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[Fenris]

August 26th, 2074
Bakatare clapped, quietly but enthusiastically, as the radiant figure on the stage finished her song. Her singing was always better with a full moon. It had been almost a decade since Moira started singing at Extassis, and the chance had undoubtedly opened doors and provided opportunities much larger then the small club in Everett.

But still, after 10 years, she sang here and other small clubs dotted around Seattle. Never went big, never signed the larger contracts. It's funny how many of them had hung around Seattle despite not really having a reason to anymore.

She gave him a small smile and briefly touched his shoulder as she passed. She knew why she was here, had even been part of it, in fact. Stefan motioned from the door to the back rooms. He finished the last of his sake and went to see Mr. Carvaggio.

September 5th, 2074
Several days later he found himself pondering the meeting as he waited at another small table in another kind of bar. His room was a small meeting room, outfitted with the latest audio and display equipment, probably capable of putting some AAA corp conference rooms to shame. The Hotel California was practically a legend in the shadows, and had weathered 2.0 better then most similar establishments. Some people called it the Prime Runners graveyard, where retired 'runners went to die. Most of those people were just upset they couldn't get in.

He grimaced as he thought back to the walk here when he'd spotted a mage obviously doing some sort of astral patrol outside the hotel. The mage had spotted him too, and had seemed torn about what to do. It wasn't illegal to be as powerful as he was, but it was dangerous, and Lone Star knew it. The inability to hide anything or deceive anyone about his magic was definitely a liability in the shadows.

Carvaggio had been downright helpful during the meeting, as close to eager as Bakatare had ever seen the man. For someone that was always playing three or four angles, there definitely had to be something else going on. Carvaggio hadn't been overly surprised at his description of the Gallery, and hadn't asked many more questions before agreeing to shake his tree for some help.

It had taken favors called in from half a dozen other fixers he'd worked with during his decade in the shadows, including Winter, but supposedly there was a group of people meeting in the bar outside that included everyone he needed to find her.

He just had to figure out which ones they were.

This post has been edited by eidolon: Jun 28 2007, 01:33 AM