IC: Initial Shadow Offering Options

[Mister Juan]

Stepping inside the elevator, George slipped his magkey and pressed the key for the correct floor.

As the door closed back, he slowly started bobbing his head to the beat of the elevator's music.

Chummer... this is kinda groovy...

[Sicarius]

The Black cowled assassin sizes Markus up, and springs forward, blindingly fast, with the petrochem-slick movement a telltale sign of the tech they call move-by-wire. As he approaches the killer switches grips on the blade, and stabs for Markus' left armpit.

And while his opponent is quicker, Markus' movements were steadier. He brushed his enemies blade arm away from from his body, the tip bouncing off the drywall, leaving a wicked cut along the wall. Markus than let loose with a three round burst. The Gel Rounds slammed against the his opponents torso, and although meant to be non-lethal, Markus could immediately tell that at least some of the rounds had achieved penetration, leaving the knife-wielder laying in a crumpled pile at his feet.

"BING!"

The Elevator Door opens.

Markus swivels to see a heavyset scowling man tapping his foot to elevator music, and wearing mirrored shades despite the shaded confines of the elevator.


George stops bobbing his head in time to the music as the elevator doors open with a "BING"

Before him stands a man with a drawn handgun... another man is laying at his feet, clearly unconcious, and quite possibly dead.

[Tashio]

Markus turned towards the elevator, gun held steady.
Hmm if he was expecting trouble he would not be so casual coming up and most likely has the codes.

"I trust you have a more legitimate reason to be up here?"

Markus lowers his gun still facing forward but aimed at the ground. He waits a bit before slowly kneeling down next to the assassin, his hand moving to his neck to check for a pulse.

[Sicarius]

The assassin is alive, but has a shallow weak pulse, and even shallower breathing. Feeling around, you can now tell that he has broken at least three ribs. Two of the three gel rounds appear to have pierced the armor, leaving small entry holes, and no exit wounds. He's definetely not waking up any time soon.

[Mister Juan]

With a loud “BING” the doors infront of George slid appart. The ork had been expecting to come face to face with a man… not two… and well… on wasn’t actually standing. His wired reflexes kicking in high gear, his right hand burskly pushed his longcoat aside so he could grab the handle of the Colt Cobra. He raised his left hand forward, making the universal signal for “stop”.

“Wait up chummer!”

George hadn’t quite pulled the submachinegun off its quick release harness. He had been about to pull it free when he had realized something. The downed man was wearing a mask. He knew, for a fact, that the man Hobbes associates had sent was in the suite. Odds were, he probably wasn’t wearing a mask while on the job.

“My reasons are as legit as yours chummer. Looks like enough shooting has already been done for the day” the human looking ork spoke, in a calm and reassuring tone.

Slowly, with his hand still on the cobra, he slid his right foot forward to keep the elevator’s door open.

His eyes peering over his mirror shades, he cocked his head to the side.

“We seem to be at a slight standoff here… I’m not going to fool myself in thinking I have the drop on you… and seeing that you got this fellow there lying down on the count of you… well, you’re probably not as bad as you look.”

George permitted himself a quick look at the dead man on the floor.

Come to think of it… he’s not even bleeding…

“So… you my guy? Or do we plug each other?”

[Tashio]

"That depends who your guy is. I was expecting this place to be occupied but not with this," Markus prods the body laying next to him.

"Well, I'd rather not have to shoot anyone else right now. I take it you work for Mr Bonapart."

"If you would I could use a hand with this fellow here." Markus shifts his stance watching George, when he's sure George is not going to make any sudden hostile moves he holsters his gun.

"He out for the count, unfortunatly even rubber bullets can do a bit more damage than expected at point blank. I'm going to try fix him up a bit so we can move him, prehaps when he come around he can answer some questions, assuming you don't mind his company, I'd rather not leave him behind hotel security and others could ask questions."

Markus pauses a moment.

"He's also got some very expensive toys inside him for an errand boy."

Markus removes the man's ski mask and checked for any posible weapons before trying to fix up some of his wounds.

[Mister Juan]

Seeing the man relax and holster his weapon back was rather soothing to George. He decided that following the same course would help defuse the situation. Slowly, very slowly, the ork released his grip from the Colt Cobra's handle.

"We relocated for security reasons" he made a brief nod toward the unconscious assassin "which was a good move".

George made a few slow steps until her was next to Markus. He observed the man work pat down the assassin for few seconds, his intense gaze masked by his mirror shades. His left hand then went under his coat, where he clicked a switch, while his right went up to press something in his ear.

"One here. I've got our man. The suite has been compromised. We're bringing a package down. Over"

Once Markus stepped aside, George bent over, his two large hands closing around the assassin's collar to heave him up.

"By the way" he looked at Markus over his mirror shades "the name's Pliskin."

[Tashio]

"Markus. I think the best thing would be to support him between us, at least that won't look to suspicious if we run into anyone just helping a passed out drunk to his room."

Markus picks up any bits and pieces that the assassin droped along with his knife and drops them into his briefcase which seems to be populated with a large amount of pens paper and other paraphernalia.

Markus helps lift the man up standing on his right supporting him with his left arm. Once George has him supported he picks up his briefcase and heads towards the lift.

"Where to?"

[Mister Juan]

Passing his big arm around the unconscious man, George helped carried the assassin up to the elevator.

Getting in, he pushed the button for the correct floor, saying only one thing "Going down..."

[Sicarius]

The scene cleaned up as well as can be managed on short notice, the two bodyguards, captive in tow, travel down one floor to the 15th floor.

"BING"

[Tashio]

Markus watched the doors open slowly, sticking his head out of the door to check for people before following Georges' lead towards the room.

[Sicarius]

The hallways are mercifully empty, and it is only a short jaunt to the hotel room. Making it to the room undetected, two enter the room , carrying the unconcious body of the masked assassin inside.

[Glyph]

Caitlin is waiting in the apartment, with her medkit already out... just in case. When George and Markus come in, she raises an inquisitive eyebrow at the man they are carrying, before addressing George.

"My, you have been making new friends. Does he need any medical assistance before we interrogate him?"

She turns her gaze towards Markus next. "And I assume you are the new security person?" Her tone is neutral, but her eyes seem to be analyzing and measuring him, as if she is trying to gauge his capabilities.

[Tashio]

"Hello, I've patched him up a bit but if you have some magical form of healing that would help. I hit him a little harder than planned. I hope we will be able to bring him around soon as I would like to know who has an unwanted interest in your employer."

[Mister Juan]

Not even looking at Caitlin, George answered back only with a low grunt. Sliding his arm off from under the unconscious man, the ork simply dropped him to the floor.

"We don't" he took his shades off, sliding them upwards on this head "have anything to tie him up with".

His now uncovered deep brown eyes settled on Caitlin for a few seconds.

"Whats the status on the ward?"

[Glyph]

"The ward is up and running," replies Caitlin. "I don't have any stimulants, so we will need to wait for our would-be assassin to wake up. I could heal him some more, but if he is stable, then there's no sense in healing him - it would just make him harder to handle. As far as restraining him goes, I'm sure we can improvise something. .. unless our new 'associate' has some restraining devices at hand?"

She looks blandly at Markus, not wasting the opportunity to give him an astral once-over (which she also does when she examines the assassin).

[Sicarius]

Caitlin Only

[ Spoiler ]

The Assassin aura is dark, and ugly, with a tinge of amorality. His spirit has a weak hold on his body. A body that has been heavily modified, practically no part left untouched, from the thin black tendrils which run along his major nerves, to the strange malformed grey blotches of altered organs, bioware, throughout most of his major muscles. In his skull, a very dense black nodal of headware of some kind.

Markus has a stronger grip on life than the assassin, but not so much as Caitlin. He's body also features augmentation, both cyber and bioware, obvious under the astral gaze. He does not seem to wish anyone in the room ill will, but neither does his aura overrun with what would be called "pleasantness."

[Musashi Forever]

"Hi, I'm Nadia," Nadia says to the guy who helped George bring in the near-stiff. "Sorry I was so short with you on the phone. I didn't know if we could trust you or not."

[Mister Juan]

Grabbing the man by the back of his collar with one hand, George heaved him off the ground a bit.

Without any ceremony, he dragged him across the tiny room up to the bathroom... where he rolled him in the bathud. From the open door, the ork threw his coat across the room and unto the bed.

"Doesn't look like we're going to get much sleep tonight." the large human looking ork spoke over his shoulder "If anyone has any particular skills in interrogation, now would be the time to speak up..."

He turned his head slightly to the side, glancing off beyond his large shoulder.

"Someone should get back to the boss... keep an eye on him."

[Sicarius]

Nadia Only

[ Spoiler ]

It is in fact the same Japanese man with whom Nadia tangoed in the sports bar downstairs.

Everyone Else

The assassin is a Japanese male, of approximately middle aged, and very "Suit" in appearance. He is appearance is, in fact, wholly unremarkable. If he was not laying in the hotel bathtub, its certain that one would not be able to pick him out of a line up of other japanese men.

[Musashi Forever]

"Hey!" Nadia exclaims after seeing the assassin's face. "That's the bastard who shot me!"

[Tashio]

Markus looks up at Nadia's exclamation. "This is not good, lets hope he has not alerted anyone else to your presence here. Check him for any comunication devices, though chances are they are internal, might want to make sure he's not carrying any sort of concealed weaponry."

"Moving rooms was a good move, does anyone have any sort of remote camera's or devices that could be used to monitor the other room. A watcher spirit could be used otherwise if someone is able to summon one up."

Markus returns to searching the body for anything suspicious.

[Sicarius]

On the the assassin's person is light pistol, with a silencer attached in a conceable holster in the small of his back. A check of the clip indicates that apparently he learned his lesson from dealing with Nadia, since the ammunition is APDS. He does not have any other noticeable weapons or equipment on him.

[Glyph]

Caitlin speaks up.

"He could very well have some internal communications device - he has pervasive cyberware and bioware, including quite a bit of headware. I wonder if we should interrogate him elsewhere - he could also have some kind of internal transponder. I doubt we'll get much useful information out of him. He has 'deniable asset' written all over him. And he had a drone working with him when he was following our limo, but otherwise he's been a solo act. I give him points for persistence, if not effectiveness."

She paces a bit, looking thoughful. "We also need to check out the conference room, before the big meeting. I would prefer to be part of the reconnaissance, so that I can check the status of the wards and other magical defenses. Our client should be safe if he stays within the warded area here, and if at least one of us stays with him at all times. Thankfully they moved the meeting up to today... the bad guys have a narrower window of time to try anything."

[Mister Juan]

Clearing up his throat to get some attention, George threw his ball in the discussion.

"Caitlin's right on the whole line. Way I see, we only got two options here..."

He extend one of his big hands toward Markus, probably asking for the assassin's pistol.

"First option. We shoot him now. Kill him here and now. Cut him up. Get him out. Dump him in the Sound."

He gave a quick smirk to both ladies.

"Second option. We call for a cab. Pour some alcohol on him to make sure he smells a lot. Drag our poor drunken friend downstairs and send him on his way...... way out."