Fort Lewis Convention Center, Main Floor - Exhibition Hall (A) infront of Restrooms
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:33:17

Carla initially stiffened at the elf's proximity but quickly caught on to the fact that he was putting on a show. As she listened to his plan, she quickly protested, "What makes you think he doesn't want to get us fired?" but Krait assured her that he would do the talking and everything would go smoothly.

"Oh, just one last thing," he added, "we should decide on what we did during our break at least in vague detail, so we don´t botch it with some off-handed remark."

"Well...what would we have been doing that we couldn't have done upstairs?" Carla inquired, assuming that whatever nasty sort of story they came up with could have just as easily been done in the upper-level restrooms. "And why did we take off our ID cards before heading downstairs anyway?"

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Main Floor - Exhibition Hall (A) infront of Restrooms
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:33:20
Krait - Dirty-talking into Ms. Johnson´s ear
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Krait: "Well," the man shrugged, "let´s just say we spontaniously started out in the restroom upstairs. We put off some cloths, got something going. Then we decided we´d like to have some company or toys or whatever. So we picked up our stuff -forgetting the ID-Cards- and went down here. How dos that sound?"

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Main Floor - Exhibition Hall
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:33:30

"Alright, alright. Lead the way," Carla agreed.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Main Floor – Prefunction, VIP Escalators
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:28:03

"Well, if what you say is true, this could be interesting. Veerrrrry interesting. What say we go up and straighten this whole thing out for you?" Her hand still on his arm, the man moved to escort "Syren" toward the escalator, where security was making a show of simply recognizing all the important people, but it was clear everyone had their VIP passes visible on their PAN.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Main Floor – Prefunction, VIP Escalators
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:28:24

“Lead the way, and I promise you’ll get a show you won’t forget.�

“Syren� smiled up at the man went willingly with hi on his lead towards the escalators and all of security. She took a breath as they moved and kept herself focused. She could hit a snag with the security team ahead, but she had made it this far one more hurdle should be easy enough. Without looking back she thought one last clear message to her brother.

Ye might want to get Plan B ready…. This could be harder to get past security without a VIP pass.

She threw her best sultry smile back on her lips as the pair approached the security detail checking people’s tickets and waiving the stars through. Once again she picked her target within the security ranks and innocently steered her now escort towards that particular entry point upon approach. She was prepared to do nearly anything to get upstairs at this point. The seconds were ticking by and she wasn’t about to be deterred from her goals. She was too stubborn and she had gotten this far on her charms alone.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Main Floor – Prefunction, VIP Escalators
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:28:28


Hart Buckley had traded three weeks of day shifts to get posted on the red carpet for this eye-candy extravaganza. Dressed in his formal-event uni, he had quietly enjoyed the parade of picture-perfect flesh while trying to maintain a professional demeanor. He knew the supervisors were watching like hawks, especially on this detail.
But after being treated like a piece of talking furniture by the dozens of other mostly-naked beauties that had come through, this blond - the facial ID patched into his AR contacts pegged her as one Syren - this blond was the first to smile at him, and he had to admit it got his blood up a little.
Then again, maybe she had a reason to smile - his records also showed that Syren had already gone up. And this one wasn't flashing a VIP ARO.

No reason to be an asshole, though....

"Excuse me, ma'am, has there been some confusion with your pass?"

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Main Floor - Connection between Exhibition Hall (B) & Back of House
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:36:00
Krait - Pleading for Mercy
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After fighting their way through the sea of excited visitors, the pair waited at the entrance to the hallway for a moment, untill there where no other caterers headed for the guarded door in sight, physically or in AR. The elf sliped on his jacket and helped his companion into her´s, then they crossed the distance across the hallway in the hurryed pace typical for the stressed catering-personal. While they did so, Krait grabbed Ms Johnson´s hand for a short moment, both to reasure his partner that they where going to make it and as a small sign of affection between the pair they where going to pose as.
He gave the guard a nod and a slight smile, though a sign of guilt flashed over his eyes, which where currently uncovered by the glasses he had brought with him tonight. Before the Wolverine man could speak up, the would be infiltrator addessed him with a chearfull voice. As usual, all his recording devices where running and he might find this particular conversation usefull someday.

Krait: "Hey chummer, looks like we´ve got a small problem here."

While he spoke, he tryed to get close enough to punch the key-code into the pad. The fact that his multitasking would allow him to do so without diverting any concentration from the conversation, would make it look like he used the code a hundred times tonight, lending further credibility to his story.
He had considdered telling the guard, that they where comming from the hilton and headed to support the catering staff, but in the hurry did forget (or didn´t even get) the ID-Cards. That story however would give much less waight to his demand that the Wolverine Guard didn´t check the databases for them.

Krait: "My friend and I took a little break from our duties and unfortunately forgot our ID-cards upstairs. Please don´t tell anyone, Norb will get out asses kicked and never give us another chance - he´d probably throu us out of here on the spot, no matter how much he needs us working when individual orders are dished out in the grand ballroom." The elf gave the man a pleading expression, in the hope that he was not an asshole. "You see, we don´t ought to be down here, our break was kind of .. unshadulled." He gave a sideglance to the woman at his side. "We ... started out in the upstairs restroom, but figured that we wanted some more ... we where lacking something and hoped to find it down here. Well, in the heat of the battle, we left our cards up in the restroom."

He looked at the manwith an awkward smile. He was going to make this quick with the excuse that they had to return to work fast, both to make sure nobody passed by that might disturbe his plan and so the guardsman had little time to think about it. The rest of the conversation was allready layed out in his mind... 'Oh, please don´t check with the database, our superviser -Mr. Norbert- will know that someone is not doing his job in this moment, because the waiters allready have a delay 11 seconds above the tollerance.' That was true, he had seen it on the service channel, though it was not their fault of course. 'He´ll check the logs later and if he sees that we where down here at the door, when we ought to be upstairs, the ugly toad will rip us into pieces!' That one was made up - though he had known quiet a few supervisers in his studying days, that would act like that. Only the nickname was not made up, someone had slipped it on the official channel accidentally.
If the guard turned out too insensitive, to be moved by pleading words alone, John would turn to bribary of the the innocent type at first. Oh, come on. We´d really owe you one. Maybe we could bring something down to you and your chummers later, when do you have a break? The´ve got real delicious food up there, I mean really delicious real food!' Failing that, he´d suggest getting some autograms for him or whatever, but unless this guy practically asked for it, he´d not offer him any money, untill he had tryed another angle.
Listen, if you have to check our ID, you have to check it, but that means we are simply going to walk away, because Norb won´t pay us for this night, even if he only finds out afterwards. If we go home, there will be chaos up there. The staff is allready calculated as small as possible, to maximize cost eviciance or whatever - you probably know this kind of shit. That means, they can not spare a single person, let alone two. And the champaigne-pyramide isn´t even set up, yet! The catering will go to hell and I can tell you, if they find out that this was your fault, they´ll put enough preasure on your boss, to make your head roll! Wolverine really wants to keep this contract for the next awards, you think they will let you jeopardize their chance?
He hoped that he didn´t need to put too much preasure on this guy, because the easyer this went down, the better where his chances, to maybe turn this guard into a contact. In any case, the faster they got in, the smaller was the chance that someone came through that door and burst their bubble.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Main Floor – Prefunction, VIP Escalators
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:28:56

She turned her full attention on the security guard before her and with it all the charm she could manage without coming off sleazy as the rest of the crowd surrounding them. Her eyes darted for a second from his face to the small polished brass plate on his dress uniform before returning to his features.

She dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned into the security guard, her hand finally leaving the arm of her most recent escort.

“Buckley is it?� She purred as she leaned in even closer to whisper into the guards ear. “We might have a small problem, my friend here mentioned he had already seen me go upstairs a mere five minutes ago. Now that wouldn’t be possible if I’m standing right here before you would it? You might have a security breach upstairs, but the last thing I’d want to do is see you get in trouble over such a horrible misunderstanding and a devious little witch. Perhaps you could escort me upstairs yourself so we could straighten this all out?�

By the end of her little speech, her hand had gently brushed against the guards and just the right moment. She pulled back and kept her eyes locked on his face with a soft smile on her lips.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Back of House
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:36:10


As Krait spoke, the guard eyed Carla with a smirk. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder - "No worries, pal. We're all just tryin' to get by. Last thing I want is to get some working stiff fired for doing what comes natural."

And with that they were into the service area behind the junior ballroom. The area was deserted, as the kitchen upstairs was not catering the private party in that room. The three sets of double doors leading out the rear of the junior ballroom were shut, but from the sounds emanating through them, it was clear what sort of party it was.

The pair of newbie shadowrunners moved south and found themselves at the foot of a service stairway.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Second Floor – Prefunction
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:30:03


Etain could almost feel the heat emanating from Buckley. "Well," he said, "our first priority is to ensure that our guests have an enjoyable evening." Script. "And, um, as a duly licensed security, er, person, I have been...I am authorized to exercise some discretion in performing my duties." Off script.
"What say I escort you upstairs and we'll see if we can get to the bottom of this?"

He offered his arm, which she took, and side by side they got on the escalator. Behind them, her "date" made the most of the brief ride by putting his hand under her skirt in a move calculated to show her who was in charge. She had sensed he was suspicious of her story, and the hand on her derriere felt like a gun in her back, place there in a way that reminded her he knew she was in no position to make a scene.

As they topped the elevator, they found dozens of VIPs milling around hobnobbing and laughing. Here were a handful of the people that could be called this year's winners in an industry to made men extremely rich while chewing women up and spitting them out.

Aside from the service staff, there were two kinds of people here - men of all ages and various appearances, all wearing expensive suits that allowed them to retain their dignity. And the talent. A few boy toys and studs, but the audience didn't care about them and so neither did the awards. No, the other half of the VIP roster were women. All young. Almost all with much older men.

And although almost all the women were essentially naked, no one seemed to care. Unlike downstairs, where hordes of fans craned their necks for a peek at their favorite starlet's exposed flesh, the atmosphere up here was one of the most un-sexually charged that Etain had ever experienced, even back home.

One thing, however, that was very different from back home, was that on the tray that a waiter immediately offered her, alongside the champagne there were a generous assortment of other party favors - Novacoke, Psyche, and Bliss.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Main Floor – Prefunction, VIP Escalators
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:31:51

If the studio creep’s hand on her ass wasn’t enough to make her tense up slightly, the scene at the top of the escalators definitely was. Her eyes moved over the relative “normalcy� of the party and it’s guests as soon as she stepped off the escalators. She kept the security guard to her right and could feel the studio exec keeping close, tight tabs on her just a step behind her and slightly to her left.

When the waiter stepped up before her, tray in hand with all its tantalizing goodies she gritted her teeth. There right before her was the one thing she wanted more than getting the answers from Zephyr. She couldn’t take her eyes off the tray and stared at it like the fans were staring at everything and everyone downstairs.

�Shit.�

She forced herself to look up from the tray and around the room trying to spot either Zephyr or Syren. She didn’t want to touch the tray knowing if she took a glass of champagne she wouldn’t be able to just stop there, the proffered bliss would follow. She felt a little nudge from behind which was more of a bump really as the studio exec brushed past her and picked up two glasses of champagne and handed one to her as he sipped his with a dirty smirk on his lips as if he was testing, or was it taunting, her to make the next move. Once the glass was in her hand and his was free he wasted no time doing a line of Nova and as he wiped the powder from his nose he looked directly into Etain’s eyes and spoke.

“Have a little treat, before the show really begins.�

He chuckled darkly and it was the tiny nudge necessary for Etain to indulge her craving and take her arm off the security guard’s for a moment to take her own hit of bliss. The rush was unmistakeable and from downstairs Conall was going along with her on the ride whether he liked it or not. There was no going back now. From within her came this inner sense of calm where before there was anxiety. The party was about to become far more interesting now.

Beside her Buckley put his hand on her shoulder and his rough hand was hot against her bare skin. It pulled her attention from the happy floaty feeling back to the reality of what she had come up here for. As the drug ramped up in her system it was getting harder for her to keep focusing on the spells she was sustaining and she started to wonder if she had gotten herself in completely over her head. Buckley forced her to turn her head towards him as he cleared his throat.

“Sorry Buckley I just couldn’t help myself. Shall we find the troublemaker and get to the bottom of this now?�

There was a slowness to her speech, the languid fluidity that many in the CAS prided themselves on, only hers was entirely drug-induced. Etain started to take a few steps further into the party, on a mission to find at least one of the two women and get the job done as soon as possible and get back downstairs and out of this place before she got herself into more trouble.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Second Floor – Prefunction
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:32:00


The security guard stared straight ahead as the other two did their drugs, meticulously not noticing. Etain was unsure what sort of jurisdiction a private security firm like Wolverine would have over such an infraction, but apparently it wouldn't be a problem up here in any case.

Once the guard had her attention, however, he nodded to a knot of partygoers in the far corner of the room. Two heavyset men in their fifties wearing tuxes stood talking to three women. Two were quite chatty, while the third stood quietly with a toothy smile pasted to her face. She looked exactly like Etain looked right now, except that instead of a brown, backless mini-dress, she wore an ankle-length pink chiffon nightgown that was completely transparent.

Taking an electronic reader off his belt, Buckley started to lead the way. Smiling at Etain with a confident machismo, he said, "We'll show her what's what."

Etain's "date" trailed along through the crowd amusedly.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Service Area
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:36:15

Carla was so elated by the smoothness of their success that she couldn't hold back a smile. She aimed it towards the guard as a sign of appreciation, but it was really meant for Krait

"Excellent work," Carla whispered once they had gotten into the service area. "We should probably locate our lady as soon as possible - have we any information about seating arrangements so we can find where she's sitting?"

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Main Floor - Back of House Service Area
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:36:18
Krait - Searching Zaphyr
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As they passed the doors into the service area, John fealt like he had just left a press conference - one that had gone down quiet well. Not only had he collected a nice blackmail tape that he could possibly use to coerce information or cooperation from that Wolverine Guard, but he had probably left him with the feeling of dealing with a nice guy, that would probably enable him to to turn the man into a contact without using any blackmail, if everything went smooth tonight.
Then Ms. Johnson said something, that turnd his mood sour instantly. Fuck, damn, shit, shit! In his previous life he had been used to rely on an elite cader of employees and whole private intelligence agencies to collect and present all the information he needed. Now he had to do all this on his own, and the lack of time he had to prepair for this operation didn´t make it easyer. Idiot! You should have anticipated this operation and prepair for it when you had the time. Suddenly he was not so sure anymore, that he was capable to survive in this new way of life. Ever professional, he didn´t show any of his concerns. He knew better then to demoralize the rest of the team.

Krait: "I´m afrait, we don´t have that information, yet. My plan was to bring a personal message to our target. We can ask around and pretend that we promissed to deliver it personally - you don´t break that kind of prommis to some of the people she is connected to, so that might work. Now..." he partially withdrew the white envelope holding the blank e-card from his breastpocket, "what exectly I put on to this electronic paper dependson how much you want to give away. It would be quiet a stunt to get her to talk to us in private, so this card and a few brife words might be everything we get!"

Fort Lewis Convention Center - Service Area
Tuesday 8/12/2070 23:26:30

"Do you think we should leave her a commcode to contact instead of asking her to meet privately?" Carla asked. "She might find that less intrusive, and if there's anything too sensitive we don't want to discuss over the matrix, maybe we can arrange a private meeting with her afterwords."

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Main Floor - Back of House Service Area
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:36:37
Krait - Searching Zaphyr
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Krait: "Well, that wouldn´t be much better then using the com-code wegot from our friend, but if we don´t get her on the hook right away, that´s the way it´s going to run - if at all. Still, I´m positive that we will either get her to talk to us rather sooner then later, or else she dosn´t know anything important anyway. Just give me a few seconds to check the waves, before we rely on our co-worker´s mercy."

Fort Lewis Convention Center - Service Area
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:36:40

"Okay, okay," Carla waited while Krait fiddled with his equipment. "Assuming she does agree to see us, though, where should we meet? Somewhere in the building? Outside? After the party ends? Where can we get some privacy with her?"

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Second Floor – Prefunction
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:32:51

As the electronic device came off Buckley’s belt Etain grimaced inwardly. If it came down to electronic scans or DNA testing her entire plan would be ruined. She gently grabbed at Buckley’s arm and moved in front of him with her back to the actual starlet. She licked her lips slowly and got right up against him as she ran a perfectly manicured fingernail down the front of his uniform, pausing only when she got to his belt as she leaned in and whispered in his ear for only his benefit.

“Easy there big boy. Wouldn’t want to cause a big scene up here, draw more of your co-workers over so they can take the credit for the job you’re going to do? Lets just go over there nice and quiet, have a little conversation and once you see the truth you can march her right on out of her like a prize and take all the credit�

While she spoke in the guards ear she tried to look around the room in a vain attempt to spot Zephyr. If she could pull off the next few minutes she was going to have to know exactly where the woman was because she wouldn’t have much time before the real truth came out.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Main Floor - Back of House Service Area
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:36:45
Krait - Searching Zaphyr
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Krait: "It´ll probably be much easyer to get her to talk to us inside the center, as it is both most secure and convenient. I´d suggest you meet her in the VIP-Area´s women restroom, wich hopefully is less populated then those downstairs - unless she suggests to get us some private place herself or meet somewhere else entirely."

While he spoke, John made some subtile mock hand-movements, to touch a few AR controll elements, that his mind was entirely capable of reaching on it´s own in truth. He instructed his trusted Agent, to Scan for their target´s comcode and then search all the active and un-encrypted signals, as well as the few he had decrypted, for the key-words 'Zaphyr', 'seating', 'Grand Ballroom', 'VIP', 'service' and 'catering', filtering out any signals that broadcasted a position outside the VIP-Area.

Fort Lewis Convention Center - Service Area
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:36:50

"Alright, let's attach that photograph I gave you of Esmeralda to the card - in case our target doesn't know her by name - and tell her that we would just like to know if she has any information about Esmeralda's whereabouts. You can deliver the card while I wait in the restroom to meet her. How's that sound?"

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Second Floor – Prefunction
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:33:14

Once Buckley put the electronic device back on his belt she let him lead the way once again towards Syren and her fellow guests. As they approached Etain actually tried to stay almost out of sight behind the security guard. As he started to make a bee-line towards Syren with a determined look on his face, her companions seemed to part ways with her company slightly at first and then moved at least out of immediate “harms� way.

Once the small sea of people had parted Etain stepped out of Buckley’s shadow and showed herself off to the real porn star and the sudden surprise of standing face to face with herself was apparent. Etain didn’t have much time if she wanted her plan to work, she had to make the look of surprise look more guilty.

She reached forward and gently took the star’s wrist in her hand and made it appear much more “intense� than it felt.

�If ye don’t hear from me on the comm. in five minutes, start plan B.� With that last thought, the link between the twins went silent again.

“You evil little wench! How did you manage to pull this off? Got a dirty mage in your pocket making you look so good? So much like me?!?� Etain spat her words forth as she kept contact with the star, already starting to feel the mana coursing around her as she had more ability to focus her attention on it after dropping the mindlink spell. She watched the confusion mar the good-looking Syren’s features and before the woman had a chance to speak she released the spell she had been holding back.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Second Floor – Prefunction
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:33:35

Pandemonium instantly erupted around the catfrontation.

The real Syren pulled her arm away fromEtain's grasp with a plaintive "Get offa me, BITCH!" even as the nearby men's eyes went wide, and the woman next to her cried "Oh, honey!" as they watched her previously polished appearance become drab and homely. Under her sheer outfit, her breasts sagged markedly, while crows' feet emerged around her eyes and her nose got bigger. Her hair went from platinum to a dishwater brown, and her lips lost their rosy sheen.

One nearby woman, wearing a half-bustier and a thong, shouted - "Hey, you are NOT fucking Syren!" at the would-be shadowrunner, while another grasped her arm and said, "Oh, Sy, are you okay? Were you kidnapped? Who's this...this...ugly person?"

And so it went, with some of those nearby simply perplexed, some taking what they saw at face value and demanding the removal of the "imposter," and the real Syren's closer friends denouncing the newcomer - all in the space of ten seconds. And like ripples in a pond, the commotion spread faster than reason.

Only Etain's erstwhile "escort" kept his wits about him, standing nearby, a huge smile underscoring raised eyebrows - a look that said "I expected a show, but nothing THIS good."

With some women rushing to embrace her, and others clawing at her dress and hair (and both camps threatening to break into a veritable battle royale), Etain heard Buckley saying loudly and clearly into the empty air above his head "Level Orange Code Seven."

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Floor - Grand Ballroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:39:20
Krait - Reaching for the Stars
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Krait: "Sounds like a plan!"

John replied with a smile, as he held the stircase´s door open for his companion. While they climbed up to the 2nd floor, he transfered Esmeralda´s picture onto the blank bussines-card with her full name and comcode underneath and added a short text to it.

Some say you´ve got more in common with a saint then meets the eye. Some might even say a nun got lost on you. Talk about lost nuns and common friends? Meet me in the women´s restroom! Ms. J.

He also added the comcode to an annonymous online messanger in case Zaphyr wouldn´t meet them then and there and finally ended the message with a remark about her greatest admirors in Seattle and in the world, to distance them a bit from all the fans who doubtlessly tried to get a message through to her or even meet their idol in private at this event.

I assure you, that I´m nither a Bob Collemno, nor a Carlo Tremaglia, I just want to talk.

When he opened the door to the second floor, he was allready done with the editing. As they entered the service area´s main hallway, they where assaulted by a wave of security instructions both on the security channel and the regular staff channel. They had barely catched the meaning -not to enter the vip prefunction area, when they could allready see, that there was some kind of uproar at the end of the hallway. Before John could make out what had happened infront of the Grand Ballroom, however, the Wolverine changed frequencies again and he lost the channel. The staff channel held some gossip and speculations but nothing substantial.

'Frank' accompnied Ms. Johnson to the restrooms and entered the men´s restroom himself in the hopes of staying out of sight while he was waiting for someone to present the access-code of the ARO just outside thedoor to him. As he entered, a pair of caterers noddedin his direction, as one fished a pack of ciggarretes out of his breast-pocket.

Caterer: "Got fire?" John´s eyes flashed to the smoke detector in an obvious gesture. "No sweat bro, my chummer Pinky got them disengaged!" The caterer sneered.

John flashed a mischeivious smile and lit their smokes, just nodding when the second one asked him, if he was new to the crew, too. Half declining when the first offered a ciggarrete to him, he took it anyway, but put it into his breastpocket for later. He just checked his appearance in a mirror, readjusting his collar and whiping some imaginary dust of his shoulder and then left with another nod.
He´d rather blend into the stream of service personal that ran back and forth between the kitchen and ballroom like bees, then engage in a conversation with the two caterers, while they where performing a clear breach of security. Reaching back in his mind to skills long left unused, he picked up one of the plates and went into the grand ballroom. In this bussy area, it took his agent only a few seconds to pick up the ARO-code and he had no problem accessing the information. He was tempted to try and score some blackmail or paydata. Still he restreigned himself to the task at hand for the time beeing, only checking for Zaphyr´s location and the company that shared the table with her. After diligently delivering the drinks on his plate to some fat, ugly dwarf and a pair of elven girls 'unclothed' with only a few strings of semitransparent fabrique, he put the envelope onto the plate and aproached his target´s table.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Second Floor – Prefunction
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:33:37


But no sooner were the words out of the security guard's mouth than he cut himself short and called out, louder this time, "Cancel Code Seven. Cancel Code Seven. False report."

A magical twinkle in her eye, the still-blond Syren that was Etain managed to grab hold of him despite the growing fray, and kept her voice calm and reassuring as she told him - "You can handle this, Officer...I know you can."

Buckley nodded uncertainly and began shouting and waving his arms at the roiling crowd.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Floor - Grand Ballroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:39:24


As Krait approached the table he positively identified Zephyr, whose short raven tresses perfectly matched her black satin evening dress - actually it was more like a pair of black satin suspenders supporting a black skirt - but somehow the design worked. Beside her was a small, intellectual-looking troll with a British accent Krait knew instantly was fake. He was speculating on the subtext of impersonation in the context of a consensually imposed reality. Zephyr was smiling and nodding but obviously was hoping for a more concrete explanation of what was going on outside the ballroom. To her other side was a young man with a tan and a vacuous expression on his face. Across the table was a middle-aged man in a very expensive suit playing with a commlink. The remaining chairs were filled with three young women whose attire left nothing to the imagination and no doubt in anyone's mind as to their profession.
Caught up in their discussion of the nearby fracas, no one paid any attention to Krait as he approached their table.

Fort Lewis Convention Center - Grand Ballroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:39:40

Carla hustled towards the women's room while Krait delivered the message. She was distracted on her way, however, by some commotion that had erupted on the second floor. She couldn't see who was at the center of the crowd - and she hoped it was Paddy or his sister - but she took advantage of the distraction to cross the ballroom relatively unnoticed.

The restroom was full of lewd activity, much like the lower floor, although the participants in the VIP area were noticably classier and cleaner. Carla tried to find an empty corner where she could mind her own business and keep an eye on the door, although she stuck out like a sore thumb as the only person not engaging in any sex or drugs.

Unfortunately, another caterer in the restroom did notice Carla; the stranger approached her with a knowing grin on her face, and Carla was almost sure she had been recognized as an imposter.

"Need a smoke?" the stranger asked, offering Carla the cigarette she had been smoking. Carla hesitated. "Don't worry 'bout it - it's gonna be a long night; the boss don't mind if we take a little break every now and then." After taking the cigarette from the stranger's fingers, the woman checked the time on her commlink. "Eh, I've been here long enough; catch ya later."

Carla remained in the corner with the cigarette in hand, pretending to be enjoying a smoke when really she could hardly stand the smell of it.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Second Floor – Prefunction
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:34:31

As Buckley called off the other security guards she breathed a soft sigh of relief, taking the moment he started to try to diffuse the crowd to play to her “supporters� all around her and assure them she was fine and would explain later. The crowd around the two Syrens was definitely polarized quickly, each side standing by the one they believed with Buckley standing in the middle like a referee at a boxing match. Which in reality if Etain wasn’t more careful this scene could easily become, only with more hair pulling and scratching. Gathering her wits about her she moved her eyes over the crowd across from her watching them shoot death glances her way.

Buckley came back towards her and she played her next card, keeping her voice low as her words for his ears and those of her supporters only.

“See, I told you that you could handle the situation. Perhaps so that we avoid any additional catfights we can handle this somewhere less… public? Somewhere that wouldn’t spoil the party for all the rest of the guests?�

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Floor - Grand Ballroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:39:33
Krait - Reaching for the Stars
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Carefull to interrupt Ephraim Hodge´s intellectual posing as little as possible, John stood to the left behind Zaphyr, tray in hand behind her, carefull not to stare at her barely covered breasts. Waiting for an oportune moment, as the troll took a sip from his wine glass and one of the other females gave a senseless reply, he leand into her just a tad closer then would be nesessary and appropriate - only so much so, that the slightest touch of his breath would be fealt on her skin, to help him to get her attention, but hardly enough for anyone else to notice. With a voice fit to dub her high profile, male co-stars -and significantly improve the result in most cases- he whisper into her ear, soft enough to make it hard for anyone else to hear the last few words.

Krait: "I am sorry to interrupt, Ms Zaphyr, but I´ve got a private message for you. I don´t know who sent it, but it´s got Wolverine´s OK and I think it might have something to do with the uproar in the prefunction."

Sure that she would open the envelope right away, he held the tray infront of her and waited to be dismissed, blanding into the background, so that all anyone would hopefully remember was his white hair - if they even payed that much attention.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Second Floor – Prefunction
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:35:00


Once Buckley had the crowd's attention the fracas died down somewhat - the room was still buzzing, and the two Syrens and their immediate circles were the center of the room's attention.

Those that had been expressing their views on the sudden controversy most vociferously looked tensely at the security man, their faces saying that if he didn't see things their way, the evening would not end quietly. And Buckley was as aware as anyone that not everyone could be pleased.

"Listen everyone - this is a very unexpected sort of situation, and here in the middle of your party is not the place to resolve it. Now, if the two ladies," he said, indicating both candidates for Syren-hood, "would just step this way with me, I am sure we can sort this out."

Out of the corner of her eye, Etain saw two more security men, a troll and an ork, top the escalator and meander over toward the knot of people, unhurried in their dress uniforms.

At the same time, the woman with newly brown hair and saggy breasts under a sheer pink nightie declared, "Like fuck I'm going anywhere with you, Milkfed. Get one of your mages up here right now, you fucking mouthbreather or I will have your fucking job."

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Floor - Grand Ballroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:39:45


The porn star opened the envelope and scanned the contents, holding the e-paper like a poker hand, screening it from the prying eyes of the troll. Her brow furrowed in puzzlement. Stuffing the card back into the envelope, she rose from her seat. "If you will all excuse me for just minute..."

Unbidden, two of the other porn actresses started to get up, but she gestured for them to sit. "Really, I'll just be a moment."

"Disturbing news, my dear?" asked the troll pornographer.

"Nothing of the sort, Effy. Just a call I have to take - seems the Matrix security for the event has interfered with some commcalls and I have to use a hardline. I will be right back."

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Floor - Women's Restroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:40:15


As Carla sat watching the cigarette in her hand burn down to a butt, she looked up at a new arrival to the restroom orgy. Striding through the maelstrom of sex and drugs was the woman she sought, her even features unmistakable from the pictures Krait had shown her. The near-topless woman immediately started looking around, as if she was expecting to see something there in the bathroom but was not finding it.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Floor - Grand Ballroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:39:45

Given that the room was full of VIP's already, the arrival of an eminent pornstar didn't cause much of a stir. Carla, however, dropped her cigarette upon seeing Zephyr and approached her from the side. Lightly tapping her on the shoulder, she confirmed, "You are Zephyr, yes?"

The pornstar gave Carla a puzzled look, as if she wasn't used to people not knowing who she was. "Of course I am! Did you-?"

"Yes, I sent the message. If you please, I just need to speak to you for a moment - privately."

Carla tugged the pornstar into an empty toilet stall and locked the door. A few catcalls could be heard from the rest of the room.

"Wait a minute," Zephyr protested as Carla fished out her commlink, "Who the hell are you anyway? What's going on here?"

Carla simply showed Zephyr the photograph of Esmeralda. "This is a very good friend of mine. She went missing several weeks ago, and I have reason to believe she might have known you. Do you have any idea who this woman is and where she might be?"

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Second Floor – Prefunction
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:35:31

Shit.

Etain’s eyes narrowed at the woman for an instant before her own voice was tainted with all the foulness that spilled from Syren’s mouth.

“Listen you fucking slitch you’ve got your 15 seconds of fame in the spotlight. Shut your lying mouth before it gets you into more trouble than you could ever get yourself out of. Security is offering you a way out that might save your ass. You might wise the fuck up and take it.�

Her eyebrow raised ever so slightly as she focused all her attention directly towards Syren bypassing even Buckley’s gaze.

You want to accept this offer, you know it’s the right thing to do. You’re guilty and you’ve been caught.

It was like the thoughts kept repeating themselves in her mind over and over while she stared at the woman across the small crowd from her. She had to accept this, it was likely the only way out of this where she wouldn’t be led out of the convention center in shackles. The additional approaching security guards only heightened her feeling of urgency and trepidation.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Floor - Women's Restroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:40:20


The actress barely glanced at the picture - she'd already seen it on the e-card. "That's Cat. You're saying she's a nun? What religion? Wiccan blood magic?"

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Second Floor – Prefunction
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:36:00


The real Syren suddenly fell silent, as if bludgeoned into submission by Etain's verbal counterattack.
She looked as is she might burst into tears.
She was silent for a moment, her expression confused, but then she said, "You're right. I guess we'd better do as the guard says."

The eyes of the woman next to her shot wide open in disbelief. "What?! This is bullshit! Honey, don't go with them. There is some sorcerous bitch-bumping going on here, and we gonna wait for the security mage." Directing her comments at Etain, the woman said, "Like HELL she's going with you."

But Buckley answered: "The lady has agreed to accompany us. I'm afraid I need you to calm down and not interfere, ma'am." As he finished speaking the other two guards had eased their way through the crowd and stood behind him. The facial expression the ork directed at the real Syren's friend made everyone assume he had missed his last few customer relations seminars.

The crowd now silent, Buckley gestured for a door to the left of the Grand Ballroom. "Just right over here, ladies, and we'll get this all settled."

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Flobor - Women's Restroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:40:23

"Wiccan blood magic?" Carla was confused. She turned the commlink around to check that she had shown the correct picture.

"She goes by Sister Esmeralda, a Colombian nun of the Catholic Church and nurse at the Sanctuary of St. Ignatius. Her English is very good, though she still retains a slight Spanish accent. Possibly suffers from bulimia and other eating disorders. Are you sure you aren't mistaking her for someone else?" Carla asked.

Zephyr had an incredulous look on her face, as though she didn't believe a word Carla had just said.

"I know who that is - no question about it. Now what do you want from me?"

Though perturbed by the discrepancy in identity, Carla decided to press on. "Do you know where I might find her?" she asked.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Flobor - Women's Restroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:4i:00


Zephyr sat down on the closed toilet seat, leaving Carla standing against the locked stall door. She was almost talking to herself. "Cat a Catholic nun? But..." She looked up at the medical student-cum-shadowrunner. "Never mind about the Wiccan thing. I was just being a smart ass. Just suffice to say that Cat didn't come across as any Bride of Christ. Then again, it's like a magic trick - suddenly makes a kind of simple sense once you know the trick."

In the stall next to them something very rythmic was starting to happen, but the VIP ignored it. "But I have no idea where she is."

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Second Floor – Prefunction
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:36:30


Buckley led the way, followed by the two Syrens and the two new guards bringing up the rear. The all went through the door to the left of the ballroom, which led to a sort of rear access corridor.

As they went in, Etain's sharply dressed erstwhile escort also slipped through the door. The ork barred his way, looking questioningly at Buckley, who looked at the Irish imposter.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Second Floor – Prefunction
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:37:21

Etain cocked her head slightly as she watched the Serenity Studios exec try to slip in the doors behind them and wondered just what he was angling for. When the looks came up the chain of command and ended with Buckley looking at her for permission she smiled slyly with satisfaction. The exec’s presence still made her a little nervous however. One more opportunity for her to get a fact wrong, or be contradicted, but with a slight nod to Buckley she let him inside. He might be a bigger asset to her than a liability.

“He’s ok Buckley. He can come in.�

A glance at the clock in the corner of her eye made her more nervous. The time was ticking down and she needed to get a message to Conall and subtly before he pulled his own tricks out of his sleeve and the whole party descended into chaos. Leaving the slightest trail behind them would be the safest option. Hopefully by now Miss J and Frank had secured the porn star and were getting their answers. She just had to stall a little longer. And get away clean. One might be easier than the other.

There was a good few moments of tense silence as the two women stared each other down and security and the studio exec stood back seeing just what happened next. Etain’s gaze turned back towards the security trio, still choosing to use Buckley as the one with the highest rank, in her eyes at least.

“So… tell me Buckley, what would security do to a party crasher?�

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Floor - Women's Restroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:41:05

"What do you mean 'magic trick'? Did she know real magic? Was she affiliated with a group of some sort?" Carla asked urgently. She caught her breath before continuing, however.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be demanding; I'm extremely thankful that you agreed to speak with me. Since...since it seems that we know two very different sides of the same person, could you briefly tell me who 'Cat' is and what your relation to her was...or is?"

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Floor - Women's Restroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:41:12


"Yeah, ummm....who did you say you were? Cat was someone that confided in me..."

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Floor - Women's Restroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:41:15

"Ah, I see," Carla responded, "...I worked with Esmeralda at the church - until she disappeared, that is. Her friends and colleagues there are worried sick that something happened to her, so we would merely like to locate her and make sure that she is safe and sound."

"I don't suppose you have any reason to believe she might be in danger, or that someone might be after her - do you?"

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Floor - Women's Restroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:41:29


"No, no reason at all - except that I've been accosted in the ladies' room by a caterer interrogating me about her." The woman smiled, at least half-joking. "I guess if you are telling the truth, I should tell you what you want to know. And if you're lying...well, the things I know that could hurt her are confidences I wouldn't betray anyway. So I'll tell you the only thing I can think of about how to find her - although it's not much."
The starlet crossed her long, tanned legs. "She needed...something. I'm not going to go into what. Eventually, she let me help her find it. I told her about a place. There are a lot of them in the 'plex, but this one is special. It's called Ground Zero. I know for a fact she went there a few times, up until maybe a month or so ago. That's all I know that could help you - she never told me anything about where she lived or what she did for a living."
She stood up, obviously ready to leave.
"This place, Ground Zero, it's in Kingsgate. In Redmond. That's a real rough part of town. But something tells me that won't be a problem for you."

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Second Floor, Grand Ballroom Service Corridor
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:37:30


“So… tell me Buckley, what would security do to a party crasher?�

Behind Etain, the Serenity exec was the first to comment - "Good question, since it seems that it will imminently apply to at least one person present."

The ork spoke up - "Shut it, suit. You're here as a courtesy - don't push your luck." Dress uniform or not, it was clear the ork was the designated "bad cop" in these situations. But no amount of scowling or posturing could wipe the amused expression off the executive's face.

Buckley spoke. He was answering the blond Syren's question, but his reply was clearly directed at the brown-haired Syren, who stood quietly with an air of confusion about her. "Well, provided no other damage was done, and the person was compliant, we would merely escort them off the premises."

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Floor - Women's Restroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:41:35

Carla shook the pornstar's hand. "Thank you very much - you've been exceedingly generous," she said sincerely. Zephyr smirked and left the bathroom without a word.

Once she was gone, Carla pulled out her commlink and sent a message to her teammates.

One to Three, Four: I got info. Start heading out as soon as possible - send a message when you're off the premises.

Two: Meet me on the first floor, by the...mud-wrestling ring.

With that, Carla fixed up her uniform and made her way back to the main hall. Once she got downstairs and out of the VIP area, she should be virtually home free.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Second Floor – Grand Ballroom Service Corridor
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:38:21

A smile started to form on her lips as she took a moment to shoot a quick wink in the Exec’s direction before the smile widened and she realized Buckley had provided her the perfect out for a clean get away, if she could twist it properly. And without being in contact with any of the members of her team, she had to trust this had created enough of a distraction that Frank and Miss J would have had enough opportunity to gain access to Zephyr since it was becoming obvious, even through the happiness that the bliss provided her that she wouldn’t have the opportunity she hoped for to reach their target.

“Well gentlemen, then perhaps it’s time you escort the imposter from the premises. But first, if you’ll let me speak my mind for a moment…�

She paused, a gleam in her eye before her attention was fully focused on the hideous looking woman across from her in the hallway who looked meek and almost a timid shell of the woman she had been moments earlier.

“Trust me when I say I meant you no harm.� Her eyes darted to Buckley’s face for a moment and then back to Syren’s “Not to any of you.� She blinked her blue eyes a couple of times and once again the trashy yet sleek beauty of the porn starlet stood in the hallway.

“But this was a little test you might say, an audition of sorts.� Again she blinked and the more “real� version of herself stood before the group, same white-blonde hair, same clothes, Elven ears and amber eyes and a strong Irish lilt to her voice.

“I had t’see for myself that Wolverine could handle situations like this discreetly. Miss Syren again my humblest apologies for involving ye without yer permission, and that of yer friends as well. If there would be any way I could make it up to ye I would indeed offer.� She turned around and looked Buckley in the eyes.

“And ye m’dear lad, ye were magnificent. Ye handled yerself with decorum and integrity and stopped a dreadful situation from getting out of hand. I think Wolverine would be a perfect addition for our little event, and I shall ask specifically for ye to lead the team we hire Buckley and for ye to bring any team members ye wish.�

Her eyes moved over the other two guards with a glance of disarming praise.

“Now if ye’d be kind to let me tell me business partner downstairs that I believe ye have passed the audition with flying colours, I would be happy to let ye escort me from the premises immediately. I just want him to understand that it’s for show and that I’m not in trouble, for he has a bit of a temper to see me in unfavorable situations, and I do not wish to cause any of ye any more trouble than I already have.�

She continued to stand there, her high-society upbringing allowing her to speak with an air of authority and yet one of mystery that might actually add a little credibility to her “story� that she was winging on the spot. She had to get her call to Conall as soon as possible so that “Plan B� could be averted at all costs. Once that was put into motion, there would be no going back and she’d likely not be just “escorted off the grounds� afterwards.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, Second Floor – Grand Ballroom Service Corridor/b]
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:41:21

As she spun her tale the security guards nodded along as if they understood and as if it happened all the time. [b]Syren stood there looking confused but kept silent as she tried to make heads or tails of the situation all around her. Only the studio exec’s eyes were locked on her face, his eyes calling her bluff from ten feet away.

Buckley spoke first, still polite but he was bursting at the seams with pride but his scripted cadence had returned though it was highly unlikely they even had a script for a situation like this.

“I’m glad that myself and the other officers of Wolverine Security could meet your standards and that you are considering using our firm for a future engagement. Now Miss…� He paused as he realized he never had gotten a name from her as of yet, but then continued as Etain appeared to hang on every one of his words. “Well Miss, as much as we would like you to enjoy the rest of the event, it will be required for myself and an officer to escort you from the premises and we will invalidate any legitimate ticket access that you have. Surely you can understand the situation.�

“Of course Buckley, I would expect nothing less than yer complete professionalism.� The young Elf nodded and smiled charmingly.

“As an agent of Wolverine Security, I would appreciate the opportunity to follow up with you concerning your needs for your event. If you could provide us with a name and a means of contacting you for further information I would appreciate it.� The security guard continued. If he hadn’t been so into his job it might have come off as a rather clever way for him to get her phone number.

“Right, me name is Caitriona Driscoll.� She strung together the first few names that came to mind, and quickly provided Buckley with the LTG number for the comm. suite in her old bedroom back in the Tir. She didn’t know if it was still a valid number nor did she care. She did get a moment of amusement from the thought of the possibility of the security team calling and her parents or the staff picking up the call.

“Thank you Miss Driscoll, now if you’ll let Danvers and I escort you downstairs, I trust we won’t have to have the formalities of cuffs as I’m certain there will be no more trouble.� He made a motion to the ork security guard to accompany them as the troll went to Syren’s side to tend to her and get her back out among the guests of the party.

Etain went willingly of course, quickly placing a call down to Conall as she went, with the hopes he hadn’t taken any steps to come to her ‘rescue’ already.

“I’m on my way down darling. Security performed magnificently and I think they’ll be a great asset to the next event. No need to do any additional searches for more information or another company. Wolverine is the team to choose.�

With the call placed she was aware of a direct request to connect to her PAN with a file attachment. As she was “escorted� from the VIP area by security she was also well aware of the executive who had fallen into step beside her as the two guards walked just a pace or two behind the pair. The exec dropped his voice for only her benefit and called her bluff. He was fairly certain that she had tried to scam her way upstairs to get the best shot at getting before all the bigwigs of all the studios in one fell swoop. In no uncertain terms he invited her to screen test with him and his studio in one of the private conference rooms downstairs.

“All my contact information is on that file m’dear. Have the security goons call me directly if they cause you any trouble coming back for that test.�

Etain accepted the v-card and he flashed her one last lewd smile and made no attempt to hide grabbing a nice handful of her ass before he split from the group just at the top of the escalators and returned to the VIP party and to find his seat before the awards got underway.

As she descended the escalator she looked all over for Conall and spotted him lurking on the outskirts of the crowds, not far from where she left him.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, First Floor
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:47:00

After disposing of their uniforms and retrieving their baggage, Krait and Carla were ready to stroll outside the convention like ordinary attendees. Carla, however, did not want to leave until she got confirmation that the rest of the team could get out safely.

While they waited for a confirmation message from the twins, Carla typed up a list of all the vital information she had learned. Krait, being his usual self, pulled out a data transfer cord so that Carla could securely send the information to his commlink.


-Zephyr identifies Esmeralda as Cat.

-Cat "confided" in Zephyr. Why she chose to confide in Zephyr, what she was confiding, and how their relationship even started are all unknown. Perhaps it has to do with the eating-disorders?

-Zephyr made a "joke" that Cat practiced Wiccan Blood Magic. Despite her lack of seriousness, we may want to keep that reference in mind. She also found it difficult to believe that Cat belonged to the Catholic Church, indicating that "Cat" likely has a very different persona from "Esmeralda".

-Zephyr told Cat that she could find what she was looking for (whatever that was) at a place called "Ground Zero" in Kingsgate, Redmond. There are many places like Ground Zero in the 'plex, though there's something unique about this joint. Find out whatever you can about this place, and, if you can, find out what makes it unique from others of its kind.

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Floor - Grand Ballroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:47:05
Krait - Reaching for the Stars
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When Zaphyr had left the table, John had no problem making his way back to the restrooms unmollested by any staff and wait in one of the few empty cells, while the girls talked next door. Judging from the muffled sounds that found their way over to him from the cell next to him, he was gratious that the restroom´s self-cleaning functions where fully operable. When Johnson´s call came in, he wasted no time to get downstairs, sending a request to her, to get his backpack from the checkroom, appropriate code attetched. When he exited the stair case, he opted to head south towards the fron of the building, to avoid passing the same guard as on their way inside. He stoped at the last door separating the public from the staff-only area, opening it barely an inch and holding it open with his heel, while he leaned on the wall next to it.
Diverting part of his Agent´s attention away from the continual scanning, decrypting and sniffing, he commanded it access the staff-information-ARO next to him with the code he had picked up and used earlyer to find Zaphyr. This time, he was looking to score some pay-data or at least some juicy tid-bits that he couls gossip away. While he was mildly concerned for the posibility that accessing any restricted information could rais an alert, it was much more likely that such information would at most be protected by another layer of access-codes. After a few moments of snooping, he headed for the mud-wrestling ring in the exhibition hall, getting out of his uniform-jacket and half-way unbuttoning his shirt again.

After an exchange of information that made the elf wish he had done all the talking for the benefit of later analysis of audio-visual recordings, he asked his boss if she planned any other action tonight. When she declined, he contemplated what else he could get out of this night.

Krait: "If you don´t mind, I´d like to stay for a bit, to pick up some souveniers for my friends - the tickets where hard enough to come by. Just leave at your own accord and I´ll send you what I get on this location tomorrow morning, so we can plan our next steps."

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Floor - Grand Ballroom
Tuesday 8/12/70 23:47:15

"Alright, stay as long as you like," Carla replied to Krait. "Just stay out of trouble and don't get involved with Zephyr; she was bothered enough to be disturbed once, and I don't think she'll appreciate being disturbed again."

Fort Lewis Convention Center, 2nd Floor - Grand Ballroom
Tuesday 8/13/70 00:00:07
John - Entertainment Business Education
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When Ms. Johnson left him to persue his own business, John wondered, if she actually belived that he just wanted to get stuff for his friends, but whatever she thought, the less she knew about his motives, the better.
He started out by screening the booths for some callendar for the electronics shop crew, but also kept an eye out for something Belinda might like. All the while, he recorded everything he perceived, as much out of habit as to catch any scenes to improve the electronic paper wall callender with. While he walked through the corridors built by tables, booths and small curtained alcoves, looking like just another wide-eyed fan-boy, he set up his Agent to start a search on Ground Zero. Later on, he´d try to invite the Guard that let them into the staff-area on a pancake or a beer down the street, to stay in contact.