The sedan noses into the alley and dies under a bank of white security lights. Rain hisses on hot pavement. Ki Akio steps out in stolen agent armor, coat closed tight around the hidden case, while the clinic block looms ahead behind a corporate lockdown fence.
Marek stays by the car, eyes on the checkpoint. Juno checks the street line, jaw tight. The spotlight sweeps over Ki Akio, then away, like the system is looking for him but not quite seeing him.
Ki Akio
...I belong in this unit.
He lifts his chin, lets the cybernetic eye drink in the gate's pulse codes, badge cadence, and camera timing. His posture settles into the dead calm of corporate procedure, one hand near the hand cannon, the other brushing the coat over the case.
Marek
He can sell it. If the eye matches the scan, we get through.
Juno
Then walk like you mean it, Akio. Their scanners are lazy, not blind.
At the checkpoint, the nearest reader flashes amber, then green, caught on the stolen armor signature. The lockdown gate begins to part just enough for one body, one lie, and one buried secret to slip deeper into the clinic block.
“this type os stealth is one part acting one part make up a cloths approach the clinic like you own the scene”
SUCCESS (Poor Stealth, rolled +0)
The gate yawns wider. Ki Akio slips through on the reader’s green blink, coat straight, pace measured, like the corridor belongs to him.
He gives the cameras just enough profile to sell the badge signature, but the borrowed armor creaks at the shoulder seam. A sliver of rain-dark fabric shows where the disguise does not quite fit.
Marek
That worked. For now.
Juno
Keep moving. Don’t let them have time to stare.
The scanner chirps again behind him, late and uncertain. One monitor on the post flashes the armor ID, then the corporate service seal tag tied to the case under his coat.
Inside the fence, the clinic block waits in sterile light. The outer door is open, and a distant inner checkpoint hums awake, as if someone notices the wrong name crossing the threshold.
“well no turning back now , as you meet the checkpoint exclaim how that shootout with the perps cause his electronic id malfunction you must get it repaired act furious and pass the checkpoint”
SUCCESS (Good Willpower, rolled +0)
Ki Akio
Hey, my ID is glitching after that shootout. Get it repaired, now.
Ki Akio jabs a furious thumb at the reader, then keeps his stance rigid, like the delay insults him more than the checkpoint does. The stolen armor sells the outrage.
Marek
He’s pushing hard. Good. Let them blame the hardware, not us.
Juno
Keep them busy, Ki. Don’t let the inner gate wake up fully.
The inner checkpoint light softens from amber to green, accepting the complaint as routine maintenance noise.
A side latch clicks. The barrier to the clinic’s interior corridor unlocks with a clean mechanical sigh, and a bored guard gesture waves him through.
The corporate service seal under his coat stays hidden, but the scan tag on the monitor keeps pulsing on his passage, like the building is remembering his name.
Quest Complete
Take the encrypted case to the old clinic block
Skill Upgrade: Stealth Poor→Mediocre