03-05-2018, 10:13 PM
At her prompt, Big Brother had landed on the delivery chimney located on the roof, it wasn’t the dark ages after all. Houses, flats, businesses, hell everywhere, had them these days. It was standard 21st century crap and had been for the last fifteen or so years at least. Drones were used for nearly every delivery these days and instead of leaving your crap on the porch to be stolen, some dude had invented these chutes based on old dumbwaiters.
Said drone landed on the delivery pad, talked to your smarthouse or whatever you had and verified the delivery then birthed your goods. Your stuff would then descend into your abode via lift and be waiting for you to retrieve it. There were so many options to choose from it was crazy and you could go as fancy or simple as you wanted. Got perishables? Clearly you need a climate controlled model. Your dog getting dropped off from the groomer? There are special pet inserts too. You could even route and sort your goods once inside but that got pricey. Security could be beefy, lasering anything unauthorized into a bajillion pieces or basic, letting in anything that said please.
Nika herself had a very complicated system mostly because she’d once entered a supposedly impenetrable location via delivery drone and knew what havoc one could wreck with a little ingenuity. And a knowledge of tech. Well a gun helped too. That assignment had been a resounding success.
She’d maintained her focus whilst the women chattered about leashes and whatnot. Honestly it was a little weird so the Atharim chalked it up to inside jokes or a you-had-to-be-there kind of thing. Well that’s alright.
The assassin raised an eyebrow at Jacinda’s comment about her drones, not really understanding what she meant by it. Annoyance? Who knew. Who cared. ‘Amelia’ walked over to the dumbwaiter’s door and opened it. In this house it was made to look like a cabinet. You could customize that too. There was a battery the size of her pinky within the wall. She reached to her collar and retrieved another battery. Swap complete, the old unit was placed on the tray and she closed the doors. The lift went upward silently and she knew Big Brother would take care of the rest. The power unit was to her scrambler, which, was a delightful piece of tech that functioned to disrupt one’s features on video playback. Or pictures. Anything electronic really. She couldn’t go galavanting about the city, kicking ass and taking names all the while being recorded by the sea of cameras both public and private, now could she? No. So to anyone’s knowledge, Nika Raskov was still in her flat across the city.
The assassin eyed her companions and grabbed a clean throw-away wallet. “Shall we?”
‘Pond’ walked a couple of blocks for three reasons. One: to put some distance between them and the safehouse. Two: because it felt right to go where there were more people. And three...because it seemed like Tenzen needed to be taken for a walk to spend some of that pent-up energy. Somehow. Maybe later that intuition would be revisited.
After all her criteria were met, Amy Pond called for an Uber. Their driver, a grad student from MU, jabbered about all the trouble he got into as an undergrad in the RLD. Red Light District. Amy chatted him up in Russian and got some great tips for the bars they weren’t going to as well as a dancing scene she clearly was into because of her shoes; they were off but he’d recognized the brand. Losing a shoe to Big Brother was just the gift that kept giving. Team Spice Girl ended their ride a block away from their intended destination. Amy thanked Alexandr for the ride and wished him luck with his studies, waving as he puttered away.
It was late but there were lots of no-gooders about. Kinda like them.
Their destination wasn’t far; a couple of minutes. At least her shoes were comfortable. She listened to the drone report on the area as they walked. Her eyes swept casually about and she was at ease. It was a little chilly so not at all out of the ordinary for hands to be in pockets. Her coat was big enough to conceal whatever she was or was not carrying.
Then their destination was upon them.
Edited by Nika Raskov, May 6 2018, 02:46 PM.
Said drone landed on the delivery pad, talked to your smarthouse or whatever you had and verified the delivery then birthed your goods. Your stuff would then descend into your abode via lift and be waiting for you to retrieve it. There were so many options to choose from it was crazy and you could go as fancy or simple as you wanted. Got perishables? Clearly you need a climate controlled model. Your dog getting dropped off from the groomer? There are special pet inserts too. You could even route and sort your goods once inside but that got pricey. Security could be beefy, lasering anything unauthorized into a bajillion pieces or basic, letting in anything that said please.
Nika herself had a very complicated system mostly because she’d once entered a supposedly impenetrable location via delivery drone and knew what havoc one could wreck with a little ingenuity. And a knowledge of tech. Well a gun helped too. That assignment had been a resounding success.
She’d maintained her focus whilst the women chattered about leashes and whatnot. Honestly it was a little weird so the Atharim chalked it up to inside jokes or a you-had-to-be-there kind of thing. Well that’s alright.
The assassin raised an eyebrow at Jacinda’s comment about her drones, not really understanding what she meant by it. Annoyance? Who knew. Who cared. ‘Amelia’ walked over to the dumbwaiter’s door and opened it. In this house it was made to look like a cabinet. You could customize that too. There was a battery the size of her pinky within the wall. She reached to her collar and retrieved another battery. Swap complete, the old unit was placed on the tray and she closed the doors. The lift went upward silently and she knew Big Brother would take care of the rest. The power unit was to her scrambler, which, was a delightful piece of tech that functioned to disrupt one’s features on video playback. Or pictures. Anything electronic really. She couldn’t go galavanting about the city, kicking ass and taking names all the while being recorded by the sea of cameras both public and private, now could she? No. So to anyone’s knowledge, Nika Raskov was still in her flat across the city.
The assassin eyed her companions and grabbed a clean throw-away wallet. “Shall we?”
‘Pond’ walked a couple of blocks for three reasons. One: to put some distance between them and the safehouse. Two: because it felt right to go where there were more people. And three...because it seemed like Tenzen needed to be taken for a walk to spend some of that pent-up energy. Somehow. Maybe later that intuition would be revisited.
After all her criteria were met, Amy Pond called for an Uber. Their driver, a grad student from MU, jabbered about all the trouble he got into as an undergrad in the RLD. Red Light District. Amy chatted him up in Russian and got some great tips for the bars they weren’t going to as well as a dancing scene she clearly was into because of her shoes; they were off but he’d recognized the brand. Losing a shoe to Big Brother was just the gift that kept giving. Team Spice Girl ended their ride a block away from their intended destination. Amy thanked Alexandr for the ride and wished him luck with his studies, waving as he puttered away.
It was late but there were lots of no-gooders about. Kinda like them.
Their destination wasn’t far; a couple of minutes. At least her shoes were comfortable. She listened to the drone report on the area as they walked. Her eyes swept casually about and she was at ease. It was a little chilly so not at all out of the ordinary for hands to be in pockets. Her coat was big enough to conceal whatever she was or was not carrying.
Then their destination was upon them.
Edited by Nika Raskov, May 6 2018, 02:46 PM.