Q walking into the Lobby see Miho making her way for the elevators. Q walked over to the main desk and gets in line if there is one to check in. Taking note of all personnel in the lobby and manning the check in desk.

Q.

There is no line, though there are a lot of people in the lobby. Mostly humans and elves, a few dwarves, no trolls or orcs. The radiant young lady behind the desk smiled at you as came up.

"Sir, I'm sorry we have a no weapons on the premises policy. According to our door scan you are carrying. You can check your weapon here if you are a guest, or I am afraid I will have to ask you to leave. As for if we have any rooms I am afraid we re fully booked through the weekend. You can however check our Matrix site for any last minute cancellations."

Miho

There are a bank of elevators in a cubby in the rear of the lobby. For the first 6 floors they are visible in the vaulted ceiling of the expensive hotel. 6 cars total service the 30 some odd floors of the hotel.

Miho approaches the elevators, continueing to peruse the pamphlet to determine where areas of the hotel are. She sits against a pillar in the lobby in front of the elevators, waiting for someone with a room-key out to come to the elevators, her intent being to get a room-number and through interaction, a name to make faking her residence here a bit easier.

When/If approached by personel of the hotel, she tells them she's waiting on her brother to come down because they're suppose to go to the <Insert Hotel Store Name> for stuff together.

Miho

A woman about the same age as Miho walks by her. Miho catches a snippet of conversation, the name "Railey", and room 2412. Enough for her to bluff her way past any questioning guards.

Q replying to the Girl behind the counter.

"Thank you got he room information, I guess I’ll have to find another hotel for them or suck it up and bring them into my house" he sighs. " Oo yeah, I forget to take that thing off at work, I'm sorry" Gives a big smile. "I'm a plain cloths security guard down at the promenade. I came over here after work, I for get to change some times. Again I’m sorry I set off any alarms for walking in. Have a nice day."
Marco will then walk back out the Valet doors following the building.

"Not a problem sir, we just like to ensure the security of our guests, please have a nice day and check with us again for your future hotel needs."

As Q walks out he spots a couple of uniformed guards standing near a door in the back. Both are armed and are looking in his general direction.

Q walks out the Hotel, keeping an eye on the guards that were eyeing him. Walking around the Hotel Q is looking for an other entrance, a side door/ loading dock/ something like that.

"Four, Six is heading around back. Base can you meet me back there?"

Six, Base, negative, no vehicle access to the rear of the hotel.

Miho finishes assessing the bottom floor, then moves on to the recreation area which the pamphlet says is located on the next floor up. She stops at the desk to the fitness area, looking at the girl behind the reception desk with some amount of interest.

"You guys have Sauna and stuff?", she asks the girl who looks young enough to be her own age, "Your hair nice, where you done it?"

"Base how about the parking garage? is that on the other side of the complex? I'll walk around the whole place till i get to there and drop off stuff stuff."
Q walks around the place, keeping an eye out for beach cops, hotel security camera's and chicks on the beach. Slowly making his way to the parking garage.

Six, Base, the parking garage underlies the main building. There's no public access. I don't think we should try and breach the perimeter yet.

Miho,

the girl smiles blankly at you, "yes ma'am, we have a full range of fitness and recreational facilities. As for my hair I have it done at the hotels salon on the promenade downstairs."

Q

The entrance to the parking garage is part of the drop off point in front of the main doors. 2 lanes are drive through, 2 enter and exit the parking garage. The design is such so that as you are pulling up in front of the hotel you can chose to simply drop some one off or go to the underground garage. While there is certainly elevator and stair access it doesn't look like there is pedestrian access off the road.

The complex sprawls onto and over the beach (allowing people to walk under it) and then over the water about 100 meters. It looks like vendors use the shaded area created by the sprawling complex to do biz. The beach is full of families and people sunning themselves. More than one woman glances your way as you step onto the hot sand.

The comm system would take some getting used to. But as Konton mentioned he was about to summon up some security, she was reminded of something alot more familiar.

"Three, Five. Think I'll step out and fix up a bit more aerial surveillance and defense."

Heading out under the open sky, Carmen called forth a spirit of the sky. A parrot appeared and landed on her outstretched arm. Continuing to spin the magic, she brought it into it's Great form. She released it once more, with orders to patrol the area, and inform her of any suspicious activities in the area. With the spirit off, she headed back in to see what Konton was cooking up.

Six, Base, if you're looking for a rendezvous, I'll meet you streetside at the entrance to the beach access road in six minutes.

Miho rolled her eyes at the girl, automatonic bitch she thought as she looked around. "So, what else can do here while bored?", she asked holding the pamphlet and trying to find what is where, an endeavor she's been trying for the past 10 minutes without success apparently. "Your hair nice, but not so nice for me, too pretty for me, everything is here dis floor and on prominant? I go look at pool?"

"Copy that base."

Five minutes, fifty five seconds after his last transmission, Grendel brought the Bison to a stop ten meters shy of the driveway leading down to the hotel's beachfront. A pair of red and white striped gates blocked the access road, secured together by a chain and padlock. He noted that on his overlay of the hotel grounds. After a moment, Q appears around the side of the hotel, strolling with no particular hurry along the sidewalk. Once he is adjacent to the heavy van, Grendel unlocks and opens the sliding cargo door, allowing Q to drop his pistol onto the seat. The door closes as quickly as it opened, and Q continues to stroll down the sidewalk, whistling softly as if he were simply enjoying the late afternoon sunshine and the cool ocean breeze.

Marco continues on to the parking garage main entrance after dropping off his gun at base.

Marco walks over the meridian dividing the hotels main entrance from the entrance/exit to the garage. He slips past the sign that says 'no pedestrian traffic' and down into the garage. No one is really watching so it isn't that hard. The one lane down is comfortably wide, it could easily fit Grendel’s Bison with a foot or two to spare.

1600 hours July 1. 36 hours to arrival

Grendel's Bison rolled into the hangar and came to a stop. Miho and Q emerged from the side doors, recon complete. Security at the hotel was as expected, moderate and nearly invisible. Infiltrating it shouldn't be a problem.

Circling high in the air above the local Corpus Christi grid, Gabriel had no worries in the world. He floated amongst the clouds of data, zipping by the numerous hosts. He took his time, glancing at the scenery from high up. The constant flapping of his wings was like a soothing music to his ears. Leblanc could have zipped to the Hilton's host in a split second, but this had much more... flair!

The Hilton's host was a highly stylized technological version of the real building. All shimmer and silver, it was shining brightly and pulsating with life. Gabriel's barefoot touched down on the virtual pavement. This was the place... it was time to get things rolling.

Gabriel quickly spotted the doorman. The man was dressed in red, like the one's of the old days. With a little flicker of the angel's hand, the man seemed to be distracted by some far out noise and turned his head away. The angel batted his wings, ducking under the doorman's outstretched arm and through the revolving door in blazing speed.

I will not fear the perils of the tempests of the weather or evil sorceries used against me on my journey today, for all doors hath been opened unto me no matter how they have been closed.

Leblanc chuckled to himself. This was going to be a cakewalk! Quickly taking a look at the splendid lobby, filled with people going about their business, Gabriel took a bible out of his coat pocket and started flipping through the pages, looking for something.

Orange 6... I guess the rumor that they were pumping security up was true...

The bible went back into his pocket.

This might be trickier than I expected.

Ducking around the different users, he made his way to the main desk. Buttoning his coat all up on the way, his wings folded back, his form slowly started matching the background. Seeing the desk clerk ignoring him, he jumped over the desk, and pulled the registry off of it. Gabriel hid under the desk, while he frantically copied the guest list down on a roll of parchment. The upload finished, he replaced the file where he had grabbed it... when a small fly started buzzing around him.

They're already on me....

He started to reach for his sword, with the intention of splitting the Probe IC in two... but decided against it. He still had time to make his moves. Moving with haste, he made his way to the security console and started mapping all the cameras he need to control for the run. In a few seconds, he had them all pinpointed.

The fly was gone for a few seconds: Gabriel probably had given him the slip... or so he thought. Out of the ceiling, a large camera popped down, zapping a beam of light at him.

What?! What the heck is a Trace 8 doing here?!!!!

Without thinking, the angel spread his wings, quickly batting his way out of the beam. An outline of his former self stayed where he was, trapping the beam of light within it. The camera started going insane, panning all around to pick up the decker again. The Relocate program seemed to be working... but the Trace would soon beat it. He now had to move, and fast.

Grabbing the security records and a large plume off one of his wings, Gabriel was about to add a new security account to the records when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around, holding the records under his arm, to meet the dark sunglasses of a tall man. Wearing a dark gray suit, he had a white earpiece and didn't seem happy at all. As he drawing his gun out, Gabriel reopened the book he was holding, and wrote the account down as fast as he could. The pistol roared in the lobby, going straight for the angel.

With the Lord and Virtue at my right hand I am victorious this day against all adversity and adversaries for the Lord will wound even kings in the day of His wrath

As he threw the records away from him, back where he had picked it up, Gabriel raised both hands in front of him, raising a large wall of flame. The bullet melted before it could reach its target.... but the second shot wasn't stopped by the armor utility. It passed thru, hitting the angel in the left shoulder. No blood poured out of the wound, but Chris could feel the icon's code corrupting itself. The wound wasn't extreme... but it was there. The camera was now starting to get its focus back: it was would pick his data trail very soon.

For a few seconds, Christophe thought about ducking it out with the IC. His hand was already around the handle of his flaming sword, under his coat. In a few slices, he could dice the gray code to bits... but now was not the time to fight. It was the time to flee.

And thine eye shall not pity; but life shall go for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot.

Raising both arms to the sky, the angel called down the fire from Heaven. In a large flash of smoke and flames, the icon vanished from the system.

Christophe still hadn’t opened his eyes, and he could feel the slight headache of his meat body.

Graceful logoff my ass... You haven’t seen the last of Gabriel... I'll crash that fragging host before this is all done.

When Leblanc eyes finally opened, it was as if he had just regained life. He took a deep breath in, and jaunted forward in his seat. For a few seconds, the decker was hyperventilating, but then regain his calm. His whole body was stiff from the lack of exercise, and his hands felt slightly numb on the deck's keyboard. He tried getting up by leaning forward, but quickly decided against it. A splitting headache was drumming in his head, and he could feel the acidy taste of bile in his mouth. Painfully, he pulled the jack out of his head plug and left the cord beside him as he reached to massage his temples.

Ok... That was NOT cool...

It took him a few moments to realize that techno music was still assaulting his ears..., which probably didn't help his headache. Turning off the playback unit, he finally mustered up the strength to get. Empty drinks and plates were set about his seat, here and there. He navigated between them, the swirling world around him making him feel dizzy. He took the most relaxed and carefree demeanor her could and stepped into the kitchen. The floor seemed cold under his bare feet. Trying to avoid Konton’s eyes, he grab a chair and sat down.

All, Two; the Hilton's system is under our control. It was a real cakewalk.

“Hoi mate, whats for dinner?”

He gave him a large smirk.

...where the heck is Wraith...