Right, chummer. So there we were in Bellevue - aka hightown, Seattle, where you can’t go five steps without hitting a coffee shop that sells you a nonfat double energy triple mocha cappuccino for 250 nuyen. We had a meet and we were blending in…. okay, we’d taken our big guns off and we were wearing our best tatters. We go into this high security apartment, and long story short, we actually get in to talk to the lady, but then what happens? Our decker says, ‘Uh Oh.’ What? WHAT?! We aren’t even breaking in, we got an invite! She says, ‘I was just taking a look at their host, for you know, bugs and stuff.’ She says this as security shows, and us with no guns. So yeah, my question is, how do you keep the decker from hacking all the things?Hoi! What I'm hearing is that you have a little problem you can't quite suss, and for reasons surpassing understanding you don't like the idea of disavowing her as a means to educating her. (Seriously, one good "who her? never seen her before, peace out!" and she would not pull that shit a second time. One way or another.) Instead, you are wondering where all of these chaps with the big rocketry came from and why exactly it seemed like a good idea to hand over quite such a high percentage of your armamentum.
Let me tell you, chummer, this is a very pertinent pair of questions to be asking at such a crucial juncture. Let's start with the second question, because come on, no hold-out weapons? Okay, you are thinking, maybe I could have packed a noisy cricket in my hatband or some combat-grade chopsticks in my lunchbox. But come on, what good would those do? There are like a hundred million of these homo neanderthalensis types all up in your entree, and they are waiting for an excuse to give your epidermis a lead lining. So, good point, right? Except...
...maybe the decker isn't completely out of usefulness at this moment. I mean, let's hope, because otherwise it might be time to call Charlie and tell him to limber up for some sort of Foxtrot. Maybe there's a light switch or power line she can temporarily excuse from duty; if you're lucky, all of your chummers hit the deck at the same moment she hits the off button. This is sort of a wet blanket on the party, and you will probably not be invited back, but I am pretty sure that deal was sealed once your decker shat the bed. Either they will not get trigger happy, in which case you can belly-crawl your way to Stage Left, or they will, in which case it is to your benefit to be surrounded. The host of this disastrous confabulation would probably prefer not to be perforated by any over-eager henchpersonnel, so the former is the odds-on favorite.
If that doesn't work, see if you can form some sort of rudimentary lathe.
Once you're out of this sticky situation, you wanna keep the decker from hacking all the things and causing static again. The fastest way is the double-tap, but I'm guessing that erasure is a social fox pass. What about a hotshot for your hotshot? Think of it as low-dose electroshock therapy for instructive purposes only. You can be all, "Don't mess with the bull. You'll get the horns!" and shit. I mean, maybe this is why 'runners from twenty years ago left their deckers at home - not because they aren't useful in the AO, but because they never learned any manners.