UnCoporate Espionage...

Sasha stands a good distance away as Christy and her bandmates step out of the dressing room in what could only be described as bikinis. While they were very stylised and obviously designed for the respective stars, it was obvious the director cared less about the advert and more about getting a better look at them.

As the guy directs them in the specific dances, poses, and other movements he wishes them to make, Sasha contacts Ori and Rebecca through the group chat.

[Problem, I don't think I'll be able to slip anything on them.] she'd tried to gain access to their clothes in the dressing room but it would be far too noticeable with how many people were around.

[I think having Christy plant the tracker would be the easier way.] - Sasha

[Don't they have handbags or something you can just drop it into?] - Rebecca

[No, anything like that they must have left in their cars. You able to do anything from your end?] - Sasha

[Not with how many cams they got set up, plus the guards watching the cars. No chance.] - Ori

[Think we could tail the cars themselves?] - Sasha

[Maybe, but she wants both gone at once. We need better intel than just their address for that.] - Ori

[I'll try work it out on my end then. Let me know if anything comes up.] - Sasha.

Sasha pushes off of the wall and walks over to the breakroom as Christy and her bandmates take a break from dancing. She grabs a drink and offers it to her while opening a private comm with her.

[Plans have changed. We need you to plant the tracker on them.]

Christy blinks erratically and almost chokes on her drink, [How am I supposed to do that!?]

[Once you have finished with the ad and gotten dressed again I'll have you to trackers. Just hug your 'friends' again and drop it into a pocket or something.] - Sasha

[What if I get caught!?] - Christy

[Then we'll need to run. Are you going to do it or no?] - Sasha

...

[Fine, but be ready if I screw up.] - Christy

"Hey, break's almost over, you ready to go again?" Sheila questions as she walks over, chewing on some sort of low-fat protein bar.

Christy nods and stands, handing the bottle of water back to Sasha, "Get me something sweet next time, got it?" she bossily states before walking away.

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"And who might you be?" a dull voice asks, almost Scaring Sasha enough to let out a yelp.

She turns and finds herself face to face with the NiCola representative, the consultant in charge of observing the development of the advert. "Excuse me?" she responds, attempting to buy more time with which to compose herself.

"I asked who you are, I don't recall seeing any security company on the non-disclosure list?" the man's eyes flash with data, signifying that he was attempting to verify things.

Sasha mentally curses, "I am Miss Christy D'Clert's bodyguard for today. I haven't signed any agreements with anyone else but her. Rest assured, my contract restricts the dissemination of anything I see or hear today, not that I have an interest in such things... I am well aware of how dangerous committing corporate espionage would be on my person."

"Would it be possible to view your contract with Miss D'Clert?"

Sasha shakes her head, "I'm sure you'd understand that agreement with my clients is strictly confidential."

"Hm? Good. It seems my fears were unfounded, Miss D'Clert does have something resembling a brain." the man sniffs and turns, not probing any longer.

Sasha lets out a breath of relief that her precautions had been enough to fool him. To be honest, she hadn't considered anything concerning the venue, so she'd been lucky to get off like this.

An hour or two passes when the director claps his hands, signalling the end of the session, "That's great girls! I think we got what we needed!" he twirls a hand in the air, "Alright, time to clean up, we need to be outta here before that drama show arrives!"

The girls step off of the stage and head to the dressing room, and Sasha hands Christy a bottle of cola while also sliding the trackers into her palm.

Once dressed, Christy approaches her bandmates with a huge grin, "That was great! I'm sure the NiCola rep was satisfied with it too!"

"Of course! Were there any doubts?" Sheila casually remarks.

"No, I just didn't think we'd get it all done in one day!" Christy beams and suddenly wraps the duo into a hug. They awkwardly return it, and are completely oblivious when she drops the chip-sized trackers into their back pockets. "Ah, I can't wait for the next concert. Are you guys as excited as me?"

Fae awkwardly ends the hug, "Definitely, we'll blow our fans away!" she says, but trails off when she notices Sheila getting called over by the Director.

"Seems like he has some extra work for me. I'll see you girls later, maybe we can meet up and catch a drink?"

Christy nods, "Sure! Drop me the time and place and I'll be there!"

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"Oh my god I thought I was gonna die..." Christy rests a hand on her chest and breathes deeply as she sits in the back of the rented car.

"Yeah, well, you did it. Congratulations." Sasha drawls, tossing her shades into the glove box and pulling up the tracker data via her Interface.

[Trackers online. Fae is on the move and Sheila-] she trails off as the person herself steps out of the building hand in hand with the Director. [Has plans with the Director.]

"Doesn't surprise me, I wonder how much he paid her to get a taste." Christy shrugs, folding her legs. "Hey, wouldn't it have been easier to tail them? They're gonna take off their clothes sometime today, then the trackers'll be worthless..."

Sasha shakes her head, "They're not just trackers, they also work as private LAN devices I can piggyback off of. Once they're asleep I'll access their personal devices and install my own software.