***Hive Infiltration Game***

[Snowflake]

The door that marked W.C. opens. Out comes Comrade HongHu, in a knee-length v-neck black and white lace dress. Her hair was wrapped into a simple ponytail. Her black butterfly is attached on the balck ribbon on her waist. She now looks like a young college student.

"Ok I'm ready. What's the next step?"

[Jamski]

*insert censored evil Jamski thoughts*

-Jam

[Snowflake]

Jamski you want to revive your infiltration game or not?

[Octavian X]

Now, like I said, we go through the OTHER door in the hall.

[Vev]

Is the alarm still on?

[Jamski]

You go through the other door...



You are in a large room or workshop in which someone seems to be fixing a former. All around you are former parts, tools, junk and stuff. The former is half dissassembled in the middle of the floor. You are standing on a walkway about 2 metres above the ground. Someone is working on the otherside of the former, whistleing. They stop as you come in, probably hearing the noise of the radio playing in the bar when you open the door.

"Hey" comes a voice from the other side of the former "Is that you Jeff? Can ya turn that bloody alarm off?"

Over the noise of the alarm and the radio it seems the men in the bar didn't hear him.

Over to you guys...

-Jam

[Vev]

Hmmm, one person, we can take him on . Maybe not.

[Jamski]

"Jeff?" he shouts "Jeff? Can you turn that ruddy noise OFF you bastard?"

He seems pretty pissed about something.

-Jam

[Snowflake]

Vev you are not acting like an assassin at all.

[Vev]

I am a ghost or grey man. A different sort of assassin. There is also the black widow, another style of assassination.

[Jamski]

You have hesitated too long...

He comes out from behind the former, also wearing an overall, and holding an arc welder in both hands.

"Jeff, either turn off that noise of I'll ram this... wait, you're not Jeff!" He runs towards a small console at the foot of the stairs with a comm-terminal.

"Stay right there. I'm calling security," he orders you, then raises his voice "Jeff? JEFF!!! Get your fat arse in here NOW! And turn that ruddy alarm off"

-Jam

[Snowflake]

/me snatches the silenced pistol from vev's trembling hands and swiftly puts a bullet into the guy's forehead. The guy falls back to a pile of former parts and caused a rather loud clatter. She only hopes that nobody heard that because of the deafening alarm.

[Micha]

You really surprise me from time to time, lady

[Jamski]

Jeff and his fat friend come stumbleing in from the bar...

"Whatd'ya want boss?"
"You called for us?"

They stop and stare in horror at the dead technician on the floor and the smoking pistol in HongHu's hand. They're not so dumb they can't put two and two together, but you can see their brains working.

The alarm chooses this moment to stop of its own accord.

"Sh!t" exhales Jeff.

-Jam

[Vev]

Good, the bloody alarm is off. This whole joint needs to burn in flames, after this mission.

Vev took out two small throwing knives and hurled it at the throats of Jeff and his friend. Just to make sure, Vev advanced forward with a dagger at hand to plunge it within the ribcage to stun the man from further actions and finish him off.

This overall is going to be ruined. Time for a change. At least we should find keys or keycards. If else, take the hand or the eye if they are dumb enough to use biometric scanners.