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Priscilla     The company that supposedly owns the mountain territory is apparently called 'Leo & Alexander Global Treasury'. It's still almost invisible on paper and nearly impossible to track the stupidly niche information, to the point that nobody would even know the place were there until they went mountain hiking into the middle of nowhere and stumbled across a fence. Since you already know better from the leaked intel though, the real organization that runs the place is the arcanely named 'I.Summit.'

    The transition itself is a sharp one. Corporate logo marked trucks drive up and down dusty, jackknifing mountain paths, crewed by large numbers of unremarkable men in khaki fatigues with company patches stitched on. The checkpoints are the same. When the bunker doors set in deep cut alcoves open though, you can catch glimpses of ultramodern steel and aluminium construction, and the black dress of faceless paramilitary.

    There are four entrances into the unnamed mountain; one in each of the cardinal directions. The south entrance is a long, uncovered road, where the majority of the trucks drive up. The west entrance is a tiny set of personnel-only doors put into a few concrete tiers and rickety metal stairs as a scaffold, probably meant as an emergency exit or private entrance. The east entrance is very simple, being a trio of doors coming from a trio of large helipads thousands of feet off the ground, where a pair of vertibirds are already parked, a third having just taken off. The north entrance is walled off with pylons and barricades, owing to some sort of probable collapse.

    From the plans, you know that the interior is mostly circular, with no direct entrances in or out of the 'corner' directions, serving only as conduits to the cardinal directions, somewhat less patrolled and secured. The vault system is in the middle, with its own, identical, smaller scale plan, obviously only accessible from the cardinal directions as well, with each of the terrible mcguffins in the diagonal directions instead. The only security station is right in the center, controlling huge batteries of cameras, tripwires, sensors, alarms, and automated issues like gasp traps and turrets.

    Paramilitary equipped with technology 40 years ahead of the local paradigm, bogarted by illuminati types, roams the halls in tight formations, but due to the sheer size, they don't comb every inch of it, though patrol routes do change every half hour --intimidating for an infiltration and recon operation, but for a smash and grab like this, being there longer than an hour means something's gone horribly wrong.

    The nuclear devices, of course, are buried deep underneath the facility. When they explode, they'll throw millions of tons of rock up through the floor, crush every part of the facility against the rest of the mountain like a tin can, fracture the layers above, and then cause the mountain to partially collapse inward, sliding into the huge pit excavated by the nukes. Not pretty.
James Bond      What's one more brown uniform in a sea of them? The patch even matches.

     Bond has arranged for himself to be picked up by one of those trucks. This he's done by ensuring that the man who was supposed to be there isn't. Not by killing--that'd be sloppy. A simple distraction, a break in the monotony. Maybe it was a noise at the right moment, maybe a deliberate injection of the suspicious into the mundane. Everyone with the kind of training these men have expects to use it eventually. Trick them into thinking they might need to is often the best way to sneak past them.

     He steps off at one of the checkpoints, flashes an ID. It's a fake, but only in the sense that it serves to identify a man who doesn't exist. To the unknowing eye, it's perfectly real. The name doesn't matter to him. It never does. Once he's at the south entrance, he mingles with the men in khaki uniforms, the brim of his cap keeping the light from his eyes. It also covers his face in partial shade, which serves his purpose well. Under the guise of unloading trucks, he searches for it.

     A different uniform--one that won't look out of place inside like these fatigues will. He needs to find a guard inside, but he can't just go in. As he 'works,' Bond studies the patrol routes at the south end, and searches, between unloading boxes, for the best place to strike and secure himself a more convincing disguise for the interior.
Big Boss Up those rickety stairs, an operative wearing a stylized facemask and a dark bodysuit slips up quietly, over to the small door, holding quietly against the wall as he waits to see what it takes to get in, and who's inside. Assuming the entrance itself is the easy part, Silent Jackal slips inside, and begins moving. He taps his ear as he does, contacting his commander.

<"This is Jackal. I'm in. Operation Canary is a go. Our goal is to get into the vault, grab whatever we can - with certain prizes prioritized - and get out. The boss will be on comms.">

As he heads through the hallways, trying to find cameras to slip past, ways up walls and onto ceiling pipes if there are any such thing, and other traditional 'super spy' techniques, Silent Jackal makes his way dead to the vault, preferably unseen. He can figure out how to get in once he's scoped it out and the western security measures to give himself some time on whatever his entrance will take. He's armed with the whole suite of spy tech Outer Heaven has to offer. The only reason Big Boss isn't here himself?

Is that this is practically a suicide mission, and he's a bit too old for those.
William Pauwel There are things in this world that are simply too powerful to just... Leave lying around. Artifacts of broad and tremendous capability, just waiting to fall into someone's clutches, it's a disaster just waiting to happen. It's especially unacceptable when some inscrutable power has gathered not one, not two, but five such items, and are holding them in a secure vault underneath the world.

They're just... /sitting/ there. Ominously! Waiting for some shadowy figure to decide that now is the time to finally set into motion their WORLD DOMINATION PLAN or something equally nefarious.

Well, not today! Hopefully. William Pauwel, science cowboy and action archaeologist, has decided to put life and limb on the line (again) to secure those hyper-dangerous doo-dads before someone gets hurt.

And, you know, because he... kind of wants to know how they work?

Sneaking into a highly secure facility patrolled by an army of guards is not so different from infiltrating a ruin replete with killer robots. Both stand a good chance to kill you, both have hyperlethal traps, and so it stands to reason that some of the same spelunking techniques Will knows so well can apply here, too. Probably.

William approaches from the EAST entrance, kitted out as lightly as he could manage, with the notable exception of the gadgets and tools he's secured tightly to a tactical harness. The ventilation system is presumably even more thoroughly trapped than everything else, so he's going in on foot. A visor is tipped down over his face, alerting him to any laser arrays or other such detector systems that might be in his way.

The biggest danger is, of course, any actual on-foot patrols that may be in the area, but ideally his weapon's onboard AI will be able to provide advance warning of those as well. Ideally.

Unlike the other Watchman on this op, Will's immediate destination isn't the underground vault... But rather the central security facility. From there, everyone else's mission will get /significantly/ easier. <"Roger, Jackal. This is Wind. I'm headin' in from the East now. I'll let you know if we run into any trouble.">
Xion A secret mountain filled with treasures. Treasures!

Xion had always wanted to be a secret agent, or a phantom thief. Well, there wasn't really a profession Xion *didn't* want to try, at least once, but secret agent nee phantom theif was certainly high on the list. Getting through the perimiter, however, was a bit of a trick. Thankfully, Xion understood the basics of infiltration boiled down to a matryoshka doll of refuge-in-audacity plays. She had little skill, borrowed or otherwise, at specifically fieldcraft infiltration. Instead, she had practical skills--

--and the ability to change clothes *really fast*. At the lowermost SOUTH checkpoint, she had pizzas for the next checkpoint up. At the second checkpoint, she had gourmet burgers for the next one. At the third checkpoint, her uniform smarted up and she got a really snazzy bow tie (and a hat down over her bright blues) and the food was a black double deluxe case of hermetically sealed steaks, caviar, and other such 'for the boss' delicasies.

For the final checkpoint, she had a clipboard and, boredly, started 'mmhmm-ing' and asking for names and numbers when thing started taking too long.

And that is how Xion, bravest and most amazing person-who-shouldn't-exist got past six layers of pre-security, reaching the SOUTH entrance with a big box of food.
Staren     Staren approaches the NORTH entrance. He's wearing his armor in case of a fight -- he's not exactly equipped for stealth. But what he does have is lots of sensors and ways to share what he sees with others, which would be helpful if he actually had any allies. Wires running to alarmed doors, cameras, and other electronics give off their own signature unless heavily, specifically shielded against someone trying to do exactly this, making it easier to see what's trapped and where to best disarm it from. Wireless transmissions give away the location of whatever is transmitting -- as well as encrypted data which any friendly hackers might make use of. You know, if there were any.

    And it's not just HIS vision. A handful of drones spread out through the halls, hovering quietly to peer around corners, covering an even wider area to spy electronic traps in or give warnings of security's movements.

    All of this, though, may not be the tools for the North Entrance. That's okay. There's a tunnel collapse? Between the matter manipulator and strength-enhancing armor, he can hopefully move heavy rocks while making a stable tunnel he can use to escape later!

NORTH ENTRANCE, Making a tunnel with Strength*, Field Shaping**, and with E-Senses** and Analyze** at the ready to spot and find traps if they're in this area. Stealth 5 Progress 5
Priscilla     On the SOUTH SIDE, security is a long series of many, many checkpoints. Many security cameras. Many metal detectors. Many stupid things like gait recognition algorithms. It's all stuff that Bond had, in fact, already scouted and prepared for weeks in advance, and he knows the ins and outs of all of it. Refuge in Audacity, meanwhile, is a real real thing, and something Xion can actually pull off for a while by being an unassuming young girl who kinda looks like what everyone expects to see a little bit, but for how long is a real question.

    The big OBSTACLE here at the SOUTH SIDE that bars their entry into the vault is a huge series of highly secured elevators and a small army of mercenaries. It's the main entrance to the vault, and as such, it's totally impossible to creep in unnoticed; the number of eyes leaves no fields uncovered, and it's not even easy to move down a hall. The elevators are of course confined spaces, manned by armed guards at all times, and the walls are reinforced bunker stuff. Specific keycards are needed to summon the elevator, as well as various scans, or else having someone with higher clearance okay it. More forceful methods are plausible, but very limited.

    On the WEST SIDE, Silent Jackal is mostly creeping through disused areas. There are still roving patrols and general cameras, as well as the odd tripwire and blind corner camera, since people aren't usually supposed to be here except in case of a sudden exit (such as the facility going nuclear), so the challenge is navigating cramped quarters with very limited alternative routes.

    The big OBSTACLE on the WEST SIDE that he encounters are the huge slabs of massively reinforced bulkheads, detox airlocks, and wired traps. It's only meant to come from the vault by personnel fleeing in an emergency, and so it's not gonna open to go *in* under normal circumstances. It's also wired to wipe any data storage and complex electronics people might try to carry out with electromagnetic fields, and has some turrets and explosives to kill an intrepid secret agent using the emergency exit.

    On the EAST SIDE, Will doesn't have much trouble getting to the helipads, however it's also the quarter where most of the staff have their downtime, with large blobs of non-guards gathered around just out of recreational or overtime activities, who can call the guys with guns at a moment's notice.

    The big OBSTACLE on the WEST SIDE is relatively simple, but also complicated. Since this is the VIP entrance to the vault, it's all heavily computerized, with few people standing guard, and meant to be sort of a luxury, very small car ride down through lots of swooshing dramatic monorails, which are automatically computer piloted, but locked down with actual VIP only security.

    On the NORTH SIDE, well, it's what it looks like. The big OBSTACLE is breaking in through many many tons of rock and collapsed structure. People patrol *past* this way, but mostly it's the amount of noise and seismic activity that'll tip off security sensors and guards going by, rather than being spotted directly.
Staren     That's a lot of rubble! Staren looks over it, the computer in his head automatically scanning the shape of the visible pieces and running simulations to determine which ones look stable enough to tunnel around/under without re-collapsing. The matter manipulator's not especially noisy, but there's little Staren can do to muffle rubble settling after it removes parts, or the rocks he moves with his armor.

    Drones watch for patrols, or for radio signals indicating approaching patrols out of sight. Whenever one approaches, Staren goes still and waits for them to pass, and then a little extra time to be safe. While he hasn't taken pains to make the entrance to his tunnel /invisible/, he has put some pieces of rubble back in it so that at a casual glance it still looks like rubble. He just hopes none of the guards has a photographic memory of the rubble...
William Pauwel Oh no! The east side is full of... People! Completely ordinary people just enjoying their every-day comforts. People who are taking a well-deserved break after an exhausting work shift and just want to de-stress before the next one. The thought of doing them any harm, even if they're all working for a super shady secret organization, it turns the stomach...

And so Will tries his best to... /carefully/... sneak his way around them. It might be a bit touch-and-go, but there are still ways he might approach. The helipads themselves might just have a hollow, steel frame underneath them- perfect for crawling through to stick to the shadows and avoid detection. There might be service corridors or just plain old fashioned gaps between buildings that he can use. For situations where he can't, a quick pulse of invisible electromagnetic energy to-- for instance-- the rec-room sportsball TV-- might be enough of a distraction to let him sneak by. He uses his EXTRARDINARY SENSES (**) to make sure his... non-standard means of ingress aren't festooned with security systems before trying them, and his WEAPON MASTERY and ARSENAL (***) to silently trick-shot his way to convenient distractions... As he moves toward his ultimate goal.

The task at hand is actually perfect for Will. Or close to it, anyway. The computer system controls the monorail, so all he has to do is to use his gun's built-in AI and its remote hacking ability (**) to try and spoof the computer into sending him on a one-way direct trip (read: 'drive system check') to the heart of the facility.

You know, if he doesn't get caught.
James Bond      There's someone else here. The 'name and badge number' trick is the oldest in the book, but it works--especially in places where there's a fear of losing one's job. This place is full of people like that, because it's full of people. Anyone here is expendable, interested in doing no more than what they're paid to do, and not at all interested in sticking out.

     The girl isn't bad--especially considering she kept that same jobsworth energy up through all of the checkpoints. All of the ones he saw from his truck, anyway. Bond stops to fasten the laces of his shoes. He rises as Xion passes by. For a moment, the sunlight reveals his eyes. Blue, like hers--but colder. In that moment, brief though it may be, she can glean from his expression that he knows. He won't tell.

     "For Simmons?" he nods to one of her boxes. It's a fancy one--suitably enough for one of the middle-manager types, anyway. She might be his ticket in--her, and the universal keycard Q provided for this mission. He produces a keycard, fashioned to look like the ones the guards use. It's even on a lanyard, to prevent 'theft.' "I'll badge you in," he says as an employee would say to another. His accent is nondescriptly American. "Just stay close, or the cameras'll go nuts." Translation: I have this thing that can get us in, but either of us going alone would draw too much attention. If she plays along, that's exactly what he does--walk in, business as usual, hiding in plain sight.
Big Boss Jackal has done this before. He creeps forward, carefully, patiently waiting for the patrols to move by, using mirrors and his own cameras to check around blind corners, and pushing forward, practically no footsteps heard. Assuming he gets to the bulkheads, detox, death traps, and such, he pulls out his entry kit.

Wirecutters. Lockpicks, both mundane and electronic. And some shaped charges, but those are last resort. He moves to try and find electronics to bypass and force the doors open. If he can't...

Jackal will use the shaped charges, trying to bypass the bulkhead. Hopefully, there's not enough guards nearby to hear it.

Hopefully his iDroid isn't completely wiped by the electromagnetics going on, but it's better than it getting compromised should this go south.
Xion Xion mills about to little avail on the floor, her POWERFUL CLIPBOARD - OF POWER!!! - not really working to badge herself in through cold unfeeling machines. Certainly, she could unleash her secret weapon and irresponsibly use the Power of Unlocking to bypass security.

This would require her summoning to her grip the gaudiest piece of metal garbage possible. This would immediately provoke UNSKIPPABLE CUTSCENES followed immediately by GIANT MOB FIGHTS.

Thankfully, Xion is saved by a kind hollywood American! "Oh! That'd be rad, thanks mister!"

She heaves her boxes to the door, following Bond closely at his heel in a Member-Of-Party lockstep that is eerily matched. "I could try my keys, but..." Xion brings to hand (with a gently 'shwing!') an old time-y key ring with only a single keychain on it - an empty star outline. "Could I borrow one of yours?"

This request seems to have some Deeper Meaning. It has an Orange clickable phrase. It is, however, Up To Bond.

"Golly, I hope the food doesn't get cold."
Priscilla     The Matter Manipulator is a device that causes far less seismic activity than a drill or excavator would. Any rumbles would obviously register with sensors in a place like this, meant for earthquakes or nuclear attacks, which can be set up in super reinforced, isolated areas like this. It ends up that he only makes some audible noise though, which the patrols aren't close enough to notice when he waits for gaps. After chewing through the blockage, he has a straight shot down many stairs and twists and turns, past doors he can dig away too with nobody staffing them, and enter the NORTH VAULT.

    Will has a harder time, given the sheer number of vision cones from regular people he doesn't want to harm. Checking around the helipad does in fact find him a route that's more like a crawlspace for fuel lines and electrical cables to refuel and recharge the vehicles, leaving him greasy and filthy and with a mild rash from the sting of gasoline, but hacking the computer from there is trivial baby work. The monorail goes over many dramatic vistas of sweeping underground excavation with glowing building lights and construction scaffolds everywhere, and takes him inside the central square that's suspended by chains, cables, and connected to with stairs and an elevator, the EAST VAULT.

    James Bond in his secret agent costume bullshit routine is the second part of Xion's audacity act. People stop to question her, but then immediately turn around and pretend they had something else to do, or instead direct their made-up-on-the-spot questions to Bond when he refers to her like she's expected, not wanting to interfere with the *fucking Illuminati overlords* they work for. Many men with very scary guns watch Bond swipe the keycard at a range they cannot possibly miss, looking to see the climax of the act. When it works, they stop paying attention. The elevator takes the two of them straight down a similar dramatic mountain supercavern vista as Will had seen (they can see the monorail ride from there).

    Because this is a SNEAKING MISSION and the USE OF STEALTH IS REQUIRED, Silent Jackal is a perfect fit. Once he's inside and has his mental map going and a good idea of the patrol routes, he basically couldn't possibly mess it up unless he tried to; this kind of security is second nature, and the kind he's trained for a million times in exercises and in sims. All the really serious stuff is elsewhere. The bulkheads take forever and a half to get through though. The more normal steel doors can be shimmied and cranked and taken off hinges, the retinal scanners and emergency bolts can be cut, bulletproof glass can be sliced, hatches torched, but the biggest of bulkheads do require the charges. Due to the aforementioned nuclear bunker way this place has been built though, it's a dull rumble that'll maybe trip one sensor somewhere and have a monitor call the boss who'll then send a scientist instead who'll send some dudes to look at it in an hour. It takes him to the straight EMERGENCY SHUTTLES that lead to the WEST VAULT.
Priscilla     The vault itself is suspended hundreds of meters, isolated by thick coils and cables meant to make it safe from nuclear attack --from outside, that is. The inside isn't very big. Maybe a football field of steel and concrete and more esoteric materials. There's less room, more guards, and more dense security, making it harder to sneak around. According to the intel, and many brightly painted lines and arrows (with no names), the storage facilities are in the corners and center, not directly in line with the entrances and exits.

    To the NORTHWEST lies the MASTER SWITCH, capable of controlling all electronics in the world. To the NORTHEAST, the GENOCIDE STRAIN, a virus that can wipe a chosen people from the face of the Earth. To the SOUTHWEST, the NEW WORLD RADIO, which can broadcast subliminal mind control waves across a planet. To the SOUTHEAST, the FUSION LOOP REACTOR, which could provide infinite clean energy to the plebes, but it won't. At the CENTER lies both the SECURITY BUNKER and the GOD SERUM, which turns people into immortal hyperintelligent ubermensch.

    The NORTHWEST is locked down in a super electromagnetic containment cell. It scrambles signals, destroys electronics, magnetizes away metal items, and probably causes seizures. This is as much for containment as it is security, since if some cheeky employee flipped the MASTER SWITCH, they'd be scott free to escape.

    The NORTHEAST is isolated in multiple layers of airlocks, decontamination stations, blastproof everything, and is guarded solely by complicated manual mechanisms. Nobody wants the viral containment stuff breaking and nobody wants electronics potentially failing --locks don't. It's also super, super cold inside. Lethally so. There are no suits just lying around.

    The SOUTHWEST is obviously inside a faraday cage setup, but specifically has no human guards around. It's completely policed by mazelike corridors and hatches filled with laser wires, pressure sensors, gun turrets, gas dispensers, and other things meant to murder the everloving shit out of humans, given it's a mind control device and not a hacking device.

    The SOUTHEAST is radiation, blast, and heat proof, so the reactor can't be weaponized to get out. It's built like a bank vault times infinity, with tons of fire suppression systems, things that flood it with liquid nitrogen, and an emergency eject to hurl the compartment into the void, as well as stations that require two personnel to turn keys simultaneously.

    The CENTER is fortified in a variety of conventional ways, both physically reinforced, automatically defended, manually guarded, and electromagnetically shielded. It's easily the hardest to crack, and would require many different talents, but it also contains the central nexus for all the security in the mountain, obviously in the hardest to reach place.
Staren     It would've been better to come in here with a team.

    Staren considers the nearby vaults and the things they're purported to contain. All of these things need to be kept out of the wrong hands and used by the right ones. The GENOCIDE STRAIN could cause untold harm in the hands of species supremacists killing everyone who looks different from them... or could be used for good by destroying some species of monster that keeps people down in a world. Or, if it's reusable, it could assassinate especially evil targets one after the other. The MASTER SWITCH subverts all manner of electronic security, at least for a time; or it could be used to shut off cybernetics or life support and kill specific people. Or it could stop all manner of doomsday devices, killer robots, and be used to kill the RIGHT specific people who are making the world worse for everyone else.

    And then there's the nukes. Sometimes you just need to blow something up, although Staren knows all too well that it solves fewer problems than you'd think. Still, they're less likely to be guarded or targeted by rival elites. Might make a good secondary target if he can't deal with the other security measures.

    Speaking of which, Staren's prepared for cold, but he's not sure he's prepared for THAT extreme of cold. At least not for long. And blast doors and mechanical locks will require a long time to cut through.

    And then there's the master switch security, which is basically anti-everything he has. He could leave all his devices behind and the magnets would probably still rip out his cybernetics, and of course there's the seizures. He obviously can't send a robot. If only he could make a robot without metal and electricity...

    Ah, that's it. Staren can't help but smirk to himself at his cleverness. He steps back out of sight, and dumps some of the rubble and some other building materials -- bits of wood and concrete -- out of his matter manipulator, shaping it into the form of a man and then weaving a spell to animate it. A minute or two should do it -- this won't need to be an especially smart construct, it just has to go where he tells it, pick up a thing, and walk out.

    Once again he uses drones and sensors in case a patrol comes by -- he'll have to start the spell over if he has to run and hide, but according to the intel he'll be unlikely to be interrupted a second time and unlucky to be interrupted once. Hopefully the intel holds up...
Xion Going down the elevator to the filthiest, Illuminati Muzak, Xion makes quiet beatboxing sounds with her mouth. Escorted to the landing, she finds herself at the landing at the SOUTH, looking around.

"Wooooooow!" She gawks, like a gawker, gawking.

Her head fills with names. MASTER SWITCH. GENOCIDE STRAIN. NEW WORLD RADIO. FUSION LOOP REACTOR. GOD SRUM.

'SUICIDE MISSION'.

"Well, mister..." Xion hefts the box of food in her hand. "I think I need to go around. Which way are you going?"

Something on the radio has SPOOKED her, a slight stammer in her otherwise cheerily flat tone. "I kind of don't want to be here any longer than normal."
James Bond      "Go for it," says Bond. "Long as it doesn't get in our way." He says it as if he's talking about the banal day-to-day of a delivery driver, but she's smart enough to know what he really means. 'As long as you personally don't get in my way.' He waits a moment, to allow Xion time--whether that's physically taking a key, or something else, he's not sure.

     After that moment passes, he's on his way SOUTHWEST. He jerks a thumb in that direction. aiming to get at the NEW WORLD RADIO. "Got some work to do on the Cage," he says with that working-class conviviality. All he's missing is a toolbox.

     At the SOUTHWEST VAULT, he'll attempt to bypass the security measures in the most direct way possible--by preventing their ability to see him. Bond presses a little button concealed in his shoes. Powerful electromagnets hidden in the soles activate. He scales the wall as easily as one would walk across the room. His aim is to evade the majority of the traps by scaling the ceiling.
William Pauwel He might be positively caked in enough oil to qualify as a flammable workplace hazard, but Will somehow manages to make it through to the monorail without being detected. He's not quite sure how 'the monorail is now active, it wasn't a minute ago' isn't ringing a few alarm bells here and there, but he's certainly not going to complain. The Chaser takes a moment to recline in relative luxury, to wonder at the gorgeous vista unfolding just outside his window, and... To wipe off some of that gasoline. Because honestly, that's just patently /unsafe./

He emerges from the monorail into the facility's central platform, where he... Promptly discovers that his intended approach seems to present something of an issue. Specifically that the central scurity structure is absolutely /ruinous/ with multi-layered protection systems, both conventional and exotic. Comparatively, the northeast is just a matter of boiling through a few walls and then threatening the entire facility with rampant viral doom if absolutely necessary. The Southeast could take some doing, but the potential payoff is astounding...

Will makes his choice.

To powerbomb this fuckin' tornado.

The central security systems were his goal from the start. They'll need to penetrate the middle of the facility /anyway/ if they want to make a clean sweep, and cracking the security system would be exactly the kind of thing they'd need to do to get out of this rat's nest alive.

And so Will takes a deep breath, steels his nerves, and goes to do exactly that which he had set out to do. The guards stationed at their posts would need to deal with a precision gunslinger equipped with a silent firearm that fires bolts of invisible, incapacitating energies. (Weapon Mastery ***, Arsenal - Ranged ***) As for actually breaching the fort, mechanical engineering is Will's /thing./ The conventional locks and barricades will be tested by a master of their internal mechanisms, and someone who is equipped with a weapon capable of boiling through the obstacles in his way if push comes to shove. (Mechanical Engineering ***, Field Shaping ***)
Big Boss Jackal confirms directions as he slips through, and considers. Northwest is priority, followed by southwest, followed by center, followed by southeast, etc, according to what Boss told him. So, he moves to slip through the northwest doors towards the MASTER SWITCH's containment.

This is going to be a nightmare. All of his tools are going to be smashed, except for one. And he only has a few of those left. But, if they work...

Jackal swallows. Suicide mission. He pulls out the remaining shaped charges, and hopefully can use his stealth prowess to continue towards the electromagnetic containment, blow it open, and get the Master Switch out carefully before seizures start kicking in. The alarms?

He should be able to hide out for about 99 seconds, if those occur. Probably.
Xion Xion nods along, and seperates from James as he moves towards the SOUTHWEST. Obviously, food goes to DELIVERIES.

So Xion goes to DELIVERIES, and drops off the large box she had carried. The people there are probably SUPER CONFUSED. But she grunts, stares, and taps her clipboard a lot until they at least accept service to figure it out later. She's not asking anyone to PAY for it.

As she leaves, her outfit changes in the space between the first and second beat of a heart, browns becoming greys, a nametag ('Zion') and a local unit patch adding themselves to her disguise. It's more complete not because she wants it -- but because James wants it.

James wants this notch on his belt.

"J!" she calls, jogging across the bay with a toolbox in hand. "You forgot your tools!"

Her voice isn't so loud as to scream STOP ME AND CHECK MY ID, but it's loud enough to get people thinking about maintenance, about the din of activity.

It's loud enough to blend in.

Should James open the toolbox, of course, there isn't any tools - it's a metal pail with a pre-rested steak on it.

Sue her, she was carrying catering not twenty seconds prior.
Priscilla     In the NORTHWEST, Staren and Silent Jackal converge essentially by accident. This facility isn't really meant to scan for magic, and walking mud people don't register on heat scans or biosigns, just odd movement. This wouldn't be a huge deal, but it gets people to pay attention, and the subtle thumps of Silent Jackal's charges work as infrasound that put the guards on alert. Nobody really *suspects* they're there yet, given them shutting down cameras and tripwires as they go, and avoiding guards with skill or drones, but the bored, day to day security is now actually looking around more seriously. It seems as if they're about HALFWAY through the layers of bullshit closing in the MASTER SWITCH, and it'll require more cutting and cracking to get the rest of the way, as well as more expendable tools. Even a rock golem can't hold up through that much.

    In the SOUTHWEST, walking on the ceiling . . . actually also works pretty well. Like damn. Bond has to basically stoop, crouch, or crawl at places to aboid his head tripping things lower down, and run around swivel cams and turrets as he goes. As before, Xion's whole entry hasn't raised immediate suspicion, but now there are eyes and ears on her, making their job a bit tougher.

    Will performs a series of successful takedowns. Unsuspecting guards are no match for his gunslinger prowess while totally undetected so far, even if they'd light him up no problem if they caught him. The thing is that the sudden quietness of having no people around, all at once, is instinctively a bit unsettling for the guards set to patrol around the area, and it starts to create a bit of a nervous gravitas around it, heightening alertness, even though he no longer has any security to contend on the outside.
William Pauwel A little messier than he might have liked, but given what he's going to have to do here, it's... Probably? Worth it? If they can disable security, then not only are they going to make a clean sweep, they're also much, much more likely to escape with their lives.

And that would be very nice, in Will's humble opinion.

"Judgment," Will murmurs as he begins penetrating the first set of defenses. "Keep your sensors a-swivel. There's bound to be someone coming to check things out. I don't want to end up getting caught between a rock, a hard place, and a nuclear explosion."

The wisdom of this endeavor is questionable. Do you intend to use the serum within yourself?

The voice is clear like crystal and electronic like the buzzing of arcing wires. It sizzles in his communicator, and Will's expression turns thoughtful. "...We'll see. I'd prefer t' go as far as I can on my own merit, but... Well, we need to /get/ the damn thing first, don't we?"
Big Boss Jackal grumbles as he spots Staren, but isn't going to fight him until after he has the Master Switch. Big Boss has big plans for it, after all. Grabbing all but the last charges, he plants them, and then slips back, trying to hold his head together as the electromagneticism makes him a little bit dizzy. He speaks towards Staren, verbally.

"I suggest backing off. There's too many of us, and I'm not leaving without this Switch. You want something else from this vault, you can have it." And then, he clicks the trigger on the charges, trying to time them to be less suspicious, if possible. Maybe make them think it's an earthquake instead of bombs, so they don't send an entire swat team.
Xion This is getting too weird. Too awkward. Too...

Dangerous.

'Suicide Mission' rings in Xion's ears as she dogs after James. Her lifeline. The professional.

The Double 0.

She doesn't call his name, instead moving into a full-on acrobatic speed mode, zipping at a full lope through the cage, black-gloved hands (were they always black?) pulling at wiring as if she knows the layout of every cable and wire. Her fingers pinch like cable-cutters. She only has one goal - the same goal she ever had. Survival. Now, in over her head, she pushes to clear the way for James to make the grab.

"For queen and country..." She mutters quietly, her tone momentarily shockingly English.
Staren     Staren peeks in to check on his golem and sees it smashed by the defenses. Okay, so he'll need more. He sends more... and Jackal spots him. "We'll see about that. You think I'm going to give up just because you /asked/? I'd say this whole facility rather counts as the Illuminati asking us not to steal it, and I don't see YOU backing down."

    In truth, though, he's not planning to fight Jackal, but hoping that his golems can snatch the Switch and run before Jackal can reach it; if the Switch doesn't reach Staren in the first place, it won't become a fight -- he just wordlessly retreats to go elsewhere. This is already too dangerous and Jackal's probably more at home fighting without making as much noise.
James Bond      Xion is working on the wires--she's fast. Can he trust her? Maybe. At the very least, she's had plenty of opportunities to screw things up and hasn't taken any. Every step takes him a little closer. With patience, he can reach it. God knows what they'll do with it. It's not like he'd be able to change anything. Even if he smashed it to pieces, they'd find another somewhere--if not the people who run this place, then the people who run his life.

     "Stop that," Bond mutters to himself. Focus on the mission.

     He attempts to make his way through the labyrinth to the center, where the New World Radio is safely contained. He'll try and get directly over it--then lower himself down with a motorized rappel.
Priscilla     Will's attempts to crack the CENTRAL security station --essentially the win condition for the whole thing-- go very very poorly. It's incredibly robust. Full of redundancies. Full of checks and scans. Full of watching eyes from inside. Of course it would be. It's the hub that secures every single item, as well as the mountain vault in general. He barely gets anywhere, maybe a sixth of the way, before he trips automatic safety systems. Panels lock, keypads freeze up into passwords, and bolts close. This in of itself isn't a huge problem, possibly ascribed to a computer failure, but after he'd already made guards all around very worried with his shooting the sector silent, he can hear people approaching already. An intercom announcement goes up, alerting everyone else to it too. The central section is under AMBER ALERT until the staff fully examine it, and guards at all exits should be on the lookout for any suspicious activity.

    In the NORTHWEST, Silent Jackal finally succeeds in cracking the last of the security. The Master Switch sits on a pedestal at the center of the room, surrounded by sensors and a pressure switch. It's strangely zeerust, like several pieces of electronic equipment from the 40s cobbled together with all sorts of ramshackle wires and splices and new circuit boards, like some kind of idiot savant made it in a divinely inspired fit.

    With all the security juiced up and people looking though, Staren's mudman no longer flies under the radar. Dirty gravely smudges on the ground. An unrecognized, un-stealthy gait. The intercom updates. NORTH and WEST entrances are under RED ALERT immediate lockdown. Armed mercenaries rush towards them, the clanking of boots over metal echoing in the halls, to reinforce them and activate automatic lethal defenses. The only good thing is that an intruder hasn't been *directly seen* yet. The NORTHWEST quadrant between them, of course, attracts an examination crew, who will be there any minute.

    This also creates problems for the SOUTHWEST quadrant. The Radio sits on a similar pedestal, looking like a strangely more advanced, almost artistic, blossom of flowering reflector dishes of hexagonal crystal, with multiple 'stamens' of fine white transceiver poles. It's so close. So very close. Just one more door festooned with lasers across it, back and forth, and it's Bond's right away. Xion has rushed it almost all the way, working on the last few wires. But the slightest hitch might send the WEST security corridor into overdrive, and cause someone to finger the nukes, seeing as the heavily reinforced checkpoint is practically right outside the window. It'd take a hell of a distraction to make it out with that.

    At least, the EAST side is almost totally undefended. Nobody on the security staff seems to be paying any attention to it.
Xion Xion can feel the pressure - like the sound of water rushing down a sluice gate as it yawns open. There's no time. Mission, mission, now it's a mission. She wants it - to be a phantom thief, or even a secret agent. She wants everything, but above all, she doesn't want to die. And there's a terrible course of events coming to fruition that does the thing that cannot, possibly, under any circumstances, happen.

Zexion, the brains behind Organization 13's day-to-day, speaks old wisdom in her ear with the magic of ~flashback memory~.

"Xion. Sometimes, to accomplish a mission, you need to take drastic tactical action to affect the change required. Do not hesitate to do so if things escalate to that level of situation." Zexion lectures, as she sits next to Axel, picking his nose in the desk and chair too small for him, and Namine doodles in the desk behind. Roxas watches with intent and eagerness. Xion doesn't really understand.

As James drops in on the line, Xion pokes her head over the cage's lip. "Hi Double-Oh-Seven. I'm X."

She pronounces it 'key' with a k that sounds like an S. Nobody from her world can pronounce the letter X, apparently.

"I'm going to draw their attention. Complete the mission, OK?"

Then, with only a moment for him to gurgle frustratedly at Yet Another Child making dramatic sacrifices, Xion moves *out* of the locking puzzle and back to the perimiter, interfering with the guards indirectly if they get close -- or directly if they get dangerously close.
William Pauwel It was probably too much to hope for. Will whispers a curse as the systems go into lockdown, his mind running through countless scenarios to try and find some way-- /any/ way to salvage this. He could. He could, but it'd take too much time. Too much risk. He needs to back out, find another target.

This isn't worth it. Will takes in a long breath, then slowly exhales. "Right," he mutters, darting out of the hell that the center is about to turn into. "Gotta figure out a way to give 'em something to think about... Let's see."

Will takes a moment, rigging the outer console in such a way that it might look, to someone who isn't an expert in computer systems and electrical engineering, as if some critical component in the console had abruptly decided to destructively vent its magical smoke in a (small) catastrophic explosion.

He sets the thing to blow, and then abruptly beats feet...

...Somewhere. The question is: of the two goals remaining, does he believe the world needs an infinite energy source more than it doesn't need a supervirus...?

...

......?
Big Boss Once Silent Jackal gets his hands on the Master Switch, he suddenly flips back, away from the golems, drawing his pistol, and preparing to just start crackshot blasting through the golems if they get in the way. They can probably slow him down and injure him, but he's getting out of there with that device.

Once he's out with it, outside of the electromagnetic seizure zone, he starts fiddling with it as he moves, moving to scramble security. Then, slipping through the same paths he came in, this time with heavier security, he moves to sneak, slide, and patiently slip through the corridors with his prize.
James Bond      'I'm going to draw their attention.'

     He hadn't expected that. Not that he's complaining. It'll help. Bond lowers himself--but not so much that his feet touch the floor. No, just enough that he can get past the final obstacle. There's a doorway here, full of lasers. Luckily, he has one of his own. Bond draws up his watch--an unassuming thing. It's the kind of timepiece you'd expect a blue collar worker to have, except for the laser. He's aiming it at the emitters on the door in front of him, attempting to burn them off and neutralize the lasers one by one. It's a slow process, but it's one he can afford to enact thanks to Xion.
Staren     Dammit. Staren calls the last golem back when Jackal grabs the Switch and runs off. But now alarms are going off and the North area is kiind of a mess. Staren orders the golem and some of his drones to rush security to buy himself some time as he runs across the north area.
Priscilla     Bond grabs it. The illuminati super technology is his. That's two for five; not great, but enough to put a very, very big dent in I.Summit's master plans for world domination for at least a few months, if not a couple of years. Given that the staff are a hair trigger away from pressing the detonate switch though, it seems less than likely that anyone will get out of here with what they came for.

    Until Silent Jackal has the brilliant idea of invoking the 1940s super hacking SCP he lifted. Flipping old metal pin switches, cranking coils, pressing big plastic buttons at random, a little filament lightbulb along its top flashes yellow then green, and there's a sudden rolling blackout of all the lights and security systems, including the comms and klaxon, for a good thirty seconds, providing a solid window of escape if they slip past the guards while they're busy switching to thermal vision (or just clobber or tranq some from the dark).

    Xion running around in the darkness distracts and confuses them for a while, until she comes almost face to face with a roving patrol. That catches their attention, drawing many away from their posts to pursue her through the corridors. The scattered sounds of echoing gunfire, deafeningly loud in this enclosed space, sound off in the distance as she gives them the runaround. A console blowing halts the remaining patrol, giving everyone just the window they need to leave.

    Given that the cabal doesn't know the state of their inventory, and won't for a few more minutes, it's a frantic rush out of the entrances bored into the side of the mountain, secured from the hacked monorail, or cleared from the western bulkheads and personnel lifts, but a close shave on the safe side of the razor from the whole place blowing up and going down. There's no point collapsing it if the intruders are gone, after all, and burying the remaining artifacts is a waste. They'll be transported and disappear off the grid again by nightfall. Hopefully there'll be another opportunity to track them down.