Guns for Hire - Script Sixty Five
Rented Office, Zorrilla de San Martin, San José de Mayo 2.21pm 24/11/17
With Skinpin still inside the hospital Vrasten went on line & hooked up a cloud link from the digicam they'd purchased & set up in the rented office space overlooking the hospital main entrance to allow remote viewing access of the recorded images.
It wouldn't compare to the face recognition system the Forlorn Hope's netrunner was hopefully hacking onto the city's CCTV systems but it was good start.
Rented Office, Zorrilla de San Martin, San José de Mayo 3.27pm 24/11/17
Just before half past three in the afternoon T-Bird, watching from the second floor window, spotted Skinpin coming out of the hospital main entrance, before he could say anything Vrasten tapped the screen of his palm top showing an image of Skinpin with his phone to his ear. Vrasten was chuffed to bits to that the cloud link from the digicam was operating as he'd predicted, well as long as they stopped by a couple of times a day to change the batteries not having arranged for the units power to be sparked up, moments later T-Bird's phone rang,
"T-Bird, yeah, all done, where you dudes at ?"
T-Bird leant forward & waved out of the window, Skinpin glanced up & nodded back at him before asking where the door was having not been in the building previously.
Rented Office, Zorrilla de San Martin, San José de Mayo 3.29pm 24/11/17
A few minutes later Skinpin pushed the office door ajar & stuck his head in the gap.
Inside Skinpin told them what he'd discovered, it wasn't a lot but it did confirm that whatever Dr Gopala Satish was up to he wasn't moonlighting as a doctor at the Asociación Médica San José hospital under his own name or a pseudonym. Skinpin confirmed he'd met with the hospital administrator & been introduced to a number of the duty staff in the staff lounge, he'd had a good look over the staff listings on the notice board plus there were photo's of the medical staff, nothing matched Satish even remotely. He also said that he'd made conversation with a number of the staff suggesting he'd been in touch with a former colleague who he thought was putting in some shifts at the AMSJ, when he'd described Satish all he got was blank faces.
Skinpin added that he'd agreed to forward confirmation of his professional history to the hospitals HR department & providing they checked the administrator was happy to take Dr Elwood J. Thoragood up on his offer, Skinpin had promised to e-mail copies of his credentials the following morning.
Rented Office, Zorrilla de San Martin, San José de Mayo 4.17pm 24/11/17
Killing time Alex & the others sprawled uncomfortably in the empty office, other than a few bits of broken furniture & discarded files etc there wasn't anything to sit on.
Considering heading back to the hotel Vrasten announced he'd got an e-mail from the Forlorn Hope's geek. In brief it contained an app that would allow Vrasten to view a list of CCTV units around the city's streets, clicking on any selected listing instantly displayed the view from the selected camera, currently there were one hundred twenty seven cameras listed. The e-mail suggested more would probably be added, it also confirmed that if the KDE face recognition program picked up a significant match it would auto record until it lost contact with the target as well as trigger a priority alert to Vrasten's laptop, Vrasten was impressed.
With nothing more to do they all headed back to the hotel.
Estancia Don Joaquin, San José de Mayo 5.29pm 24/11/17
Back at the hotel all four headed for their respective rooms to freshen up before eating & maybe a beer or three however T-Bird suddenly announced he needed some space so was going to wander around San José de Mayo solo, sniggering, Alex surmised he was playing true to form & was on the prowl for cheap flesh.
Estancia Don Joaquin, San José de Mayo 6.03pm 24/11/17
Showered & shaved T-Bird left his room & headed down to the bar hoping not to bump into the others on his way out.
In the hotel's lounge bar he ordered a drink & struck up a conversation with one of the bar tender's in an attempt to sus out which bars were likely to offer what he was after, despite the Spanish language chip in his cerebral port it wasn't a straight forward conversation, it was one thing having a dictionary translating perfectly pronounced spoken Spanish in real time to you but trying to understand vomited local colloquialisms was another, armed with a promisingly named bar T-Bird handed over a very generous tip & slunk out.
Estancia Don Joaquin, San José de Mayo 6.16pm 24/11/17
Sat in his hotel room Vrasten continued to familiarise himself with the software giving him access to the cities public watching security network whilst idly listening to Skinpin & Alex talking bollocks.
At random he'd select a pedestrian or vehicle & attempt to follow them via the camera links, occasionally there were gaps in the cameras field of view or coverage or as the cameras were not actually under his control they'd suddenly swing towards some other incident etc that the camera controller wanted a better view of causing Vrasten to loose sight of his own target, as promised by the Hope's pet netrunner more were coming available by the hour.
In a moment of inspiration Vrasten suddenly flicked through the cameras looking for those leading away from the Estancia Don Joaquin, grinning when he found what he was looking for,
"I think there might be something here you fella's might be interested in"
On the screen Alex & Skinpin could see T-Bird sauntering along the Calle Duranzo.
Carefully Vrasten followed T-Bird's progress across the streets of San José de Mayo watching as he frequently backtracked having gone the wrong way.
Some fifteen minutes or so after leaving the hotel they watched as T-Bird stopped outside of a rather decorative bar before entering, moments later a group of provocatively dressed girls likewise headed into the bar however Alex, with the practiced eye of a woman could help thinking that the girls were awfully big boned for females. Realising T-Bird had possibly made an error in his choice of pick up joint Alex, giggling to herself, headed back to her own room to quickly change in to something more revealing before heading out in pursuit of T-Bird leaving Vrasten & Skinpin to watch for developments.
La Lupa Libros, San José de Mayo 6.48pm 24/11/17
Inside the " La Lupa Libros" T-Bird blinked as his eyes searched the darkened recesses of the bar, it didn't look particularly busy but then it was still pretty early evening.
Moseying over to the bar T-Bird slid onto a bar stool & ordered up a bourbon, drink in hand he began to scout out the local talent wondering how much to offer for a night of lust.
La Lupa Libros, San José de Mayo 7.21pm 24/11/17
T-Bird hadn't been in the bar that long when what he thought he was looking for offered itself on a plate, the girl was certainly striking thought T-Bird, as she started to speak however T-Bird had an epiphany, the tart was no tart, in fact, fucking hell, thought T-Bird, it's a fucking faggot in a fucking dress. Staring around the bar it was if somebody had switched all the lights on inside T-Bird's head, what he'd taken to be a dozen or so early evening female patrons were in fact all chicks with dicks.
T-Bird, as red necked homophobic as they come, slowly put down his glass & stood up, the dude behind the bar went to poor him another bourbon but T-Bird simply put his hand over the top of his glass & shook his head before pushing a one hundred peso note across the bar, not waiting for his change he simply walked away desperate to vacate the bar before one of these cross dressing faggots could speak to him.
Outside he stood for a second or two suppressing the urge to hit some one, with a glance over his shoulder he headed back towards the hotel determined to have a quiet word with the cunt behind the bar who'd thought he liked dick.
Estancia Don Joaquin, San José de Mayo 7.23pm 24/11/17
Vrasten & Skinpin watched on the screen as T-Bird emerged onto the street, clearly he hadn't been impressed with what the La Lupa Libros had to offer.
Flicking to the second screen Vrasten continued to track Alex as she too headed towards the La Lupa Libros in pursuit of T-Bird, disappointedly she wouldn't in time to see T-Bird's disgust.
Horacio Santos, San José de Mayo 7.31pm 24/11/17
Half way along the Horacio Santos Alex spotted T-Bird on the opposite side of the road heading her way, having missed the fun she decided to leave him to it & stepped off the main street allowing T-Bird to pass her by unnoticed, once he was out of the way she checkered her reflection in a shop window & happy with what she saw continued onwards looking for her own entertainment.
Estancia Don Joaquin, San José de Mayo 7.47pm 24/11/17
Arriving back at the hotel T-Bird's first instinct was to beat the crap out of the bartender however given that this was meant to be a low profile softly softly gig he didn't think it would go down to well with the others if he kicked the shit out of one of the hotels staff.
Inside T-Bird couldn't at first see his new best friend's face however ten minutes or so later he reappeared from a side door.
Biting his tongue T-Bird motioned the bartender across,
"Is there any good reason why despite paying you a handsome tip you'd send me in the direction of a nest of fucking faggots ?"
Immediately the bartender recognized the quiet threat of sudden violence & realised he'd made a big mistake, apologising prophetically for his error he explained that was what he thought the Seńor was looking for, a place where "peseta rosa" could be bought.
Listening to the apology T-Bird figured the dude was being sincere & had genuinely misunderstood what T-Bird was looking for, apology accepted T-Bird put his arm around the bartenders shoulder & suggested maybe he could tell him this time where the best whores hung out.
Estancia Don Joaquin, San José de Mayo 10.16pm 24/11/17
Whilst Skinpin ordered up food & drinks via room service Vrasten continued to play with the cameras practicing frame capture & multiple target tracking, he'd found that he could call up may a dozen cameras at any one time but realistically if he had more than four on the screen it was almost impossible to keep a track on the them.
He continued to keep tabs on both T-Bird & Alex over the evening, T-Bird had eventually succeeding in acquiring his entertainment for the night & had returned to the hotel early doors with a couple of local chica whilst Alex had meandered through several clubs eventually ending up in Subterraneo Magallanes, a lap dancing & strip club before returning to the hotel shortly after midnight.
Estancia Don Joaquin, San José de Mayo 4.32am 25/11/17
Shortly before dawn T-Bird awoke in a tangle of sheets & legs, sleepily he wondered if he could slip out of the bed without waking the girls, after all they'd certainly earned their moneys worth last night, it was at that point he realised there was somebody missing from the bed. Moving as little as he could he scanned the room to reveal one of the hookers stood with her back to him going through his jacket pockets. Silently he slipped from the bed & almost casually removed his wallet from her hand & swiftly ejected her from the room at the last minute listening to her pleas & throwing her clothes after her.
Happy she'd not taken anything of consequence he locked the door & joined the second hooker still asleep.
When he did eventually send the second hooker on her way he paid her double, well he'd enjoyed himself & realised he'd not paid the would be pick pocket, plus it guaranteed she'd come back in the evening as promised.
Estancia Don Joaquin, San José de Mayo 8.49am 25/11/17
Over breakfast it was agreed that in the absence of anything more definite Alex & T-Bird would continue to comb the city as well as keeping an eye on the hospital, Alex suggested she'd also check out the city's singular mosque just in case Satish needed to find god.
Skinpin said he was going back to the hospital to drop of copies of his résumé which would give him chance to have another poke around. Vrasten said he'd continue to monitor the cameras in case the face recognition software threw anything up plus drop into the office to change the batteries on the camera overlooking the main hospital public entrance.
Before heading out Alex couldn't resist asking T-Bird where he'd hung out the previous evening, T-Bird didn't bite.
Estancia Don Joaquin, San José de Mayo 11.38am 25/11/17
Slightly bored Vrasten almost didn't see the alert flash up announcing that the face recognition software had made a positive hit, immediately he called the others with a location & relayed details of the clip that the software had recorded, it showed a male walk into view & stand at the side of the road where he waited for a minute or so before a small runabout pulled along side the curb into which he climbed. The figure had grown a beard but according to the KDE software there was a 98% probability it was a match.
Unfortunately by the time Alex got to the street Vrasten had directed her to, the Candido Marin, the car had long gone but at least it was confirmation that Gopala Satish was at liberty in San José de Mayo.
T-Bird, always on the look out for a bargain shopped for presents for the Ortega girls.
Estancia Don Joaquin, San José de Mayo 7.21pm 25/11/17
Again T-Bird & Alex had headed out on their own leaving Vrasten & Skinpin to man the fort, Vrasten with by now practiced ease followed them both as they made their respective ways through the city, Alex taking a seat at a pavement table outside of the Bar Tabare on the Veinticinco de Agosto whilst T-Bird hooked up with his favourite chica.
As per the previous evening Skinpin called room service & ordered up a selection of Tapas & a bottle of Grappamiel, as they waited he confirmed to Vrasten that he was positive that if Gopala Satish was working at the San José Department it definitely wasn't in a professional capacity.
Vrasten in turn confirmed he'd dropped the Hope's netrunner a line with an updated image of Satish as well as the vehicle's plate details into which he been driven away that afternoon, hopefully the geek could run a trace on it or at the very least run a ID recognition much like the KDE software, he added that he'd already had a reply back confirming the KDE system had been updated plus confirmation that if the software picked up the vehicles registration plate it would would trigger a similar alert.
Estancia Don Joaquin, San José de Mayo 11.18pm 25/11/17
Vrasten was taking a piss when Skinpin hollered from the bedroom, muttering Vrasten finished up & headed back through, Skinpin gestured to the laptops screen where a KDE logo announced a positive match.
Hurriedly Vrasten accessed the system & found confirmation that the car that earlier picked Satish had been recognised, scanning the recorded clip Vrasten realised that it was from one of the street cameras to the rear of the hospital. As previous he phoned Alex then T-Bird.
As he continued to watch the cameras he received a further alert, this time for Satish himself again getting into the vehicle. Vrasten did his best to find the current whereabouts of the car however it was to quick for him plus the cameras didn't give the coverage he needed however it did seem the car was headed back roughly in the direction of where they'd picked Satish up earlier.
Whilst T-Bird simply acknowledged the information Alex suggested she'd go have a look around the streets at back of the hospital as you never know what may crop up.
San José de Mayo, San José Department, Uruguay 11.41pm 25/11/17
Mooching along apparently minding her own business Alex noted the CCTV high on the street corner overlooking the street running along the rear of the hospital service entrance. The wall to rear service yard area had good old fashioned security, a eight, maybe nine foot high concrete wall nicely topped off with razor wire & embedded broken glass with cameras, presumably on the hospitals own internal security system, looking as if they gave good coverage of the street & the security gate.
Taking a deep breath Alex crossed the street & eyed up the two bored looking but armed uniforms on the security checkpoint, dropping into character she again played out the scene of being the dumb blonde who'd lost her way & would the kind man with the shiny badge please help her get back to her, hotel etc. Unsurprisingly they took the bait allowing Alex to have a shufty through the gate into the yard beyond, there wasn't much to see, loading bay, staff entrance, waste skips etc but at least if they had to use any force she'd have an idea of what was where.
Satisfied Alex thanked the security goons for their assistance & walked off in the direction of the bogus hotel address she'd given them.
Estancia Don Joaquin, San José de Mayo 4.49am 26/11/17
T-Bird, already dressed, woke the sleeping hooker, smiled & paid her off before ushering her out of the door, as arranged the previous evening he was going to head off to watch the spot where Satish had been collected the following morning on the assumption that he was probably being picked up by a work colleague.
Vrasten had also told him when he'd got back to the hotel that their contact at the Forlorn Hope had confirmed that the vehicle Satish was seen getting into was carrying bogus plates, this meant they couldn't trace it to an address but with the search narrowing in it would surely only be a matter of time before they picked their quarry up.
Candido Marin, San José de Mayo 9.32am 26/11/17
With a Needle gun concealed under his jacket T-Bird casually sat drinking a coffee flicking through a paper at a bus stop opposite the point where Vrasten had assured Alex & himself Satish had been picked up from, occasionally Alex, behind the wheel of the AVIS hire car, passed his position as she both kept watch & familiarised herself with driving the cities streets.
Based on the time Vrasten had picked up Satish the previous day they'd figured that if they were here earlier enough they might get lucky & locate where he was coming from before getting picked up, after all he must be lodging somewhere pretty close.
Candido Marin, San José de Mayo 10.52am 26/11/17
Relocating so as not to draw attention to himself T-Bird nearly missed the appearance of Gopala Satish however as Vrasten pinged him a text he spotted the good doctor stood chatting with a street vendor selling hot choripán from his tricycle kitchen.
T-Bird put a quick call through to Alex to confirm Satish was in view although he couldn't confirm where he'd appeared from.
The previous evening there had been a somewhat heated argument as to how they were going to deal with making Satish "disappear" bearing in mind that Teodozji Bembeneck, the RC-130S's flights navigator, had reiterated the need to give them a minimum twelve hour warning so as they could file a standard request flight plan. Eventually the argument had been settled, caution would prevail, the take down when it happened would be nice & quiet with nobody getting hurt although all four were clear in their mind that Agent Lynch had made them patently aware that it would be preferred if they couldn't bring Dr Satish home nobody else should have the opportunity to do so either.
Pleasingly T-Bird reported that after eating his breakfast Satish simply sat reading a newspaper on a nearby bench until his lift turned up whereupon Alex confirmed she was in the vicinity of the hospital awaiting his anticipated arrival. Shortly thereafter Alex confirm that Satish had arrived & had entered the hospital via the rear entry, she added that he was clearly known to security & he'd exchanged pleasantries before passing through the checkpoint.
With Satish's movement pattern seemingly established T-Bird & Alex returned to the hotel.
Candido Marin, San José de Mayo 11.06pm 26/11/17
Having spent the day doing not a lot T-Bird again took up station to await Satish's return to wherever he was living, in reverse of the mornings activities Alex had given him a shout when Satish departed the hospital as well as confirming that he was clearly heading back towards T-Bird's location, Vrasten meantime kept a watch via the cameras plotting the cars route on a map with Alex filling in the gaps where the netrunner hadn't been able to piggyback ant CCTV systems.
Estancia Don Joaquin, San José de Mayo 1.21pm 27/11/17
Just after lunch Skinpin got a call from the hospital confirming all was in order & they'd be delighted if he could spare them some time to help out in one of the free clinics the hospital ran, more than happy to oblige Skinpin arranged to drop in later that afternoon.
Candido Marin, San José de Mayo 11.17pm 27/11/17
The following evening when Satish eventually arrive back at the Candido Marin T-Bird kept a close eye on where he was disappearing to having lost him the previous eveneing.
This time T-Bird kept his eyes wide open. Satish had barely gone 100 yards when he entered a 24/7 laundry come dry cleaners come shoe repair shop, when he hadn't emerged after nearly fifteen minutes T-Bird chanced sticking his head through the door.
Inside a bored looking Latino kid leaned on the counter reading a comic, nobody else was in sight however the was an open door to the side with stairs leading up, smiling at the kid T-Bird walked away & tried to flag Alex down for a lift back to the hotel, Alex simply ignored him.
Vrasten too had been busy, once Satish was out of the car he'd continued to try & track the vehicle, he'd eventually lost it however he had recorded several images confirming there was only a single occupant, the driver obviously, but that it was a her, Latino extraction, maybe late thirties/early forties.
Estancia Don Joaquin, San José de Mayo 11.54pm 27/11/17
Gathered back at the hotel it was time to make a decision.