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Post by Prowl on Jan 22, 2011 21:23:20 GMT -5
Recon has showed quite a lot about the casino. The best way in unnoticed to the building appears to be a back access in which the entertainment enters. Lots of large boxes, lots of motion, and a good place to get ignored. So after a little figuring out and planning, Prowl has made his way up to one of the neighboring buildings to the casino, carrying the extremely small Wheelie with him. He stops behind a roof access door and kneels down, letting Wheelie down, then peers out at the casino before pulling back and out of view.
He smooths out the gravel on the roof and sets down a data pad with the planned route overlaying the blueprints through the building to the main security room, which is underground, one of the first levels down. There's are marked position on where guards have paced and are often seen standing, along with camera locations (and the range of the camera's view).
"This is, of course, no easy path down," Prowl says in a low voice, as if they're already being monitored. Who knows what could be watching them even out here? "We will have to make our way on the outskirts of the main lobby, into the back hallway, through the maze of rooms, and into the security room, where we'll have to disable the guards, as well as the system. They are the optics and the sensors of the casino, and in order to do anything, we must shut them down."
He tilts his head up a bit to look at the casino, then down at Wheelie.
"Are you ready?"
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Jan 26, 2011 6:48:01 GMT -5
Wheelie tries to act all tough and ready, he really does. He tries to keep a mean face on, to punch a palm with his fist, even 'spitting' and rubbing, but he is nervous as hell and it shows with his constant twitching and pacing. When Prowl finally looks down at him he tries to flash the ninja big toothy grin while crossing his arms, though one optic still twitches. "Hey pal, I was BORN ready for this! We's gonna go in there, punch them out good until they see stars, and they's never gonna know we were there! Let's do it! Though would ya mind doin' all the punchin'? My shoulderjoint's actin' up."
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Post by Prowl on Jan 27, 2011 21:48:23 GMT -5
"Mmn," Is the only sound of response Prowl makes as he looks over the map once more. He makes sure he knows the route well, then subspaces the data pad. With a fluid motion he scoops Wheelie up into one hand, then jumps down off the building, booster jets easing his fall into a controlled jump and lands just behind one of the large cargo trucks that is carrying the performer's gear.
Prowl motions to stay quiet with his free hand, keeping Wheelie safely held in his other hand.
Very smoothly, Prowl slides into one of the entrances, behind a performer and out of sight of a camera that watches the entrance. The easy part is over. He swiftly moves through the back halls, and into the back hallway of the casino offices. The loud noises of the casino drift into the halls as a worker passes through the door and down the hall.
//Keep conversation to a minimum, and only on short range.// He even whispers on the radio, keeping the mood to his mission.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Jan 28, 2011 15:18:08 GMT -5
It's a really really good thing that Wheelie was already well aware of Prowl's methods, or that little stunt would have him screeching and clawing against Prowl's hand. So all he does now is just clamp his teeth together, clutch the ninja's fingers and press his optic shutters together tightly.
When they do land though he can't help but let out a dramatic sigh of relief, only to swallow it halfway at Prowl's 'ssssh', shutting it and nodding his head before pointing forward in a 'go go go!' gesture. For the rest he lets Prowl do everything, his discolored optics glancing around for any kind of trouble or task. //Hey pal, I already told ya that ya could count on me, didn't I? Stop doubtin' me!//
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Post by Prowl on Jan 30, 2011 11:34:27 GMT -5
Very quietly, Prowl makes his way down the halls, dodging the occasional worker, and staying out of the view of cameras. It's all very tedious work, and nothing out of the ordinary happens. Thankfully.
The interesting part happens when they reach a room a few floors down labeled, 'Surveillance.' Prowl lowers Wheelie down to the keypad and nods to him.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Jan 31, 2011 8:29:18 GMT -5
//Right, showtime.// With one final crack of his knuckles Wheelie moves forward, leaning in towards the panel, rubbing his chin as he gives it a good, hard look. Then he flicks his wrist and out pops something that looks like a screwdriver. //Lessee, yea, I know how to crack this puppy!//
Then his hands start moving rapidly, unscrewing the panel while his hands fly over it. Once he has created enough space he leans in, peeking his hand in, optics squinted together as he rummages with the cables. With a final click he pops back out, closing the panel back up as he grins at Prowl, the door sliding open with barely a sound. //Tada! Hope ya learned somethin' from the maestro, ninja-boy.//
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Post by Prowl on Feb 6, 2011 12:47:52 GMT -5
Prowl nods once once Wheelie is done. He pulls him up and away from the pad and sets him on his shoulder.
// Hang on. //
The employees inside are transfixed on the various screens, some writing down reports of notable casino goers, whether they be good or bad. They don't bother to look to the door, thinking it's just somebody else coming to work. They only notice when Prowl knocks out the first man. Prowl himself doesn't make noise, it's the man and his 'uhhhnn' as he collapses from a non-lethal hit to the neck and slumps on his desk.
Two more hits after a jump over a desk and the next two guards are out of it. The next one pulls a gun, but seems to be shaking too much to fire, as Prowl turns on him. The man drops his gun after being knocked out.
The room is now quiet. Prowl looks solemnly at the collapsed men before moving them to the far corner of the room to keep an eye on. Once he is done with that, he lowers Wheelie onto the largest desk.
"You're free to do what you need now, I believe," Prowl says as he goes to the door to shut it, then takes up a watchful position in the middle of the room.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Feb 7, 2011 17:28:31 GMT -5
Wheelie does exactly what Prowl asked of him. He hangs on, trying to stick close to the ninja so that he takes any possible hits, but it looks like he has things well under control!
And no, Wheelie totally didn't screech like a newly hatched protoform when that guard pulled a gun on them.
//Wow, ya got some serious style pal.// The little blue bastard muses, but as soon as he's put down onto the desk he whirs on his wheel feet, rolling towards the computer that rests on it. //Heh. We're in luck. Idiots left it on. Didn't even idle yet. No need to crack the password.// Good, because he totally doesn't know how the hell he could do that, but that part he doesn't tell Prowl.
He gives the mouse a quick kick to stop the system from idling, gives the screen one good look, and then grips the mouse with both hands as he starts moving it, clicking anything of interest. //Okay mister Kung Fu, gonna need ya for this. Man the keyboard, type anything I say, when I say, got it?//
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Post by Prowl on Feb 10, 2011 13:07:34 GMT -5
It's hard to miss that screech when it's right next to one's audio sensors, but Prowl says nothing.
Prowl takes a moment to recheck the door, before he goes over to the computer, standing to type instead of sitting. Sitting would mean too many wasted seconds getting up in case something did happen.
//Ready.// He says, looking over the keys and the screen.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Feb 11, 2011 9:02:22 GMT -5
Wheelie waits until Prowl's in position before he gets down to business. He peers at the screen while pushing the mouse back and forth, punching one of the buttons on it whenever he wants to click on an icon. It doesn't take him long before he manages to access the casino's security program, but there is just one tiny little problem.
//Oh frag. Password.// One that's on a 60 seconds countdown! Wheelie's optics go wide before he turns to Prowl, glaring as he snaps at the ninja. //Okay okay okay, if wer lucky the dude's got it written down somewhere! Check everythin' for a piece of paper with anythin' that looks like a password! Desk drawers, his wallet, the noteboard...ANYWHERE! GO!//
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Post by Prowl on Feb 11, 2011 18:06:32 GMT -5
Prowl looks around, checking the drawers next to the computer first, and is about to look elsewhere before something catches his optics. There's writing on the keyboard.
Password: PASSWORD1
He has no sense of security and he works in the security business. Obviously.
//The password he uses is 'PASSWORD1'.// Prowl sighs as he enters it in.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Feb 13, 2011 13:15:31 GMT -5
Wheelie fidgets, whirring back on his wheels, anxiously rubbing his hands as he keeps one optic on Prowl and the other on that countdown, that just keeps ticking awa-
//...Wha? This ain't the time to be pullin' my leg pal!// The optic on Prowl narrows as his mouth pulls back in a nasty toothy snarl, but no'. It actually works. //....I got nuthin'.//
The blue goblin grumbles as he starts sliding the mouse around again, occasionally barking commands at Prowl, penetrating the (surprisingly user friendly!) system. //Hrn...Yea, right, we can work with this alright...One mouseclick, and it allll goes down.//
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Post by Prowl on Feb 16, 2011 11:53:10 GMT -5
//This is a case of extreme stupidity, I believe.// Prowl taps a finger against the written password.
//So then shall we notify our teammates to get into position? // Prowl asks, while glancing back at the unconscious workers. They haven't gone anywhere, or even moved while out of it. They must be long gone. Prowl hopes he hasn't caused lasting damage.
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Post by Wheelie (ROTF) on Feb 16, 2011 14:55:58 GMT -5
//Just tha'? I can do ya two better pal: Lazy and suicidal. Don't forget who runs this entire joint.//
There, a few more times sliding the mouse, a few more clicks, and...//Presto, system's ready to go down! Yea, go call 'em, let 'em know that it's time to roll high. Oh, if only I had a warrior goddess to blow my stones for good luck, ehehehe.// Wheelie rubs his hands, a nasty and downright wrong expression on his face, before he quickly turns to face Prowl. //Ya know, dice, cos' we in a casino?//
Nevermind of what Prowl's reaction is, Wheelie turns to the mouse when the time is right and... //Bam, presto, security has been DOWNED!//
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