Jack
William smiles and begins to dig in to his baked ziti, you watch around the restaurant as it begins to fill up. From time to time you see one or two rather rotund italian men in white aprons moving about, talking to what seem to be regulars, laughing and everyone seems to have a good time.

Over the course of the meal William relaxes a little, his shoulder drop an inch or two and his black lether jacket (think a-typical not quite a made man style italian leather) creaks slightly. The waitress brings plate after plate of bread and salad as it is consumed. The food is spot on perfect la famiglia style. After the meal, Willaim slots his credstick and begins to walk out.
"One more thing, a few weeks before we broke up, she was always wearing this wierd jumpsuit. Had like this wierd symbol or something, but she wasn't in a sorority or anything. Refused to tell me what it meant, that I shouldn't ask."

Jack considers the new information and doles out for the meal. He'll just call it an expense later.

`Think you could sketch out the symbol? Might be it's some cult or something, I've got a few associates who could check into it.`

Jack
"Sure, one sec."
William sketches out something on his pock-sec and prints out a small slip of paper.
"Here you go. Maybe you can make more sense of this."

Jack takes a moment to look over the drawing, and nods.

`Doesn't mean much to me, other than it could be something from a cult. I'll consult with my associates.`

He pockets the paper, offering the kid a hand.

`Thank you for the help, I'll keep you informed.`

Jack
William takes your hand, "No problem. Just find her okay? She's really not a bad girl, just didn't have a decent role-model growing up. She's spent a lot of time rebelling against and trying to earn the notice of a father who frankly doesn't act like one. Please, call me if you hear anything."

Jack heads out into the night, making his way through the omnipresent drizzle of Seattle sunshine to his car. He finds himself soaked and on his way back to the office where he files his findings and emails them to the rest of the team.

At around 9:30 PM Jack heads home to his apartment, the day weary upon his mind.

Natalya
You head over to the cafeteria, you find the building locked for the night though through the door window you can see odd lights.

Natalya casts clairvoyance to get a better view.

Natalya
Inside the cafeteria you see a blur of manifested anger given a humanesque form. It is throwing around tables, chairs, food, anything it lays what passes for hands upon. It stops, and turns towards your 'vantage point', it seems to be aware of your spell.
The details of the form come into sharp focus, a human male, at least he was. There is a hole that passes straight through his chest where his heart should be; from both hands drips blood that vanishes before it reaches the floor.

He seems to be waiting.

Gil, "Nat, sitrep? What the hell is going inside?"

Gil
As you try to contact Natalya, the room grows cold again.
Spinning round you see on one of the doors, frost grows rapidly as a message slowly becomes visible, as though some unseen finger is writing a note for you.
"Moon lady in danger"

Gil draws his pistol and breaks into a dead run for the cafeteria, desperately trying to contact Nat, "Nat! For god's sakes, get outta there!"

Greg, oblivious to the danger his teammates are in, wakes up from his nap and decides he had better fill in the rest of the team on what he has found. He calls Tom up on his cell phone. "Hey Tom, I've done some searching. Turns out the O'Malley kid has an online journal that he has been updating daily for two years or so. Yeah, souns like a jackpot, but it's looking like he's innocent. I don't think he's the culprit here. I also tracked down that orc chick who delivered the pizza. We could interview her. How are you guys doing?"

"There's something in there... another spirit, a man this time. He's not happy, and he knows I'm here... I want to know what he has to say."

"Don't go in! Delia says you are in danger," says Gil in between gasps.

Natalya
You can hear Gil's words both from the phone and from just behind you, he seems around 20m away. Inside, something else seems to have taken the spirits attention. It's back is too you and it is slowly movnig forward, as though stalking prey.

"Huh?" Nat looks round with the spell to try to see what it's stalking, and waits for Gil to cover the remaining ground to catch up with her.

Natalya
You see the young girl you spoke with earlier, she is hudled in a shadow, partially hidden. Near her is a broken tray and something seems wrong with her right leg, the angle isn't right for the way she is laying. The spirit is slowly moving in her direction, either it hasn't spotted her yet or it's letting her fear build.

After leaving the message on Tom's phone, Greg calls Jack up. "Hey Jack, what's going on? Tom isn't answering his phone. You kno what he's up to?"

Greg
Jack hands you a scrap of a printout. "Got that from the O'Malley kid. He said he saw it on a jumpsuit or somesuch that the Mendelson kid was wearing, said she wouldn't tell him what it was. Look, it's been a bad night what with the traffic, the pricks at the 'Star and then topping it off in the heart of litlle Italy. I'm goin to bed, make sure the others get that sketch."

Nat drops the spell.

"Gil! Quick!"

The second he catches up...

"There's a girl in there with some kind of spirit, we've got to help her!"

She focuses her magic on protecting herself, Gil, and the girl (all dice in spell defence) and bursts into the room.

Gil brings up his pistol and settles into a combat stance, trying to get his breathing back under control.

Gil and Natalya
It doesn't take long to realise that the buidling is secured for the night, the spirit seems to have lost interest in the prey for now, it casts about looking for more deritus to throw at the walls.

"Know any spells that can get us in?"

"Perhaps."

Nat rests her hand on the lock and casts analyse device to get a better understanding of the lock.

"If not, I'll just shoot the lock."

"Hold on just a minute... Follow me." Gil heads for the vent/duct. Pointing to the duct, "After you, my lady..."

Greg calls Gil on his cell phone, hoping to finaly get a response.

Gil fights the urge to curse as he reaches into his pocket for his cell phone, "Yeah? Party atmosphere's a little tense here, man..."

Greg is oblivious at first to Gil's sense of urgency. "Hey, Tom and I got some good info out of the O'Malley kid, and I'm pretty sure he's innoc- what's with the heavy breathing? You get in a fight? Need backup?"

Gil & Natalya
As the cell phone conversation begins, the doors at the entrance begin to rattle with unearthly force.

"Location is girl's hostel cafeteria. In pursuit of paranormal suspect. I say again suspect is paranormal. Situation is critical... Backup is required. Gil out." Gil drops into a combat crouch with his pistol pointed at the door.

Greg's mind goes into overdrive. He hurriedly puts his armored long coat back on over his armored vest, straps on his gun holster, and grabs his gear and credstick. Racing outside, he franticly flags down a cab and orders the driver to get him to the university ASAP, promising to pay double if he can do it in under ten minutes.

Gil: "After you, my lady..."

Nat looks at the opening, and tries to gather her thoughts. Despite her compulsion to dive in and help the girl, she's hit by the fear, she really would rather not confront this thing in this way. Especially not if she's going to have to put herself in such a vulnerable position while entering.

Her voice tembles as she almost chokes on her retort. "I... I... No... No way. If it was the door... fine, but no... not that way."

The door rattles.

"Drek." Her heart sinks further. "You're the big man, kick it in or something."

Greg
A yellow cab pulls up, as it comes to a stop, the body lowers with a loud hiss. The interior is deocrated with fuzzy danglies and the driver has defintely seen better days, you're not sure when those days might have been, they sure as drek ain't now. As you give your instructions he asks, "What floa?" and stomps the accelerator. You hear a whine of a deinitively non-standard (probably not street legal) engince wind up as your are thrust back into the seat firmly.
Traffic is heavy, and a blur. Within a few minutes you are at the university. The driver, holds out the stick ready to you with a toothy, gap mouthed smile.

"Pincer and tail. I go through the front door as a diversion, you sneak in and grab the girl. OK?"

Paying the driver double the fare displayed on the counter, as promised, Greg stutters a quick thanks as he runs out the door and into campus. He thumbs his microtranceiver on, hoping that Greg and Natalya are using theirs. "Guys, I'm at the campus, where are you?"

"Kindstrom Hall cafeteria..."

Greg runs like hell to Kindstrom Hall, entering the door labeled "cafeteria."

Greg
As you approach the building you see the occaisonal odd lights within. Coming closer you see Gil and Natalya steeling themselves to enter.

Gil and Natalya
As you ready yourselves, you the the thumping steps of someone running up.

"Hey, what's the score?" Greg puffs. "What are we fighting?"

"A malevolent spirit, probably a spectre." Nat pauses "And I'm not sure how we intend to fight it."

"I don't know about you, but I only have one way to fight a spirit," Greg says, popping out his cyberspurs. "How about his: Gil runs interference, shooting at it with his gun to distract it, giving you time to toss a mondo spell at it. Once you weaken it with the spell, I run in and slice it up."

"No problem from my end... Bait... That's me,"replies Gil sardonically.

"dpn't worry, it's only for 2 seconds. I'm the one who actually has to brawl with it."

"Right, so I can sling spells, ergo I can kill things just by thinking about it. That may be the case on the trid sunshine, but that's so not how it works in the real world! At best I can blind it, but realistically, I can probably make it look slightly less menacing."

"Let me guess, you never learnt "Sleep" or "Knockout" spells? Just great."

Tom is roused from his slumber by the sound of his cellphone ringing in his trouser pocket across the room... Barely awake, he turns over and contempletes who could be calling him at this time of night.

The ringing stops and Tom snuggles down into the bedclothes, only to be woken again by his telecom anouncing that a message had been recieved.

"Play." says tom drearily, propping his torso upright using his arms as he listens to the message from greg.

"Return call, no video"
"The number is engaged"
"Then tell me when it's not."

Tom hoists himself out of bed and pulls his work clothes back on as the telecom eventually confirms that Greg's phone is free. Making the call from his desk, he tries to make it look like he's been working at home.

"Hey Greg. Thanks for the heads up. Did you get my message?"

Natalya
As you 'converse' with Gil and Greg about strategy and tactics, you feel a tug from the pendant on your mind.