IC: Initial Shadow Offering Options

[Tashio]

Grumbling to himself he exits the lift and heads for the front desk.

Taping the desk he waits for the young man behind the counter to notice his presence.

"How may I be of assistance sir?"

"Yes, I am here to see Mr Bonapart, he is on the 16th floor I believe."

[Mister Juan]

2130, September 17th The Seattle Hilton, 15th floor, room 1508, Downtown, Seattle Metroplex, UCAS

George had been sitting, silently, in the dark for almost an hour now. When he had first entered the room, Hobbes was just about to turn in. The man was rather suprised by the ork's sudden arrival. After a quick apology, George had explained that he was simply going to stand guard for the whole night: he wouldn't bother him at all.

Somewhat reticent to have his privacy invaded in such a manner, Hobbes had finally fell asleep, after a lot of tossing and turning.

The ork had taken the sole armchair of the room, and pushed it in a corner, away from the window, so that he could see both entrance to the bedroom. His Colt Cobra, unclipped from its harness, was resting on a small coffee table.

In a few hours, George's alterness would start to falter as groginess took over. At that moment, he would take his first dose of Long Haul. Even though it would probably out last the job itself, the dose would keep him awake long enough for him to get the job done.

Another thing bothered him: the "extra help" that associates of Hobbes were sending in. There was clearly a security breach somewhere along the line... a breach which had allowed an assassin to locate them. Nadia had been lucky enough to get out unscate, but the fact still bothered George. None of them knew what this "extra help" looked like. They had no name, no description, no meeting point. Odds were, it was even possible that he couldn't locate them... but moving rooms was simply the logical reaction.

George wondered: if the drek did hit the fan... how far would he go to protect Hobbes... And what about those two women? He barely knew them, and yet, he felt some sort of responsibility toward them. Up to now, they had follow every single directive he had given, without questionning them. The ork hopped that it was because his ideas were good... and not because the women were so fresh in the biz that they had no idea what to do unless you told them.

As he stretched in his seat, he decided that, in a few hours, he'd wake Nadia up. He need some time to look at that datachip Miron had gotten him. Maybe he'd fine a few clues about who was out to get Hobbes.

[Glyph]

When George comes out of the room, he sees Caitlin sitting in a lotus position on the floor. Her eyes look slightly unfocused, and might be glowing slightly - or that could just be a reflection from the minimal light. Occasionally one of her hands will lift up and make a slight twitching gesture. She is obviously doing something magical, something requiring concentration. She does seem to notice you, before going back to whatever she's doing, so at least her concentration isn't making her oblivious.

Deeply immersed in warding Hobbes' sleeping quarters, Caitlin can only spare a slight nod as George silently pads out of the room, presumaby to wake up Nadia for something. She continues setting up the ward. Most awakened people that she knows find it tedious, but she finds it both relaxing and engrossing, herself. It's like knitting, or painting, only weaving energy, painting with light.

[Sicarius]

The front desk clerk is a pimply faced youth of perhaps 17 or 18. His badge says, "Trainee." As Markus asks about Bonaparte his eyes seem to get wide, as if he recognizes the name. His eyes shift upward and to the side slightly, before he says,

"Mr.Bonaparte has set his telecom to do not disturb. Can I leave him a message for you?

As Markus stands at the front desk he gets the opportunity to keep an eye on the disturbance in the lobby. It appears to have originated in the sports bar. As Markus watches, the plainscloth lone star guy puts a pocket secretary into which he had been taking notes, into his pocket, and he begins to head out the door.

So whatever it was it must not have been that serious.


Caitlin Only

[ Spoiler ]

As Caitlin is making her ward, she sees the astral presence of another off in the distance. It approaches rapidly, and as it does, she comes to recognize it as the patroling mage she'd seen earlier. The mage, gives what can best be described as the astral version of a nod, and goes on its way.

George Only

[ Spoiler ]

As George sits in the silence of the room, he can make out a muttering sound, from the bed. After a moment, he realizes his principal is talking in his sleep. The word's are not distinguishable without some kind of aid, or approaching much closer than George is comfortable with.

[ Spoiler ]

If you want to utilize cyberhearing mods to pick up what he's saying in his sleep let me know, otherwise its just kind of a muttering.

[Tashio]

"How about No," Markus leans forward a little. "I am here to see him, he is expecting me, I am already late as it is due to the runaround given to my by your security, and I don't think He, or I for that matter, would appreciate being delayed any further. Now I would appreciate it if you would contact him and let him know I am here, or simply give me access key and I'll let myself in."

[Sicarius]

The corporate work-study nerd blinks rapidly, and reaches out for the phone, mashing a handful of numbers, while glancing up at you rapidly.


In the "O'Dell's room" the telecom rings loudly in the room where Nadia sleeps and Caitlin wards..


Nadia or Caitlin (whoever picks up the phone), and Markus

[ Spoiler ]

Hello, This is the Front Desk, I'm calling because you have a guest. Say he has a meeting with a Mr.Bonaparte. Maybe you'd like to speak with him?"

[Musashi Forever]

Nadia wipes some of the sleep out her eyes. Damn it! I had just fallen asleep.

She answers the phone. After a moment to puzzle out what was being said, she realizes that this was probably connected to the last phone call they had received as they left the suite.

"Yeah, put him on," she tells the clerk, keeping the video receiver turned off.

As she waits out the pause in conversation, Nadia cups her hand over the audio pick-up and says to Caitlin "Someone downstairs is here to talk to us. They knew about Bonaparte."

[Glyph]

Caitlin, who still seems to be concentrating on putting the finishing touches on her ward, can only offer a slight nod to indicate that she has heard Nadia.

"Juuust a bit longer, and it'll be done," she thinks.

[Sicarius]

Nadia Only

[ Spoiler ]

Nadia recognizes the voice as the youngster she vamped earlier. He sounds exceptionally nervous now.

"Shall I send the gentleman up?" He asks, voice shaky.

[Musashi Forever]

"No," Nadia says icily. "I said to put him on. I'm already pissed because you told someone about our new room. I guess this means you're not getting that tip i mentioned earlier."

[Sicarius]

Nadia hears a sigh of pent up young male frustration, before he says,

"Here."

The front desk dweeb hand Markus the phone, and then turn his back on the converstation.

[Tashio]

Markus shook his head as the man thrust the phone in his direction.

"Hi, I believe you were informed by my client that I would be arriving. I trust Mr Bonapart is still well. Seeing as we are going to be working towards the same goals I would like to meet you so I know who you are."

He pauses awaiting an answer.

[Musashi Forever]

"How do I know that I can trust you?" Nadia asks. She didn't want to go anywhere. The last time she had left the room she'd been shot at.

[Tashio]

"You can't, but I do know the name of your employer is registered under and I do know you were informed that by my employer that they were sending someone over."

[Musashi Forever]

"Hold on a moment," Nadia says as she hits the phone's mute and blank video buttons.

She activates her radio, "One, this is three. There's a guy from a security company on the phone who knows who we are and who our package is. He wants to make contact. What should I do?"

[Mister Juan]

George shifted his weigh in his chair as Nadia's voice echoed softly in his ear. All while thinking, he slowly pushed the transmit button, keeping his voice to a murmur.

No reason to wake him up.

"One; Three; since he's on the phone, he probably already knows what floor we are on. Tell him to come up, but don't give him the room number. I'll intercept him in the hallway and check him out. Over"

The ork slowly got out of his armchair, trying to make as little noise as possible, and exited the room, into the hallway.

He felt slightly ridicule, wearing his long coat inside... But it was still better than crossing path with a patron, while totting an SMG.

[Musashi Forever]

"Understood, One."

Nadia smiled, she was getting good at this tactical radio stuff.

Going back to the telecom, she unmuted it and reactivated the video pick-up. "Come on up," she tells the man, then abruptly hangs up the phone.

After the call is disconnected, she puts her shoes and socks back on and readies her weapon, just in case.

[Tashio]

Markus hands the telephone back to the guy behind the counter.

"Thanks, what is the room number?"

[Sicarius]

The desk clerk, whose frustration and confusion is reaching peek levels as he realizes that, regardless of the outcome of this very strange serious of events, his chance of keeping his job are rapidly narrowing.

"Follow me," He says, after a long pause, stepping out behind the desk to escort Markus the distance to the Elevator.

"Bing"

The elevator door opens, the pimply faced clerk hits the 16th floor, swipes a master key, and than steps out.

"later" says the clerk, as the door closes, and Markus heads up.

George Only

[ Spoiler ]

Meanwhile George steps out, submachine gun hanging at the ready from the sling around his shoulder. From the position he takes up in the hallway, he can see the row of elevators. He watches as the numbers on the central elevator ticks upwards....

10,11,12,13,14....

In a blink the elevator passes George and stops at the 16th, the penthouse the group just abandoned.

Markus Only

[ Spoiler ]

"Bing"

The door opens to Markus on the 16th floor penthouse, opening up directly into a living room featuring a plush white carpeting, overstuffed sofa, and mega-wide screen telecom system. There is a tray of half eaten cheeses sitting on a coffee table. The living room appears to be empty, but a creak heard in the master bedroom, which is off to Markus' left gives away the fact that someone is present.

[Tashio]

Markus slowly enters the room alert to whats happening around him.

There should be people around and more than one person, this does not seem right. They were expecting me, of course they might not trust me.

His hand shifts to inside his jacket, his fingers closing around his weapon. He listens for a short while waiting to see if the sound from the bedroom continues.

[Sicarius]

Markus's headware filters out the distinct sound of a boot shifting ontop of crushed glass. The sound is definetely coming from the master bedroom, after that brief sound, there is silence.

[Tashio]

Markus drew his gun, slowly moving forward towards the bedroom, trying to keep out of direct sight. He continued to watch for movement and listen for sound, taking note of any other possible paths from the main bedroom to where he currently was.

No-one walks over glass if they have broken something and they would definatly ask for help.

[Mister Juan]

As the elevator narrowed the gap to the 15th floor, George could feel his whole body tense up. His wired reflexes had been constantly running crazy, and it was slowly starting to get a toll.

When the elevator kept on his way and stopped one floor above his position, the ork couldn't help himself but frown.

What the frag?

"Who've got to be kidding me..." he spoke outloud for himself.

He grabbed his collar with one hand, the other one slightly pressing his ear piece in.

"One; all; the fragging clerk sent the guy up to our old location..."

George was already walking toward the elevator, magkey in hand when he added "I'll go get him... Sit tight."

The large ork pressed the call button, cursing under his breath.

"This is fragging ridiculous..."

[Sicarius]

There is only one path to the Master Bedroom, which is on the left side of perhaps 5 meters worth of hallway. Just as Markus is about to turn the corner into this halway, he finds himself confronted with a black clad attacker. The body shape and size suggest a male. A black balaclava prohibit determining if its a elf,human or ork. The enemy was in a low crouch, a wicked looking fighting knife in his hand.

[Tashio]

Markus leveled his gun at the attacker, backing off a couple steps, prepairing to fire if he made a sudden move to attack.

Mentaly he switched the weapon to burst fire, the crosshairs appearing in his field of vision, his reflexes boosted to maximum.