//File 0.1 - Clint//

"Sure, give me a sec. That spell took a lot out of me. Mages and devices don't go well together." Siouxie did look visibly drained. It was indeed the case that highly advanced technological objects greatly resisted any magic brought upon them, even if it were a straightforward detection spell.

"Hold on." Negumi said. "For all I know, one of you is the culprit behind this. This plane serves Ozaka, and I am responsible for both his and its safety." The assistant had a point, he was in charge after all, and had shouldered the responsibility of communicating with the pilot, and then with Ozaka. "No one goes behind by themselves." It seemed Negumi might require some persuasion.

Clint let's out a laugh, Don't know if you realized it yet, but I'm saving your ass right now. As you said, you're responsible.... You're responsible for letting a third party hijack your plane and redirect it. Think your bosses are gonna be happy with the outcome? Wouldn't it be better if you were the one responsible for stopping this hijack attempt? Anyway, I'm going in the cargo with Siouxie and there's nothing you can do to stop me. Instead how about you come along with the keys and make sure we're not hindered by a locked door.

"My priority is to see this plane and all its passengers land safely, any heroics to try and take back the plane to stop the hijack will get us all killed. It still appears we're headed for the airport, the hijack doesn't seem to be trying to crash us. There's something, or someone, on board they want, intact and alive." Negumi spoke logically. "However, I do agree we should locate the device." He communicated for the pilot to remotely unlock the door to the hold.

"Something or someone valuable." Baron interjected drily. "But it ain't us Jericho."

Never is Baron, never is... Clint turns around towards the cargo, let's get going, not sure how much time we have.
Clint starts toward the cargo, not waiting to see if Siouxie and/or Negumi are following...

The cargo hold was a smallish compartment, enough to generously transport the personal effects of a private jet, but that's all. As they entered, Clint saw various luggage, trunks and packages, including his own gear and armor. Right behind, where Siouxie led them to, were three identically looking metal boxes, the kind used to transport equipment. They had the HTB Corp logo emblazoned on one side, and another logo Clint did not recognise on the other.

'Needle in a haystack." Siouxie pointed to the one in the middle. The box was secured with a code lock.

"I don't have singular access to this. It requires my code as well as the code from the representative from Tengu Corp in neo-Tokyo." Negumi explained.

Well, let's see what I can do... There some tools around here...
Clint will look around (unless Negumi can tell him where there would be some)
and use them to try some lockpicking...

"I'm not sure what use you have for basic equipment." Negumi stepped over to a wall cabinet and pushed a button to reveal a rack of basic mechanical equipment, hammers, wrenches, multi-headed screwdrivers, an electronic scanner, a vibrosaw.

While Clint was looking for equipment, Siouxie had giving the metal case some attention. She traced the sigils of a spell onto the case, in an attempt to shape the metal in order to open it. However, the previous magic she had cast already drained her of much energy. Her spell did cause the metal surface to warp a little, but its integrity still held. The code lock also remained secure. The elven shaman collapsed onto the floor, winded, blood trickling out of her nose. "I'll be fine." She smiled weakly.

Negumi looked on doubtfully as Clint tried to pry open the case, without much success, as he didn't have the right tools.

Clint continues to work on the casing to open it...