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The four of you promptly begin heading their way over to the building. The Handler scribbled down its location on your brochure in between your other walks across the District so that saves you some time in trying to find it.
By the time any doubts on this being the right location could set in, you're standing right outside of the building.
It's hard to miss given the sheer height of the building. It's a tall, twisting white spiral tower that stretches far into the sky above. You can't even see the top from here and for a moment, you wonder if it goes up forever.
A massive crowd of people is swarming around the plaza where the spiral is planted at. This would be an obvious place for a bomb. A lot of collateral damage, hundreds if not more dead...
[ADVANCED INTUTION + ETF TRAINING] "This isn't-" "-The place." It doesn't make sense though. This place is where dozens on highly confidential patents and high profile inventions are handled. It's probably armed to the teeth with security and surveillance.
Even if they could sneak one in, their faces would've been spotted and they would've been killed long before they could get the patents to anyone. You imagine they would be high on a corpo's shitlist for bombing a corpo building like this.
You also quickly begin to notice that the reason there's a massive crowd outside is that there's almost a small army's worth of guards and other security members waiting outside, not letting a single person in until it's opening time. This place is locked up tighter than a virgin O-Corp girl's cooch.
"Got any other ideas?" You turn your attention back to your allies.
"Hm. Restaurant, maybe? If they knew about Katherine heading over there, eliminating her?" Adam offers his own proposal while the four of you stand here. "Kill her, get the briefcase, everyone's too busy figuring out what's going on to do anything?"
"ISSUE. THAT IMPLIES 1.) THEY KNOW THAT'S WHERE SHE'S EATING AT, 2.) WHEN EXACTLY SHE USUALLY EATS THERE AND 3.) THEY KNOW WHERE TO PUT THE BOMB SO THEY DON'T DESTROY THE BRIEFCASE. THAT IMPLIES THEY KNOW WHERE SHE'LL SIT. TOO MANY VARIABLES."
"...Wait, hold on, hand me that brochure." Frank holds his hand out. You do so, wondering why exactly he's interested in it. He skims through the various locations written on it and the small map of the subdistrict. He then smacks his finger onto one specific location: The Inventor's Conference.
"Look here."
Your group crowds around the map he's pointing at. Huh. The Conference's area is only a few hundred feet away from the spiral tower you're standing in front of. If you had a car or some other transport, you could probably drive over here in about 10 minutes tops.
"They want a distraction and they want to steal tech, no? Wouldn't they bomb something nearby to distract the people in here," He jabs his thumb towards the spiral behind you. "It's a distraction. This is their main target. It's also where we want to deposit our own briefcase, no?"
