Agent Locust sat on the platform of an unfinished construction work.
Building that was in development for an unknown Megacorp, but tension between them and Militech caused this place to be put on an indefinite hold.

Agent Locust continuously replayed the 3d blueprint of the Militech's Night City R&D department on the other side of the road. Any possible entrances and openings, breaches in their security was marked and trasnferred to the rest of the Baba Yagas.
Trucks were going in and out of that fortress-like building. Something Agent Killshot was spying on from the metal scaffolds using the point-isolated VISR focal software installed into the Dead Eye Variant Mjolnir helmet.
Militech Software was among the most advanced software Earth had, competing with Arasaka - who also developed military-grade ICE and security systems. Their security were bolstered on the fact that thanks to the Datakrash, the net had become broken into small little bubbles - under full control of either the corporations that created them, or netwatch.
Agent Ram was constructing an extra cyberdeck using parts he had taken from gangs that the Baba Yaga had eradicated over past two weeks for gigs. The experience of developing new military softwares for the UNSC, and creating Smart AIs made the net that Militech was using looked like a flimsy window to him. Crude imitations of dumb ais he had created from these customised cyberdecks and his own privatised net would have been sold at very high prices as 'newest Daemons' in Megacorp auctions. Anyone from Night City would have mistaken them as rogue AIs from the black wall.

Agent Locust took his eyes off the laptop screen to look at the building with Agent Killshot. They started when the sky was clouded and rain was hitting concrete and metal (Ram notified that the Rain had above-average levels of acidity and toxcity, heavy indication of water sources being polluted). The rain persisted even when the night sky made everything pitch black.

Fire Team Baba Yaga started out as an ONI black ops group, then later tasked with intruding into Created-dominated locations for data sanitation and recovery.
They had literally fought advanced AIs over data, what amounted to their home territory. Baba Yaga's terms of victory in such a fight was that they managed to eradicate such data from Created-controlled terminals without being noticed. The fact that they survived meant they were very successful at such tasks.

And they also had Noble 6.

Agent Locust snorted a little as he stood up, closing the laptop and putting it back into Ram's back plating.
They should be able to make that little 'product' of theirs disappear without them none the wiser.

Agent Locust snapped his finger, the other 5 Spartans returning from their post to gather around the Fire Team Leader.
Locust had seen enough of the blueprint, got enough intel from Ram and Killshot.
It was time.

The mission was simple. Find the project, get it out and go to the designated location.
But this was Militech's R&D department for Night City. What that meant for Baba Yaga was that precious intel from one of their newest rival Corporation was stacked inside like a gold mine.

"…?" A militech soldier briefly looked at the ceiling.

"You see something?" Her partner soldier, going with her to patrol the building, looked back at her with a bored tone.

"No, it's just… the lights are flickering."

"Guess we'll tell that to the techies."

5 of the Spartans had emissions cloaking system integrated into their mjolnir armor. The only one that didn't was Jim - Mirage IIC only fulfilled the bare minimum performance requirements for a Mjolnir suit, which meant internal emissions cloaking system was non-existent.
That didn't matter. Spartan Jim always carried an active camouflage module he had ripped out of a Stealth Sangheili during the Covenant war.
That elite bastard had nearly stabbed him in the back while hiding in abandoned covenant hydrogen extraction plant, Jim made sure to lodge his knife deep into the underside of its mouth, puncturing the skull.

Noble 6 and Ram waited silently as the two Militech Guards went past them through the corridor. Once they disappeared out of sight, Ram went to work.
They didn't really need to tamper with the security cameras - the upgraded active camouflage could seemlessly bend light around the mjolnir armour. You'd have to pratically plant your face on the armour to spot the shimmering in the space around the armour.
Physical proximity to the eye was necessary to even see something out of the ordinary. The cameras couldnt pick up on that.

Spartan Killshot was on top of the Militech building, using a scope detached from a rifle to scan the surroundings in case there was a sudden change in the situation. Jim was on standby with Killshot incase the situation went out of control.

That left Spartan Locust and Leon to be on the other side of the building, creating a safe route for Noble 6 and Ram to travel, and themselves ready to act once the duo in the terminal room found the location of the Project (and extracted whatever data they could from the main terminal).

Killing wasn't part of the plan, knocking them out wasn't either. Any harm done could potentially leave traces that they were here.
Violence, in this case, was a contingency plan.

Noble 6 and Ram opened the door when the Camera was looking in another direction, closing before it rotated back.
No one else was inside the main terminal. Camera in the corner couldn't look behind the giant computers.
Ram quickly plugged his laptop into one of the computers - they were all interconnected, breaching one lead to all of them being compromised.

Ram's acted quickly, anyone in cyberspace would've seen what amounted to eldritch abominations being created from thin cyberspace-air. Formless blobs of codes that instantly conformed and evaded to every possible firewalls. Noble 6 watched as Ram was busy typing on the keyboard, the noise was covered by the soft rumbling by the terminals.
Like water going through paper, the code would stick to the ICE and walls, showing Ram what sort of codes formed commands, which interlinked with eachother to create the military-grade ICE. Ram skimmed over it, and then feed them new codes that made them identify the program as ally, another data needed to be stored in the databank, and willing invited in.
Once they left, all records of them entering would be deleted.
This entire process would've taken even the best Netrunners almost a couple of years to manage, they would have needed to develop the Daemons from scratch.
Ram and Cell dealt with Forerunner softwares, their biggest breakthrough was creating a replica of the Warden Smart AI. Smart AIs, which UNSC engineers would remind you, would've required scanning a biological brain to get the matrix needed for their cores.
Making Daemons like this was just a weekend homework the twins would do while trying to recover from a hangover.
Ram looked at his laptop monitor, looking at the amount of data going past his command screen. Information was extracted and sent through, security programmed made by the best of the best in Militech would just helplessly witness this progress.
If they were aware, then they would have no mouth and must scream.
Future development projects, including the one Baba Yaga was tasked to 'retrieve', was but few of many that Ram collected. Soon, details regarding who was in charge of what project, all of the details from the lowest ranking engineers to the executive members were being sucked out and placed into Ram's palm.

Agent Washington will love this.

"… Oh, this is going to be difficult." Noble 6 heard Ram mutter as the team's technological expert chuckled. Noble 6 quitely turned around to look at Ram.

"Were we found out?"

"No. But we might be compromised if we decide to steal our client's interest."

"… I'd like some clarifications."

"I'll tell this to our leader as well, but what we need to steal is-"

"-A truck. We need to steal, a truck."

Agent Locust double checked with Ram over the comm link, Spartan Leon was shaking his head and laughing a little in frustration.

[More like the Project is so big it needs to stay in the truck. No other way to carry it out.]

Spartan Leon opened the back of the truck again, letting out a small chuckle as he and Locust had to confirm that it was that goddamn big.

[It was orignally to be transfered to an underground facility in NUSA territory - it only made a pitstop here because the road they were going to take was getting populated with Nomads. They needed to regroup and restock their defenses.]

"… Well, shit. That changes things." Agent Locust sighed as he looked around the storage room.
There were several other trucks lined up, recently arrived. Agent Locust and Leon had created a temporary blindspot on the camera to safely open the cargos.
Among them were new artillery projects, and experimental drones.

"What do we do now, sir? We going gung ho?" Agent Leon asked as he readied his weapon. The storage had a total 6 security guards, 2 had breifly left to check on another room and would be returning soon.

[Sir, if I may.] Just as Agent Locust was mulling over the possibility Leon had suggested, Noble 6's voice came to life on the comm.

"Noble 6, you have a suggestion?"

[I do, sir. Ram managed to find the digital route to the generators of this building. He's also manageed to get the full list of employees within this building, among other things.]

"… I think I'm seeing your angle. But please continue."

[I've read Spartan Leon's files. His specialty was voice imitation and languages?]

Agent Locust turned to Agent Leon, who was already nodding his head to Noble 6's offer. Gears were turning in everyone's head, which ended with Leon chuckling.

"Give me a secure line and the details of who I need to impersonate. And a security footage of him talking."

[The back-up generators will be online 3 minutes after I cut the power, in the meantime Noble 6 will regroup with an improvised burner phone for Leon to use. I'll delete any records of the truck from this facilitie's terminal, and then cut the contact of the truck.] Spartan Ram injected himself into the conversation, who was already at work tampering with the records.

"Send over what I have to say."

[Noble 6 is already on his way with the necessary devices. By the time Noble 6 arrives at your location, all comm links will be rerouted to our liking. Baba Yaga Leader, I need alternate routes for Me, Jim and Killshot to use before randevousing with you three.]

"I'm already on it. Sending it your way. It should be away from the generators too, but watch out for patrols just in case. Make sure you don't leave any traces."

Agent Leon looked at his leader while the two huddled behind the truck.

"Oh, this is going to be fun." Leon's remark only made Locust shake his head.

Kowalski Speckleman was a recent addition to the security team. He couldn't believe that he managed to get through the internship, but… well, here he was. Wearing Militech helmet and vest with a newly manufactured M251s Ajax.

Like majority of his colleagues, the only thing of note that he had to keep in mind during his patrol was that there were trucks that came from NUSA inside the storage for the following 2 days. Though according to the head of security, this place was an underground facility unknown to majority of people. They should be fine.

His partner-in-crime had continuously looked at the flickering lights on the ceiling. The lack of proper maintenance of the inner circuitry was probabliy the problem.

"God, it just feels like the lights are gonna blow, soon." She muttered under her breath as they continued their designated patrol route.

They were starting to return to the storage when her words became reality.
All of a sudden, the lights suddenly went out, the door in front of them refusing to open even if Kowalski put his ID card into the lock.

Him and his partner's communication flared to life.

[This is Albert Rondale, head of security of the Night City's R&D underground facility.]

Oh shit, it was their boss.

[Unfortunately the worse has come to our attention. Our generator has briefly gone haywire, and while our engineers have a look at it, we'll have to rely on the backup generator for lights and doors. Because that also means our security cameras will not be working thanks to power constraints, I'd like all security to undergo protocol night defence. Patrol group 1, 2, and 3. I'd like you guys to change your patrol route to sector A. 4 and 5. You guys will be guarding our engineers in case they find evidence that the generators were sabotaged. 6, 7, 8. I'd like you guys to start from the storage, and then spread into Wings alpha and beta in Sector B.]

Kowalski looked to his partner, the lower part of her face exposed thanks to the design of the Militech helmet showed a little skeptical expression.

"What's the matter? It's standard protocol." Kowalski asked.

"Well, it is. I guess…" That's all she had said as they started to follow their superior's orders. Then she looked back at Kowalski "It's just… won't that leave the storage a little… empty?"

Kowalski shrugged his shoulders. "Hey, you heard the guy. I'd say with the location the generators are at, we should be more focused on guarding routes that could lead to the terminals."

While his partner still showed suspicion, she nevertheless nodded her head, agreeing to Kowalski's reasoning.

"Yeah, I guess."

Nothing else was out of the ordinary for the guards. After 2 hours suffering under the subpar performance of the back up generators (They didn't expect much out of it anyway. Back up generators were designed to provide the bare minimum for the facility to function at some sort of level), the main generator was restored and every other function returned with it.

One of the fuse had overloaded, the militech techies said. Most likely from the rust buildup no one had the time to clean.

"Emmeric? Pines?" But minor confusion was brought to surface, when Albert Rondale looked surpised to see guards in some of the sector. "Why the hell are you guys here?"

"You… ordered us to patrol this sector, sir."

"… What?"

"We heard from your call, that we needed to Wings Alpha and Beta in Sector B." One of the guards piped up.

"I said patrol Sector C and the entrance to the Storage! We don't need to patrol Sector B! Let alone have you 3 groups squashed into it!" Frustration was evident in Albert's voice, to which one of the guards stammered out in confusion.

"But sir, you clearly told us to-"

"Well you heard it wrong, you shit-for-ears! Stop arguing with me and go back to the storage!"

The guards didn't bother arguing. But they did talk amongst themselves whether their head of security had said Sector B or Sector C. Majority of them had indeed confirmed they had heard Sector B, with a few saying that they had heard Sector C instead.
Their conversation went nowhere, which only added to their beffudlement.

"Ummm… hey, how many trucks were supposed to be here again?" One of the guards asked the other as they went back to patrol.
Something felt off, but the guard couldn't put a finger on it. It was like those 'spot the difference' puzzle game, except the only two comparisons were what he was seeing with what he vaguely remembered.
It was pretty much a losing game, especially since they were breifly panicking on the black out and the discrepancy of their bosses order.

"Let me check." Said his partner, who looked through the dataterm nearby. He came back soon after. "It says we had five trucks coming in here. Why?"

The guard started to count the trucks.
One… two… three… four… five.
Yeah, ok. He thought. There's all five of them.

"What, you feeling something like Deja Vu?"

"… Naah. I think I'm just remebering something different." The guard brushed it off and went back to patrol.
Still, he would look over his shoulders at the truck.

It felt like he was missing something important…
Something that made his hair stand a little. He didn't know why though.

[The package is in a militech truck parked at the designated. Don't worry, they cut any possible trackers on the payload. Destroyed records of it too. The mercs I hired are watching out for it until you guys arrive.]

Kate, the Arasaka Counter intelligence stepped out of the car as they arrived at the designated location they had provided to the fixer for the gig. Douglas was already waiting outside the car for her, extending her an umbrella as the rain continued to pour down.
Puddles formed on the asphalt pavement bounced lights from streelamps, yet there wasn't enough lumination to properly brighten the way.

There wasn't anyone else waiting for them, and that made Kate doubt the integrity of the Queen of Fixers.
There wasn't any mercs, there wasn't even the fixer's little handymen waiting for her.
Just a militech truck, slowly gathering rust and water stain thanks to the rain.

No matter, if the cargo was there, then she guessed it was a job done.
Kate opened the back of the truck, the newest model they had managed to receive intel out of from interrogating a miltech executive (any claims to Arasaka torturing the man would be denied. As far as the public knows, the man had committed suicide in his own car) was safely inside.
Well, job well done. Kate sighed a little as she anticipated the amount of work she and Douglas would have to do in order to completely eradicate the traces of the Militech product going into Arasakas hand.
But then again, she didn't realise that Baba Yaga had done that job for her. Like a present from Santa, like a Turkey served on silver platter during thanksgiving- this was a gift with no strings attached.
Kate and Douglas would soon realise that until a week later, this product simply disappeared from reality, any records and evidence of cargo was no longer existent within that time period.
For a good long while, Militech wouldn't even realise it had existed - then it'll take a week to know that it had disappeared, then two more weeks to find out it was stolen.

"Douglas, get the Arasaka Agents to retrieve this, and confirm to the other executives that we have the product."

Douglas didn't answer.

"Douglas?" Kate turned to see why Douglas was so silent.
Douglas stayed frozen on the spot, looking to the top of some abandonned building behind them.
His hands were shivering but not because of the cold air.

"… Miss…" Was all Douglas eeked out from his voice.
Kate followed Douglas's gaze, and realised why he was so spooked.

There was nothing among the abandonned buildings. At least, there shouldn't have been.
But she could see how the rain was hitting something that didn't exist there. The impacts of the droplets were drawing outlines of sillhouttes: 2 on the top of the left building, and 2 on the top of the right.
Then there were 2 standing in the narrow road that entered into this space. Sillhouettes Kate and Douglas could barely see.
What was even scarier was that no matter how many times they tried to scan the outline, results came back with absolutely nothing.

Nothing existed there, yet the rain told them something WAS there.

Then they slowly started to see the 6 sillhouttes walking away, out of sight.
And with that, they were gone. Disappearing into the shadows casted by the buildings, molding in with the darkness casted by the night.

Kate and Douglas never saw a good look at the 6. But they heard enough from the streets to get a good gist of who… of what they were.

"Baba Yaga…" Kate whispered out with an exhale. She hadn't realised that she was subconciously holding in her breath, until the silent terrors had left.

Fuck me, they thought. Rogue hadn't just hired top tier mercs for the gig - she had hired the fucking Boogeymen.