#thirteens_haunt

"So I find a way in, you go scare? Or... whatnot..."

"You do not wish to scare Miss Zara?" A slight gleam in her read gaze. "It can be great fun."

A shrug and a shake of her head.

She pauses as they reach the general fence line. She does not insist that Zara go in, she does not even warn her about leaving carefully. Perhaps she assumes she can do so herself. "Then Miss Zara, if you do not partake in the scare, you can consider it a favor repaid?" She looks to Ice. "Are you in?"

"Sure. Ghost says I should try it, so why not?"

"Said I could get you in."

"The fence is not on." She flicks her fingers at a warning tag. "It is all for show. It gives the illusion of feeling safe. Which satisfies most mortals." Its tall and gaudy, painted a bright gold. It almost looks like a traditional iron fence, but its made of steel. The bars a few inches apart, with flourishing designs of flowers and other swirls. "I believe you Miss Zara." Said as she starts to twist and wiggled through the bars. A design that could surely keep out all but he most agile of mortals, but no problem for even an average sluagh.

She looks up, uncertainty piercing the dull fog. "Oh. You mean I needn't."

(He turns and waits for Zara)

She pauses in her squirming and she blinks at Zara. "What do you need me to say Miss Zara? Do you need me to admit I am no good at locks or know very little about cameras. I for one do not enjoy admitting my faults." She appears confused now.

She fades back a step, shaking her head. "You said that it's a show. I don't understand..."

"The fence Miss Zara, its all for show. The cameras and the locks are not." She blinks. She points at the tags that claim the fence is electric. "We do not have time to stand in once place. They do rounds of the fence line. We have ten minutes to move. At least from what I observed during the day."

(He flicks eyes between them, then down the street, keeping watch while the women natter)

Her head ducks low, shoulders curling inwards. No response besides a step up to squirm through the gold-painted bars of the fence.

She finishes her squirm quickly, and they step into grass and hedges, on just the other side is a sidewalk. Beyond that a small grouping of trees that the first house just peeks over.

(He waits until they are through to follow, his boots -- which should be stuck on the other side -- yanked through with effort)

(A scowl, following)

Zara naturally seeks out the shadows, finding cover more by instinct than conscious effort.

Shadows are easy enough to find. The tree's afford more than anything else. Thirteen eyes gleam in the night, perhaps looking for any uncharted cameras. Under the shadows of the trees the map is pulled back out. "House number 14 is his." A small dim flashlight. The map and it held low, close to the ground to not attract attention. "Like I said, he has cameras on his doors, his own security system." Her brow furrows. "Windows?"

"Could cut his power. Don't know if the security is tied to a hardline or cellular. Rich, probably wireless...."

(A flick of eyes to Zara. He's a n00b, so he waits)

She frowns slightly. "Things I did not think about." She frowns slightly.

"Possible to jam the cell signal?" she looks at Ice.

"Didn't bring anything that could do it, with me."

"Think I remember it being a landline, though."

(Squinting as he thinks)

She looks between the two of them, saying nothing for a moment. Then she nods. "I think so too."

"Landline is easier to block, nu?"

"When I got into his system. Yeah, just cables."

"Cut the lines, signal can't go out..."

Then they all hear it, Zara before the other two. The shuffling of foot steps. The low hum of voices. As two people start to come into view on the other side of the fence. Uniformed in a dark blue. White badges on their chest, that almost seem to reflect the light.

Zara shrinks, down, back, low - flattened behind a shrubbery for cover

Thirteen follows Zara's lead once she sees her go down. Only she chooses a tree to hide behind, thin as she is. (Dex+ Stealth for those hiding)

(He tries, but is likely the LEAST suited....)

The security guards do not seem to notice the three just beyond the fence within the hedges and trees. Zara, Thirteen and Ice, can hear fabric rustle as one scratches, at who knows where. The other is going on about what his 'little woman' made him for dinner. Within minutes the two men are gone. Along with the sweeping arches of their flashlights.

(He waits, muttering) "Are we sure the guy's even home?"

"No."

She nods. "I saw his car drive in. Earlier this evening. It did not leave. I have been here for a while. Not in here, out there."

Zara looks ahead, still crouched low. She plots a path forward before embarking on it.

She waits, not crowding Zara, but she follows her, almost step for step. She is still watchful. Still looking for any camera that might have been forgotten. Her hood now drawn up.

Hood up, gloves on. Winter makes these things seem run of the mill....

(And he takes up the rear position, eyes sharp)

And Zara seems to lead with little effort. Remembering the cameras from her short look at the map. House 14 is not to far, only a potentially barking dog to avoid. But even he seems sleepy. Ice notes nothing out of place. Its late and almost all the houses are dark. They draw near the house, avoiding the front and back doors. Coming up from the side.

Zara studies the house - counting the lines going in, looking at potential entry points. Sluagh can enter places mortals can't - so security systems are rarely applied there.

Thirteen stands back. It does seem as though it is a landline set up. And though its a gated community, and somewhat new, they still seem to be using power lines at this point. Not below ground cables. Perhaps for look? To give the neighbor hood a more 50's to 60's sort of feel?

Lines to the house - possibly a box?

There are several boxes on the outside, both locked with a simple pad lock. Cables to run to both. Breakers in one perhaps? Security in the other? One painted white like the house, the other painted a pale blue. Tisk, tisk! Someone likes to bend the rules!

A little smile. Padlocks.

(Ice continues to keep watch, craning head back to listen, part of his attention on the two women)

Thirteen is keeping watch too, allowing Zara to deal with the locks. She is sticking to grass when ever she can. When on cement or man made paths, she seems to wince ever so slightly. Ice being on high alert, might have noticed.