It was a quiet night at the small Directory supply base, to the north of Lisburn. Humid, storming, it was a hell of night to be stationed outside, those poor chaps. Checking every car that entered or left, they left most of the work up to the scanners, each badge getting a pleasant beep to allow the visitors and staff through. It was an easy station, occasionally getting a shipment in to check before sending it on through to the ships hovering in the distance, or storing it away for further use. Magda was fairly unimpressed as she limped towards the main building, leaning on her cane as she mused over how simple it was to get in here. She was adorned in a standard uniform, hair tied back and a pair of horn rimmed glasses completing the disguise, frowning and grumpy, complaining to the guards about the weather as she walked in. "Just another beautiful day in the Emerald Isles, ja?" They chuckled together and waved her in, morons.
She heard about the stolen EOT in passing from an old Black Market contact, mentioning how the tech was "acquired" by some Directory goons and shuffled off to the Earth, immediately catching their attention. Rumor was that the tech was some kind of power source, incredible in it's output, and small enough to fit in a Mobile Weapon? Well she just had to get it back.
She heard about the stolen EOT in passing from an old Black Market contact, mentioning how the tech was "acquired" by some Directory goons and shuffled off to the Earth, immediately catching their attention. Rumor was that the tech was some kind of power source, incredible in it's output, and small enough to fit in a Mobile Weapon? Well she just had to get it back.