Shadows of Bankor

Seeing as the job had a very short time limit, there wasn't much time to waste thinking and sitting around. What she needed was more information, and when she came together with the others come morning at least she would be prepared. There was a hope, slim as it was, that they were even still accepting visitors at this hour, and for this possibility, she was sure to grab a cap and shove it over her head to keep her just a bit inconspicuously hidden from the camera's.

OOC: Skullduggery at hard and a Stealth check at Hard.

There were few thieves on Bankor as skilled, or as lucky, as Jax.

Day 5, EN| Skulduggery vs Hard: 2eP+1eA+3eD 1 success, 2 threat


Day 5, EN| Stealth vs Hard: 2eP+1eA+3eD 3 successes, 2 threat, 1 Triumph

She has a pretty solid understanding of the external security but something tipped of the Imperial security but thankfully if she wishes they won't find her due to the Triumph.

Moving up toward the door she found it was locked, seems they were closed and there wasn't going to be any checking it out as a patron. So she hopped down the stairs leading up to the place and began a walk around the perimeter, something nice and casual and not to bring up any attention to herself. Which, luckily, it didn't. At least for a time.

Getting an idea of the outside of the venue she slipped in through a back service entrance that was left open and found her way into the security room. From there she memorized as much of the security layout as she could but she noticed, just barely, someone asking about who unlocked the back door. With little fanfare she took that as her queue to get back outside. Slipping just behind some security as they bickered about who was responsible for unlocking the back door, unlocking it herself again, and then slipping off into the night.

From down the street, at a food vendor, she stopped to grab something to eat. Passing casual glances as they increased the frequency and method of their patrols, how they operated, and how they responded to a potential threat. With this all to mind she took up a slip of paper and copied down what was most important, pushed it into her pant pocket, and then bid the vendor a good night and a thanks for the meal before making her exit down the street.