (maybe 5").

"I guess Shade isn't a social type."

"Bonsoir, Maria."

Mindstrike sips her tea, "So do we have anything we need to work on while we pass the time?"

The Doctor goes to panel, presses it with his index finger and it slides open. He pulls a USB drive and hands it to you.  "Here is the data we have thus far.  This is public info and some items summations I compiled.  It is safe to view.  What we get later we'll need to control more tightly.  I don't have anything specific at this moment, but there are a few items you should still see, if you have time."

Shadow gets up from the table, "I'll check on Shade."

[OOC] Time is 9 PM or so.

"I have time."

He directs you over to the multitude of displays.  "These other displays show the multiple terminals that are here in the trailer and these show a few critical CCTV, general media feeds, sensor pods and CPD cams.  A few are dubiously legal, but it seems that they are critical to monitor.  We can channel any feed that Big Brother is ingesting to any of these monitors and Orwell can then store the data and manipulate it.  Big Brother is taking in approximately 105 feeds and storing them.  Little Brother, at the "cave", does the same as Maria and monitors communications, local security, and feeds.  Orwell and Big Brother are true AI.  Little Brother and Maria are sophisticated programs with a large DB of responses to questions and events.  Behind that door is a small sleeping area with two bunks and small powder room.  All of the chairs at the table to laydown and have leg support."

As you are talking, he is pointing to different screens and used air quotes a few times.  The camera pod on the ceiling is following the two of you and watching what is happening.  On the monitors you see an inside shot of city hall, a few of a park or open area, a inside shot of the Adler Planetarium, and various street level feeds from around the city.

"You have the ability to research and call up what you need.  If we don't have it, we can work to get it.  Big Brother has a large DB of "specials" that we can call upon.  That small reader there will allow us to scan your finger prints for access to various panels for inputs and outputs.  Oh...and the door, if Maria doesn't recognize you or is offline for some reason.  We look at the cave when it is in a better state.  Right now, Big Brother is working on it and I have a lot of clean-up to do."

On one of the feeds, you see Shadow (or Shade) walking around the outside of the trailer.

Mindstrike takes it all in, "Impressive. What's the estimated time the cave will be available?"

She then looks to the monitors and lingers on the monitor that shows Shade or Shadow outside the trailer.

"It is Big Brothers automations and I doing the work.  It will take some time yet...I'm hoping to have everything ready in six months.  Less if I concentrate on it.  Now, behind this wall is small arms and non-lethal arms for use.  There are also standard survival and communications equipment."  He walks back to the table and waves his arm at doors the far end of the table.

"And that ends the trailer.  I should show you where the tractor is kept, but we'll pass that when we drive back."
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"It seems to be an excellent setup."

She sets her tea cup down, "As it is getting late now, I should get home and to bed."

"Understood.  Where do you want me to drive you to?  Orwell, please send me an alert on my watch when the intel is gathered."

"Just drop me near my penthouse. I'll fly on from there."

The Doctor shakes his head and makes small-talk on the drive.

[OOC] If you have any questions or rp, please do.  Otherwise the drive is un-eventful and I'll change threads.

As the DeLorean cruises on an empty street, Mindstrike opens her door and pops her seat belt off. As she rises from her seat she says to Doc, "Au revoir, Doctor. I'll see you tomorrow night." Closing the door, she then flies up into the night and takes a meandering route to her penthouse suite.

Landing on the rooftop patio her Swarovski crystal outfit changes back to the business jacket and skirt attire she wore for her workday. She keys in her passcode and enters her home.

Seeing a note from Hiromi about leftover Chinese in the fridge, she partakes before she showers and readies herself for bed.

As she does so, she looks forward to meeting Ghost Hand.