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Post by thagema on Nov 8, 2006 1:22:23 GMT -5
The flight from Reno was uneventful. Knowing that the plane wouldn't be the best place to discuss the upcoming mission the team occupied themselves quietly during the two hour flight.
The Guzman airport was busy. Professionals, vacationers and airport personnel scurried about conducting their day to day business never noticing the team. As promised, the team's bags were able to bypass all but the most basic scanning. The bags showed no sign of tampering and no one asked any questions.
Outside the airport, the team could see the sprawl of Century Station. Unlike most other U.S. cities, this one was special not only for the crime rate, but for the occassional personally owned hover-car gliding through the air. The hover-cars were strictly the providence of the wealthy and only a few could be seen well outside of the restricted air space surrounding Guzman airport.
Not surprisingly, no one arranged for a limo to pick up the team. Transportation and lodging would have to be arranged for themselves. Taxis and rental cars are all available.
For Dante, this was a bittersweet homecoming. Looking out over the city from the airport brought back many memories which he had buried since he last saw the city.
By the time the team made it out of the airport, bags in hand, the local time was 7:00 pm. The meeting is scheduled for tomorrow evening at the nightclub, Beneath Hades, at 8:30 pm. The club presumably will be less populated on a Tuesday night.
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Post by albatross on Nov 9, 2006 19:44:27 GMT -5
[Tiger]
She looks out at the parking lot, slightly disappointed the vehicles she ordered aren't ready yet. Of course, Omega Shield doesn't have limitless resources and connections, so she brushes aside the issue thinks over their options.
"Let's take a hotel shuttle bus." She says thoughtfully. "It will be big, we can all ride with all our 'bags' and we won't need to take three cabs or rent a mini-van."
She smiles, "and the driver will have no way of knowing we are all traveling together, he just picks everyone up at the airport and drops everyone off at the same hotel."
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Post by shiivster on Nov 9, 2006 21:47:14 GMT -5
*looks 'sleepy' and nods as if really groggy. the eyes working overtime checking the area's cameras. then just seems to keep the back mostly aimed at them as the few bags she had and gets them in hand.
[ 36/71 streetwise .. 55/81 detect concealment .. 62/86 detect ambush ]
*continuing with the 'i'm sleepy and barely awake' ruse, stumbles along behind the others. her senses starting to get edgy, like when her twin would leap out and tackle her. HIS favorite game of 'i'm the crook, you be the cop' .. and ended up being the 'dead cop' before becoming more clever to out think her sibling
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Post by dakota on Nov 9, 2006 21:50:34 GMT -5
" What ever you say." Khris replied, trying to stretch out the kinks of being cramped up on the plane, but was really relaxing a bit so he could reach out with his abilities and sensors to make sure there weren't any surprises waiting for them as he picked up his bags. He sputtered under his breath. " Great, cooped up in another bloody ride. What a vacation this is turning into."
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Post by shiivster on Nov 9, 2006 22:04:42 GMT -5
*seems to make no comment or acknowledging the others as she pauses to gain a couple of paces and then continues to follow. rubbing at the eyes and giving the impression of someone who's totally wiped*
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Post by Dome on Nov 9, 2006 23:13:02 GMT -5
Putting his hand to his head as if he has a migraine, Dante says to whoever is in ear shot, "Growing up I alwasy used to think this city gave me a headache, that it always felt dark. My family laughed it off and said I was just imagining it. Now that I know about my abilities, I realize I had been sensing the darkness in the city, and it's gotten worse too. Alot worse."
Reaching into his pocket and drawing the sunglasses given to him earlier he slips them on. "Let's get this mission done, and get out of here."
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Post by shiivster on Nov 10, 2006 13:41:36 GMT -5
*wonders briefly if Heckle ever came here while 'testing' a gadget or not, and finally comes up blank. so in her mind at least none of her gadgets would be known here. yawning as part of the cover, continues to mull over possibilities and pauses once to look at a city directory and makes a note of various places and then resumes her trailing along to arrive at the busstop and meeting up with the others.
*the various layers/sectors of the city now locked in the head along with the various busses that are available. sits down on a bench near the others, but a bit apart and checks her watch and compares it againsst the time that is listed on the board and then nods sleepily at another person just arriving
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Post by dakota on Nov 11, 2006 1:15:29 GMT -5
Khris looked at Dante and grinned. " The only thing thaht makes this dump so dark is because I came calling. what's your bloody hurry anyways, rookie? they should have taught you that rushing only gets you mistakes, not results."
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Post by shiivster on Nov 11, 2006 1:28:48 GMT -5
*looks exhausted but decides to go on a limb here and stands up and while stretching out the imagined crimps she whispers the following* 'be nice old man ... not everyone is world wise like you. i'm not .. my bro is. but i don't think youwould have seen him. i don't think he's in your caliber or league. but one day he might be ... if ... ' *trails off from the sleep low comment to stare off at a spot in the road briefly
'anyways .. i think you and i need to have a talk sometime. so we can have a few ground rules ... alright? .. just you and me. a meeting of the minds to find out what i can do to help you do your job ... '
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Post by dakota on Nov 11, 2006 1:45:18 GMT -5
Khris gave Jeckle a sidelong glance. " What? you've watched Blade too many times with that ' You build the weapons and I use them' talk. " He shook his head. " Tell you what, you make me a list of what you can do, and I'll let you know what I'm interested in, okay? Unless she tells me different. " He motioned to Tiger.
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Post by albatross on Nov 11, 2006 8:42:17 GMT -5
[Tiger]
The hotel shuttle pulls up and takes everyone to the best hotel in town, a towering structure built when more people had money and a reason to visit Century Station. The vacancy rate is high, and the rooms are expensive, even though the place was never as good as the Four Seasons or anything.
“Ask for the reservation under the room number I give you and nod along with whatever name they call you. It won’t match any of your documents and they won’t need to see identification here. Meet in suite 804 in one hour, we’ll have a short meeting and that will be it until tomorrow.” She turns to Shroud, “802 Mr. Andersen,” then she faces Jeckle, “805 Mrs. Smith,” to the Magician she says, “803 Mr. Johnson,” and then Dante, “806 Mr. Carlson.”
She smiles and walks up to the counter, collecting eight key cards to the suite and one for room 807. “Right this way Miss Taylor,” a bellhop loads her bag on to a big shiny cart and rolls it on to the elevator. Tiger notes the location of the pool, a restaurant, and the fedex kinkos on the first floor, and sees in the elevator that the gym is on the second floor while the bar and two more restaurants are all the way on the top floor.
Room 807 has a king sized bed, three telephones, work desk, coffee maker, full size iron and ironing board, dataport, voicemail, 25'' remote control TV, cable TV with premium channels, pay per view movies, hair dryer, and wireless high speed internet. The bottle of Jack Daniel’s she ordered is on the desk and she smiles when she thinks of the drinks she ordered for everyone else. She gives the bellhop three twenty dollar bills and thanks him, closing the door.
Tiger immediately strips down for a shower and unpacks one of her Ruger’s and loads it, while taking out her vibro-arm claws as well. She takes a quick shower and leaves for the suite after half-an-hour wearing a black women’s suit with her arm claws under her sleeves and one of her Ruger’s in a shoulder rig.
She listens outside the door and opens it to the two bedroom suite. Elegant king bedrooms with private parlors. Classic french doors separate the rooms. Each room has upscale Mahogany furnishings and private bathrooms. Suite features coffee maker, hair dryer, full size iron and ironing board, plush terrycloth robes, three phones with dataports, cable TV with premium channels, oversized work desk, breakfast table, wet bar and wireless high speed internet.
She sits at the oversized desk and waits for everyone else to arrive.
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Post by shiivster on Nov 11, 2006 17:32:14 GMT -5
*having followed the group to the eigth floor, takes the key card to room 805 and once inside moves to the table and sets the bag there and then takes the coat off. she then takes the time to give her room a visual and quick search for any camera/listening devices and then heads to the bathroom and freshens up.
'give you a *yawns and obscures part of her comment* do? .. gimme a break, that would take forever to do' *then reshuffles things in the coat and takes out the workings for something and starts to work on it, the timer on thewatch set for 10 minutes before the meeting time. more interested just now in finishing the holo-imager, than in seeing what is in the room just now.
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Post by Dome on Nov 11, 2006 21:26:40 GMT -5
Dante ignores the old man and whatever he has to say. His opinion means little to him, as Dante is the only one in the group that can really feel how bad this city is.
As he walks in the room, Dante drops his clothes bag in the corner and his equipment bag on the bed. He removes his collapsible staff and slides it into the holder he had added in the inner lining of his over coat. The collapsible night sticks get slid one in each boot.
Looking the room over, "I'm not pleased about being back in town, but at least the room is top shelf," he says to himself
O.O.C.: I'm assuming that every room is laid out the same. Is it?
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Post by shiivster on Nov 12, 2006 0:11:27 GMT -5
*by the time the beeper goes off, she's put the blueprints down and the list of things to check on later. the other items listed on the small pad show her attempt to do what Shroud asked, and then tucks it away and cleans up her things .. and finally notices the 'case' in the room and opens it up and sees the bottles ... 'interesting ... how ... nice'
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Post by dakota on Nov 12, 2006 1:35:51 GMT -5
Khris let himself into his room, and closed his eyes as his sensors check out the room. He wasn't sure why he was so surly towards the others, but after thinking about it, decided he didn't care. Spotting the bottle of Scotch on the desk, he smiled. " Clever girl." He poured himself a glass after dropping his bags on the bed and took it to the shower with him.
After drying himself off, he changed into a pair of khakis and a golf shirt. He sat on the edge of the bed and took a gun cleaning kit from his bag. Picking up his sandals, he did another quick sweep of the room before the sandals disappeared from his hands and was replaced with his Dragunov sniper rifle. He removed the specially designed oversized clip and tore down the rifle, meticulously cleaning it.
As twenty minutes, he reloaded the magazine and inserted it in the rifle before the sandals reappeared in his hands. He slipped them on and proceeded to toss his bags to the desk and picked up the remote, searching the channels until he found a soccer match and settled on the bed to watch. Instead he dozed off..
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