To The Rescue

Vixen leans her elbows casually on the waist-high barrier that seperates the patrons from an 80 story fall to certain death. Her gaze takes in the endless landscape of lights. She sips from the glass of sherry that sparkles in the peek-a-boo moonlight. A moment passes and she places the glass gently on the top of the wall and reaches up and removes her dark glasses. She drops them into a black leather purse and hunts out a pack of cigarettes and lighter. She attempts to light her cigarette but needs to turn her back to a light breeze that keeps snuffing the zippos flame. Facing towards the dance floor, her eyes narrow upon a man and a woman arm in arm on the dance floor. A delicate asian woman in the arms of a dashing older man, with hair just starting to turn to gray at his temples. As if sensing her stare the man's eyes move in her direction and delivers a fleeting, yet cruel smile. She lights her cigarette deliberatly. Intentionally cool. She inhales the smoke into her lungs and then exhales a plume of smoky mist into the chill spring air. With little change in her expression she turns her back on him and picks up her crystal snifter and begins to walk along the length of the balcony. Her expression thoughtful. Her gaze returns to the city scape that lies as far as the eye can see. A brief flash of physical pain crosses her features and she lifts a trembling hand to her temple. Closing her eyes and leaning heavily against the wall for a moment.

Janie really does clean up nicely. Oh, she'll never be as mindbogglingly hot as her lover, but when she makes an effort, the effect - especially to people who know her and are used to seeing her in her street outfit - can be surprising. Part of it is her bearing; poise without pretense, an economy of movement and stance that projects calm ease. There is obviously no doubt in her mind that she has a natural right to be here - and even the bouncers aren't immune to that.

Janie passes through the security checks without incident - apparently she's left her guns in the trunk of her bike for a change - and heads into the room proper. She glances around casually to take in the scene, then spots a familiar figure by the window.

A familiar figure whose body language suggests she's not nearly as much at ease here as she tries to let on. She heads over. "Evenin', Vix. How're ye doin'?"

The way she dresses is not really Vixen's style. Though people do change. She seems too serious you think to be Chammy. The cues are mixed a bit. But Vixen in a dress? And she even looks comfortable in it. That is a little strange. After a brief moment of obvious weakness she straightens and drops her hand and lifts her chin almost defiantly. She takes another drag on her cigarette. Unaware of the beautiful redhead that is turning more than her share of heads. And then Janie is speaking to her and she turns and looks at the woman. For a brief moment you get the distinct impression that she doesn't know who you are. The blank stare slowly receeds and she smiles, "Janie!" She looks around, "Are you alone?"

Janie raises an eyebrow at the question, but declines to indicate the throng of people around them. "I came here on my own, if that's what ye're askin'," she replies. "What's up?" she asks, then - it's obvious that /something/ is…

Vixen ohs, "I thought maybe May dragged you here." The woman shrugs it off, "I'm here with Dr. Morgan." She nods to the older man dancing on the dance floor with the Asian woman. "Though at the moment it seems he has found other entertainment." The last said wryly and without jealousy. Though again when her eyes seek him out theirs a bit of malice there.

Janie shakes her head as she looks the man over. "May's in Japan right now gatherin' magical stuff," she replies. "I don't think I know th'good Doctor, but I take it there's a reason ye took him here?"
Vixen looks at Janie and then nods a bit. She looks at the older man as he twirls the small dark haired beauty across the dance floor and shakes her head, "No. You don't know him. And he brought me, not the other way around." She finishes her drink and looks up as a waitress appears like magic at your side, "May I get either of you something?" Vixen (or whoever this is) places her glass on the tray and nods, "I'll have…"

"She is fine." A man's french tinged accent say's from behind Janie. "I think you've had enough to drink Eve."
Janie turns to regard the man. "An' ye are—?" she asks.

The man bows politely to Janie, "Dr. Steve Morgan. At your service madame." Vixen simply smiles at the waitress and shakes her head, "I'm fine." She glances at Janie and say's, "He's my doctor. And husband." Steven smiles and moves to Vixen's (or whoever this is) side. He drops a kiss on her temple. Vixen stares at you a moment and say's, "He works for Veritaus." She probably shouldn't have said that because you notice his hand on her elbow tighten. But her expression doesn't change. "Was you doctor dear." She repeats, "Was my doctor." The vibes Vix is giving off are downright creepy.

«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Willpower vs TN 6 for "Not reacting to that name as if I recognize it is going to be /very/ tricky…":
1 1 2 2 3 4 5 11 = 1 Success

«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Willpower - 1 vs TN 6 for "KP 2/36":
1 2 3 4 4 5 15 = 1 Success

Vixen would know that Janie knows enough about her history to realize what's likely going on… But whoever this 'Eve' is might not. Especially if what's left of Vixen or Silverfox can keep it from her. "Veritaus?" Janie asks politely, tilting her head inquisitively. "Some kind o'psychiatry hospital, I take it?"

The silver haired woman starts to answer, but a warning touch from the doctor stills her tongue. The man smiles, "Yes. Eve came to us for help. I'm happy to report that she's much improved." He touches her cheek lightly. She stands as still as white alabaster. The doctor smiles at Janie and says, "Unfortunately dear, we have to go. My business partners are waiting." He turns and say's, "I don't think I caught your name Miss…?"

"Bradders," Janie replies. "Janet Bradders. I'm somethin' o'an old friend o'hers," she smiles as naturally as she can manage while communicating with her Ally.

~Athena, drop whatever you're doing; I need you to send a message to Samuel.~
~I'm on it. Regular or emergency?~
~… Regular. We'll have to act fast but unless he's already in the vicinity I don't think he'll be able to get here in time to affect the immediate situation. Use my encryption code <data> and send this message: "Vixen surfaced, apparently 'married to' and in custody of a Veritaus operative. Likely brainwashed. New personality named 'Eve'; remembers some things but has memory gaps, probably caused by resistance from her other personas. Currently at Higher Altitude but her 'husband' is getting ready to leave.~

A pause, then: ~Done. Should I come to you as well?~
~Negative. Stay by the phone for now.~

Sam had been heading back in to town from Thistlewood. It's hard being there much anymore, but its easier with the presence of a new family living there. Hard to be around old ideals, old memories and old feelings. He takes the call from Athena, indicating he understands and is in route to the Higher Altitude. ETA is 7 minutes.
The response to Johny comes fairly quickly: "Understood. I'll try to stall them but I doubt I'll be able to keep them that long."

Vixen say's into the silence, "She's a… Friend." Not sure how to qualify Janie. She holds memories of the woman. Or are those Vixen's memories. She nods to Steven. "If you could collect my coat dear." He gives Janie a suspicious look and then politely says, "Very nice to meet one of your friends Eve." His accent French. A final warning squeeze on the woman's elbow and then he drifts into the ballroom and back to the foyer to gather their coats. The woman that looks like Vixen but don't quite act like her smiles at Janie, "Sorry about that. He's a bit possessive." As much warning as she can deliver the woman. She watches him leave. A cold, angry look follows his progress.

Janie nods. "So is that what ye were doin' in France?" she asks as she watches Steven leave, then glances around casually. It's always possible he might have associates keeping an eye on his 'wife' while he's away…

«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Intelligence for "Lessee…":
3 4 5 5 10 11

The woman called Eve by the good doctor, nods a bit and then say's as if on cue. "Yes, I went to Veritaus because they are the best at what they do." Her voice flat. Her response lacking enthusiasm or strong inflection. She flicks her cigarette which has burned to the filter over the balcony. Watching the ember as it falls for a moment until its lost to sight. Eighty floors up is a long way.

At the moment there doesn't appear to be anyone watching.
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Centering vs TN 4 for "Centering for successes since there aren't any penalties to counter.":
1 4 9 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Intelligence vs TN 4 for "Assensing Vix.":
1 4 4 5 8 9 = 5 Successes
«Stats System» Invalid roll: Cannot find stat matching "magic bg".
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Magic Background vs TN 4 for "Compskill.":
1 2 2 3 4 = 1 Success

Another update to Samuel: "Assensed her. Confirm unfamiliar personality — nasty one; murderous and vindictive, but currently actively restrained, apparently by brain chemistry alteration and new implants."
Commlink-«<Nacht»> Johny says, "Lovely. Keep her in sight. Do not actively restrain. Mark any observers. Implants and chemistry reports a high marked chance of direct observation."

Meanwhile, Janie plays a careful game. Vixen still remembers her, but 'Eve' apparently does not have access to the same memories. At least not all of them - but what she does know, she'll likely share with Veritaus, so it's important not to tell her too much while probing for as much information as she can get in turn. Hopefully what's left of Vixen and Silver can help with that, if they can still influence her responses subconsciously. She nods. "When in doubt, go with th'best," she replies. "It was good t'see ye again. I'll have t'stop by an'visit ye an'y'r husband sometime while ye're in town. I take it ye're back in y'r own home again?"
Vixen shakes her head, "No. We've been staying in an apartment provided by Stephen's company. He felt it would be awkward…" She cuts off as she see's Stephen emerge from the other room her coat draped across his arm. She quickly tells you the address and say's, "Come by anytime." Again her inflection and tone seems devoid of real passion. She does throw you a bit of a warning look though. "I'm sure that we have a lot of catching up to do." She sighs, "It looks like Stephen is in a hurry. You have my number?" She asks casually as she picks up her purse that still sits on the wall.
Johny pulls in to the Garage, handing the keys off to the Valet below. "80th, please." Says Johny to the elevator man.
Janie shakes her head. "It's been a while, an' I don't think I remember." Blatant lie, of course, but…

Vixen nods and rattles off her cell phone number. She smiles at Janie and starts for the patio door. "It was nice seeing you again Janie." She blinks, "Uhm I mean Janet." She nods to the red head and steps out of the chill spring air and into the warmer climes of the ballroom. Stephen waits for her with a wry glance towards his watch. His gaze raking over Janie a moment with some speculation in his eyes.

«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Stealth for "Snatching a few loose hairs while giving her friend a quick hug…":
1 2 3 3 3 4 5 9
«Auto-Judge[]» Vixen (#1018) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 3 3 4 4 8

Commlink-Mustang> "They're headed into the ballroom from the balcony now." comes one last quick message.
Vixen doesn't know Johny from a hole in the wall. She moves to return Janie's hug awkwardly. Oblivious as the woman's intentions of stealing her hair. She steps back from the embrace and then turns towards the waiting Doctor. He starts to help her into her coat. Again all animation drains from her expression. She might as well be made of stone as he whispers something in her ear. She shakes her head to whatever question he asked. He frowns at her.
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Quickness for "Oh, sorry, pardon me.":
1 2 2 3 3 4 4 8 8 17
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Acting + Task Pool: 3 for "Fancy meeting you here!":
2 3 3 3 4 5 5 7
«OOC» Vixen laughs
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Quickness for "Gimmie your wallet, bitch.":
1 2 2 3 3 3 4 4 4 13
«OOC» Vixen says, "OK so who you bumping into and who you robbing?"
Johny turns his back as the pair approach, to chat with the girl.. "NOw, don't crease it, it's italian leather!" Says he, stepping back wards, turning and slamming right in to Dr. Steven. "Oh, my god, sir!" He says, grinning. "SO sorry. You should watch where your go…" A pause as he looks to Vixen, sliding Dr. Steven's wallet away. "WHy! I do declare! EVE! Eve Sinclair! My god! It's been ages! Can you still do that thing with that place that can't be mentioned in polite company!"
Janie leans back and watches them go, her hands casually sliding into her pockets with some of Vixen's hair still coiled around her fingers. Give it a few minutes, then head back in herself.

Commlink-«<Nacht»> Johny says, "Come get the wallet so it ain't on me when he notices."

«OOC» Vixen says, "OK Johny. Give me…an odd or even roll. Odds you get a wallet, evens you get something that you initially thought was a wallet but isn't."
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls 1:
3
«OOC» Vixen nods
Commlink-Mustang> "She's on her way," Athena replies. "Probably best not to appear to recognize her; she says Eve's 'husband' is already suspicious."
Commlink-«<Nacht»> Johny says, "That information would have been more helpful 20 seconds ago."

Stares at Johny as he bumps into her lying, cheating, no good, due to die any day husband. And just stares. There's no sign of recognition. She sifts through memories and comes up with a great big blank. But he obviously knows Chammy. Who else could he be referring to. But he knows her real name? Its all so confusing and for a moment breaks through her calm demeanor and curiosity mixes with a hint of panic. Its Stephen however that answers for them both, at first cutting off an ugly exclamation that would mar his polite Frenchman persona. Then he's looking from the silver haired woman that he claims as his wife, to the Johny. "You know this man Eve." She opens her mouth and then say's, "I don't…I…" She shrugs helplessly. "I must."

Johny gushes, positively GUSHES, as he puts a hand on Eve's shoulder… "My god! It's been a while, but you look FABULOUS! I mean, dear god. Knock out. It's a ten! Did you ever do the modeling thing? Last I heard, you were headed for Milan! SOme kind of photo shoot for 'Modern MEtahuman'." He looks then to Steven. "Oh gracious me, you must be the bodyguard." He says, offering a hand over. "I'm Sven Siggardson! YOu know, the photographer?"
Janie shivers in a sudden breeze and decides it's just a tad too chilly to be outside in this outfit. She rubs her bare arms a few times as she makes her way back to the main room.
Commlink-«<Nacht»> Johny says, "Hurry it up; he's on the defensive. He's about to check his resources and I can only delay him so long."
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Intelligence for "Looking for a likely target. Requirements: Full glass in hand, moving like they've already had a few drinks, and not paying much attention where they're walking or waving their glass.":
2 3 4 5 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Stealth for "Moving to intercept their glass with my chest without /looking/ like that's what I'm doing. Just someone not paying quite enough attention to where they're going, that's all…":
1 2 3 4 5 5 8 11
*splash* *tinkle* "Gah! Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry, ma'am, just let me…" The poor guy tries to dab at the growing stain on Janie's chest, and only realizes he looks like he's pawing her breasts when his girlfriend behind him clears her throat pointedly. He blushes and stammers another apology that trails off under Janie's icy gaze. "Ye've done enough damage already," she growls, then brusquely makes her way out of the hall and toward the bathrooms, still dripping champagne and very much not caring who she has to stomp past to get someplace she can clean up.
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Stealth for "The pass off.":
1 1 2 3 4 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Stealth for "The pass off. KP 1":
1 1 2 3 4 10

«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Stealth for "She's running and passing….":
1 2 2 3 4 5 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Stealth for "She's running and passing…. (KP 3/36)":
1 1 2 3 4 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Stealth for "She's running and passing…. (KP 5/36)":
2 2 3 3 4 5 5 8
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Stealth for "She's running and passing…. (KP 8/36)":
1 2 3 3 4 4 7 11

The frenchman takes Johny's hand and shakes it politely. He glances at Eve and say's, "Modeling? You've been keeping secrets dear." She smiles and say's, "You know better Stephen." She tilts her head a bit at Johny somewhat perplexed but doesn't seem to feel the need to correct the record. Stephen glances at his watch and say's, "Eve. I really do need to get to that meeting." He sighs and says, "You may stay here if you wish. Catch up with your…" He smirks a bit, "friend, and meet me downstairs in an hour." He doesn't seem overly concerned with leaving her out of his sight. After all…she's only the click of a button away.

«Auto-Judge[]» Vixen (#1018) rolls Intelligence:
3 3 3 3 4 4 23
«OOC» Vixen says, "That was Vixen's roll."
«Auto-Judge[]» Vixen (#1018) rolls 6 for "Stephen notice anything?":
1 3 4 4 11 11

Stephen watches suspciously as Janie passes. Was that a a look that passed between the two of them? Stephen gives his 'wife' a bit of a piercing look. Then nods to Johny and say's, "Nice meeting you sir." He really is pressed for time and heads out of the ballroom for the elevator.
Either way, Janie stomps straight through into the Ladies' room, quietly hoping that it's empty right now.
Commlink-(Geist): Marcus.
Commlink-(Geist): Go ahead, boss.
Commlink-Apollo> Johny says, "Go ahead boss"
Commlink-(Geist): Man coming outside soon. Picture to follow. Observe, do not interact.
Commlink-Apollo> Johny says, "Roger that."

Stares at Johny after the doctor has left the building and say's, "That was smooth. You have a very light touch. Do you make a living off of it. Or is it just a hobby of yours?"

He turns back to Eve then. "Nimble fingers. Always been a talent. You should know, I taught you." He says simply, turning back to her and gesturing to a booth. "Now lets talk. You've been missing for nearly 3 months now."
Fortunately the Ladies' room is empty right now, but Janie picks a stall booth anyway just in case someone walks in at a bad time. She opens the wallet and very carefully memorizes the position of each card and billfold just in case it needs to be put back later before examining the contents…
Vixen hmms curiousity compells her to move to the booth. She gives Johny a piercing stare but still comes up blank as to who he is. In spite of his assertions she still doesn't recognize him. "You have me intrigued Mr. Siggardson was it?" Nothing wrong with her short term memory anyway.

"Names are like skins, we shed them as we need, Ms. Sinclair, Eve, Silverfox, Chammy, Vixen. You as well as any should know that." He guides her in to the booth, hitting the WNG. "But I'm going to bet, based on what I've seen and what I know, that you're not the Eve I know either. I'm used to that in dealing wiht you. I tell you, Eve, it was awkward when I went to bed with Chammy and woke up with Silverfox. She didn't know me, wasn't what you might call sexually adventurous."

Eve Sinclaire sifts through more memories as Johny leads her to a booth, and listens as his words clear up any misunderstandings she might have. Her eyes widen and she moves to stand abruptly as recognition dawns. A hint of long harbored resentment flares in her eyes. Her memories of Samuel are -NOT- the best ones. "You!"
Johny bows his head. "Good. We've broken through." He says quietly. "I'm sorry to stir up old, hard memories like that, Eve… but sometimes, you need to slam the wall."
Eve Sinclaire watches you a moment, dark suspicion in her eyes. But curiosity is still warring in her. She nods, "I'm not Eve. You would remember me as Slythe. Although…That name is no longer relevant either." She shrugs, "What do you want?" Her hands laced tightly in her lap.

"Simple. We, You and I, are going to walk out of here. Then we, you and I, are going to go to a secret place and I, me, am going to remove from your brain the implant being used to currently control your biochemical responses, emotions and ideas. Then. I'm going to kill your 'husband'. DO you object to this plan?"
Johny smiles so sweetly when he says that.

Eve Sinclaire listens and her face resembles stone. "Can you remove the ware within an hour? That is exactly how long you have before said husband will begin pushing buttons. And I don't like it when he pushes my buttons." She nods, "Its a second generation prototype. Fully integrated to stimulate natural chemical responses. And yes. It can kill me. So…just how good a surgeon are you?"
Johny smiles slightly. "Good enough to train you." He says simply. The comm comes out, a joint channel to Janie and Marcus. "Apollo, Mustang. Take down. I need Mr. Steven in custody and unconscious. Can you arrange it?"

Eve Sinclaire settles back a bit against the booth. Watching Johny a moment. Speculation in her eyes. "When you kill him, can I watch?" A deadly serious question. A deadly serious woman.

"No." Says Johny then. "What I need from you now, until we have him in custody, is your understanding of what has happened in the last few weeks."
Eve Sinclaire gives an almost rebellious look as Johny proposes to rob her of her vengeance. She sighs, "Veritaus happened. I let down my guard. I knew they were hunting me. I didn't take it seriously. Or rather Vixen didn't. Cash being gone. Too many distractions. We were sloppy. Underestimated the old man's tenacity."
"Is the old man the man with you?" He asks, mentally drawing open a matrix chat window, starting a datasift for Veritaus.
Eve Sinclaire shakes her head, "No. He's in France." She rubs her temple. "He's her…our biological grandfather. Charles Sinclaire the Second."

«OOC» Eve Sinclaire says, "His wallet contains: credentials - Doctor Stephen Morgan. Business card for Veritaus. Brain research institute. Psychology and engineering."
«OOC» Eve Sinclaire says, "Otherwise, typical rich guys wallet."

Athena summarizes Janie's findings through the comm. "If he's discovered his walled missing, Janie doesn't want to be carrying it when she goes after him. She'll wrap it in toiled paper and dump it into the bin in the Ladies' room."
Commlink-Apollo> Johny says, "Remove the cash. That way it looks like a simple lift."
The data sift will find that Veritaus is a research institute located in the French Alps. Very cutting edge research. Its a subsidiary of a very old and respected French company named Sinclaire Enterprises. Which has been known to specialize in genetics.
Commlink-Mustang> Athena's voice contains mild amusement. "Janie says you're showing your age. The good doctor is entirely too wealthy to have something as pedestrian as 'cash' in his wallet…"
Janie dumps the wallet after cleaning her fingerprints off the contents, then heads for the wardrobe to collect her coat, still looking annoyed and slightly splashed - one careless half-drunk idiot has ruined her evening and she's going home.
Johny starts finding information then on the owners, where they live and all that other information thats important when your about to go on an international murder spree.
Charles Sinclaire resides in France. A large sprawling estate in Northern France. Veritaus is completely isolated and is reminiscent of a fortress. Very limited access. All the better to keep the loonies from descending into the civilized world.

Johny turns to Slythe. "I'm going to need you to trust me. Your man is on the way back and I don't have resources in place to effect a take down in the AAA sector of Denver. You are going to need to go with him until I can get you out once he leaves the area. I'm good, baby, but I ain't that good. HOwever, I know where he's going and I can start to affect his route. I'm a better decker than you can imagine… and I have a lot of friends on stand by. Can you keep your shit together?"
Slythe shrugs, "I can't directly attack him. But I don't have to warn him of anything either." She lights a cigarette on the flame from a candle and glances at her watch. "Would it be helpful if you had the key to our hotel room?"

"Honey." Says the man then. "A lock never did anything but give me a chuckle." He shakes his head. "I'll take it if you have it though. Leaves less trace. Where are you staying, and who are those other three men?"

Slythe shrugs, "His associates. Underlings. Tech geeks and business partners." She rifles in her purse and snatches the key card from her purse and slides it over to you. "Wyatt Hotel. Room 1020. Only person there at the moment is Stephen's secretary."

"Are any of them combat heavies?" He asks quietly, curiously.
Slythe laughs, "He has me. What does he need a combat heavy for?"

Johny eyes Slythe. "Because you're not a combat heavy. You're just not tough enough, not in my category. You're a good martial artist, one of the best, but baby." He grins slightly. "I don't fight fair."

Slythe smiles a bit. "Well if you surprise him, we won't have to find out which of us can pull the best sucker punch." She sobers a bit, "But seriously…if he gives me an order, I will follow it."

Johny nods. "If you try to hurt me, I will try to avoid killing you. Scouts honor."
Slythe hmmms lightly, "You were never a scout."

"Shows what you know." He says simply. "I was a scout twice. Once all the way to eagle, while the other time I got kicked out for eating the brownies."
Slythe chuckles softly at that…then her phone rings. She grabs it out of her purse and looks at the caller ID. "Its him."
Johny nods. "He just pulled up downstairs."

Slythe answers the phone and simply say's, "Yes?" She waits a moment and her expression goes slack for a moment. She say's, "Yes." Again. Then say's, "I'll be right down." She hangs up the phone, stands up and moves automatically towards the door. Not a look towards Johny. Its as if she is suddenly on auto pilot.

Johny stands then, moving out to the balcony. He won't be taking the elevator. Instead, he simply pauses at a serving girl, takes a chamapign. "Thank you my dear. It's been a wonderful party. I've so enjoyed your company."

He then jumps over the side of the building.
Johny loves traumatizing random people.

The waitress screams. Drops her tray and causes a bit of a panic. Slythe moves towards the elevator and down to the ground floor. She walks purposefully towards the front doors and the waiting limosine. The chauffer opens the door for her and she gets in. Soon the limo is pulling away from the building and into the late hour traffic. Making a bee line for the Wyatt Hotel.

In the streets down below, Janie glances out the window of the roadmaster, doing her best impression of a bored passenger of a commute, until she spots something up in the air by the top of the building.

"… Hey, Marcus. Don't look up or anythin', but I think y'r boss just jumped off th'balcony'," she deadpans.

Needless to say it takes Slythe (Who's name -WILL- change) to get down to the limo a lot longer than it takes Johny to fly wherever he is flying.
Johny is known for pulling this little trick on the new staff of the Higher Altitude. It's not made him many friends, but among the bored, jaded idle riche of denver, it's made him very popular. He hovers in the air, spotting the Limo and keeping an eye on things.

"Yeah, he does that." Comments Marcus. "Probably a new girl on the serving staff."
The limo makes no unscheduled stops. The driver pulls up to the front of the hotel to let his passengers out into the lobby.
Janie takes a break from watching Johnny hover to examine the limo's passengers. Fortunately for her, several dozen meters' worth of distance doesn't impair her ability to make out fine details much.

Johny can see quite clearly, with his electronic vision maginfication systems, thank you very much. He's just waiting, observing to see who gets out of the car first.
First is the doctor, who turns and offers a hand to Slythe. She slides out of the limo and the chauffer shuts the door. A door man moves to hold the glass doors open for them. Its a nice hotel, that follows old style taste and tradition. The kind of place Vixen would call snooty.
Thats because Vixen has no taste. Johny will make his way down in to the hotel from the roof door. It may be locked, but her room key should give him access. The idea is for him to be in her room before they get there.
There is a roof! Of course. In fact there's a small garden and glass housed sauna/hot tub up here!

«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Stealth (Sneaking) for "I belong here. I belong here so much you don't notice me.":
1 3 3 3 4 5 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Stealth (Sneaking) for "I belong here. I belong here so much you don't notice me. KP 1/46":
1 1 2 3 4 5 5 11

«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Intelligence for "Assensing…":
2 3 4 5 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Intelligence for "KP 1/36":
3 3 5 7 9 17
«OOC» Slythe says, "I'd say there's a mage on duty who is mostly responsible for first aid. There aren't any wards though, except for the vault."

«Auto-Judge[]» Slythe (#1018) rolls 4 vs TN 11 for "Flying man landing on roof.":
1 1 2 4 = 0 Successes

«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Intelligence + 5 (Architecture.infiltration at half dice):
1 1 1 1 1 2 2 3 4 4 5 5 13 17

Janie frowns. "Looks like most o'their security's mundane," she murmurs in the half-distracted voice of someone not paying full attention to the physical world. "No wards on th'outside at all that I c'n see… O'course, I /have/ been wrong before…" she admits with a wry chuckle.

Janie isn't wrong in this instance. If there's a mage wandering the astral…its not for security sake.

«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Stealth + Stealth (Sneaking) + 5 (arch.infil comp):
1 1 1 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 3 3 3 3 3 4 4 5 7
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Stealth + Stealth (Sneaking) + 5 (arch.infil comp) for "KP 2/46":
1 2 2 2 3 3 4 4 4 4 4 5 5 5 5 8 9 9 9
«OOC» Johny will stand on that.
«Auto-Judge[]» Slythe (#1018) rolls 6 vs TN 9:
1 2 3 3 3 8 = 0 Successes

Johny knows how to get in to a building. He really does. It's sort of the exact thing he does. THe security up here is nice, but its designed to keep an eye on the people, not the door. The door is unimportant, because its high traffic and keyed to the patrons. Whats important is security, not access control.

So with minimal effort, mostly involving looking away from the camera without looking sneaky, like looking over to 'someone' calling his name at the right moment and so forth.

Upon entering the hotel itself, he will look for a house keeper. NOt engage her, not try to talk to her or be noticed by her. Instead, he will simply swipe a towel in passing when she goes back in to a room. Stepping to the side, he will move in to an alcove and strip down to his underware, putting the clothing in his back pack.

Then, to the woman, towel wrapped around his waist, he will approach and appologetically ask to be let back in to his room.

Doesn't really matter which one. Any one will do.

«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Charisma + Karma Pool: 1 for "KP 3/46":
1 3 4 5 8 10
«Auto-Judge[]» Slythe (#1018) rolls 4 vs TN 10:
3 7 8 10 = 1 Success

THe maid is too old to be swayed by cute half dressed men. But she lets you into the room all the while lecturing you on walking around half naked.

«OOC» Johny says, "Also, is this room occupied by anyone? I assume they are not in it."
«OOC» Slythe hmmms. Lets see. Odds its occupied, evens its empty. 1 there's a guest inside.
«Auto-Judge[]» Slythe (#1018) rolls 1:
5
«OOC» Slythe says, "There's a guest but they aren't currently in the room."
«OOC» Johny says, "Male or female?"
«OOC» Slythe says, "odds male, evens female, higher than six its a couple."
«Auto-Judge[]» Slythe (#1018) rolls 1:
5
«OOC» Slythe says, "Male"
«OOC» Johny says, "Good. I will dress in his clothes then proceed over to Slythe's room."
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Disguise + Task Pool: 3 + 3 (acting.impersonation) + 3 (Disguise Background):
2 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 5 8 9 10 11 13 15 22
«OOC» Johny is good at what he does.
«OOC» Slythe says, "odds the clothes fit sorta. evens he's a midget."
«Auto-Judge[]» Slythe (#1018) rolls 1:
3
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Centering vs TN 5 for "Centering against drain since we don't have penalties, F5 sky spirit.":
2 4 11 = 1 Success
«OOC» Janie says, "No net bonus successes."
Once inside, he quickly covers the room, gun drawn. NO one home. Good. He locks the deadbolt and then puts a chair to the door. No good to have people come home early. He rifles the clothes, selecting a suit and tie, the usual look, a hat and an over coat. HIs face he quickly reconstructs, darkening his skin tone, changing his eye color and hair color, giving himself fully cheeks and facial hair. NOw, he looks like AHmed Carzai, Arabian businessman. With that, he will make his way back in to the hallway, ensuring no one sees him, and on to slythes room. Total time in the room: 3 minutes. He works fast.

«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Conjuring vs TN 5 for "calling F5 sky spirit…":
1 2 5 8 9 11 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Charisma + 4 (Athena) vs TN 5 for "Soaking M drain…":
1 1 1 2 2 2 2 3 3 11 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Charisma + 4 (Athena) - 1 vs TN 5 for "Soaking M drain… (KP 2/36)":
1 2 2 3 4 4 5 7 11 = 3 Successes
«OOC» Janie says, "Drain soaked, four services from a F5 sky spirit available. Currently on standby."
«OOC» Slythe says, "OK so do you assume you still make it to the room before Slythe and Stephen?"
«OOC» Johny says, "No. I would LIKE to, but I do not expect to."
«OOC» Slythe says, "Well you waited till the limo arrived to land on the roof. So I think that by now, they are just getting into their hotel room. I'll roll a random encounter to see if they got stalled on the way up."
«OOC» Slythe says, "Evens they get stalled, odds they don't."
«Auto-Judge[]» Slythe (#1018) rolls 1:
4
«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) rolls Stealth (Sneaking) for "Sneak sneak sneak.":
1 1 1 1 3 4 5 7

Their room is one of the dozen or so suites located on one of the upper floors. Cameras pan the hallway. There are only four hotel rooms up here. You assume due to the size of the hallway, that the hotel rooms are rather roomy. Several bedrooms, common areas and the like.
Johny doesn't care about the camera's now. Trying to avoid them would be pointless. He lets himself in to the room, knowing they won't have security camera's in the room. People this wealthy don't want to be spied upon.

The hotel room is as you expected. Everything tasteful and nicely arranged. You get the sense of spacious grace and elegance. The room is dimly lit. The secretary is not in this room. There are several adjoining doors from the common area. One you assume leading to the bathroom, the other two to adjoining bedrooms. A balcony lets in moonlight. A small desk with computer and phone as well as a stack of correspondence in a nook. There is a large sitting area. Mini bar.
Johny moves in to the room, gun down at his side, looking for thermal or ultrasonic traces of a meta human form. She'll have to be removed. With prejiduce.
A shaft of light under one door. Maybe she's up reading a romance novel. She isn't in the living area at least.
Johny checks the sightlines first; who could fire on that position from the room he's in were he to put his back too the room and open the door. He checks those places first, before opening the door and stepping inside.
The woman is sitting up in bed. A fashion vidmag on her lap. Her head lolls to the side and she snores softly. Sound asleep.
Johny puts two gell rounds in to her head. SHe will stay asleep. No remorse, no mercy. The gell are mercy she gets.
She doesn't even wake up to feel how much that hurts. You sense that time is running out.
Yeah., Thats kind of why mercy isn't an option. He moves back in to the front room to draw the afformentioned firing position, picking up his brass as he does so. Never leave brass. Gell rounds are nice; no ballistics.

And it doesn't take long before you hear the sound of a key card being slid into the lock. Voices reach your ear. Specifically Stephens voice. "I'm not pleased that you told your friend that you were in Veritaus. I suspect that you did that on purpose." He moves aside to let Slythe proceed him into the room.

Johny holds his fire, concealed in the shadows. There will be no monologing, no speeches. No unnecessarily slow dipping mechanism. Two shots when the LOS is clear.
Slythe moves into the room putting some distance between herself the doctor. Stephen turns to engage the lock. His back to Johny. Not sensing anything amiss. You have your shot. Slythe's gaze moves warily around the room. Expectantly. She notes your presence at the same time that your shot becomes clear.
THe moment the door seals, the moment that sound barrier is in place, the silenced gun reports twice. From this range, with this lighting, there's really no chance for the skilled assassin to miss. Slythe would have mentioned if he had a biomonitor. He hopes.

Stephen's head gets knocked hard twice by gel and twice as his head bounces off the door. He falls hard and he falls fast. He's a scientist not a street sam.

Johny steps out of the shadows, the pistol immediately put away as he moves for the mans form. "Bring him to the bed. Get your controller, then we get the hell out of here."
Commlink-(Geist): Mustang, Apollo, I have the filly. Have an untraceable vehicle out front in 120 seconds.
Commlink-Apollo> Johny says, "Copy."
Commlink-Mustang> Janie says, "Understood." She then turns to look at Marcus. "How traceable is this car?" she asks idly.

"As untraceable as Sam can make it. We're pretty good."
Slythe watches with a wry smile. Savoring the moment. She looks at you as you give her an order and savors again the feeling that she doesn't -have- to obey if she doesn't want to. But she does obey because it suits her to do so. She moves to the man and immediatly rifles through his clothes and brings out a long slender gadget. Looks just like a remote control for a tv set. A few dials on the top and a monitor, then drags Stephen towards the bedroom by his arm.

Johny shakes his head. "LEave him. He won't be awake for several hours. If he has bodygauards or docwagon, they are already on the way. We need to move."

Slythe throws Stephen on the bed and then growls and pulls a dikoted blade from her purse. Every intention of killing the doctor in her expression. She doesn't seem to hear you so intent is she to watch Stephen bleed.

«Auto-Judge[]» Johny (#799) has the Attribute Quickness with the value '10'.

Johny moves quickly, far to quickly for being human. One hand snaps out with a vice-like grip. "This is the wrong sector for murder, Slythe. You can always find him later. You want my help… we are leaving now. Otherwise, you are on your own."
«Auto-Judge[]» Slythe (#1018) rolls Willpower:
3 3 3 4 5 5
«Auto-Judge[]» Slythe (#1018) rolls Willpower for "Kp":
1 2 5 5 5 8
Slythe sighs, looking longingly at Stephens motionless form. She frowns a moment then relaxes, "I'd want him to see death coming anyway." She finally say's and nods to you. "OK. Lets go." Her hand a death grip on the remote control.

Johny nods, moving for the door. "If I wanted him dead -yet-… I'd have used real bullets." He says simply, putting a hand on the door. "Now. We walk out the front door like normal people. You can act like normal people, yes?"
Slythe glares at Johny. "I am normal." She states unequivocally. Placing the blade into her purse and the remote into her jacket pocket. She stalks out of the room with her head held high and without a backwards look at her unconscious soon to be dead hubby.

Johny smiles politely. "Of course you are." He says, grabbing his brass again, and stepping out the door. "Lets go dear, we'll be late for the show."
Slythe smiles sweetly and say's, "Wouldn't want that." It seems like a long way down to the lobby and out the door to whatever transportation Johny has provided.

Slythe gets into the back of the vehicle with Janie. "So where to?" She asks quietly. A tense moment as the sound of sirens can be heard coming this way. Slythe looks behind her and say's, "I suggest we roll."

Janie nods at Slythe even as Marcus gets the Roadmaster in gear. She leans back, her eyes unfocusing slightly as she addresses the spirit she called in to serve her. Wind rustles through her hair for a moment as the spirit honors her request, then she turns back to Slythe. "I think th'first order o'business is goin' t'be gettin' that implant out o'y'r head before those bastards realize what we've done an'manage t'cobble a spare transmitter together. Given th'circumstances, I don't think th'surgery clinic in y'r home is secure…"

Slythe settles back and gets a pensive look in her eyes. "Sooner the better." She sighs. Her hand touching the shape of the remote in her pocket to assure her that its still there.

"So, what happened t'ye?" Janie asks, hoping to distract Slythe from her private thoughts for a while.

Slythe looks up at Janie and then says, "I…We got sloppy. It just took one moment of not paying close enough attention. Looking for Cash, Pulses problems, all sorts of drama to distract…we knew that they were hunting us." She sighs, "They showed up in force. Overwhelmed by sheer numbers. Next thing I know, I'm waking up in a padded cell. Veritaus is one of those places you really have to see to believe." She sighs, "I woke up after the surgeory and then they began the testing phase. Same song, second verse. Broke up the integration. Keyed each of us to our chemical flavors. She pulls the remote out and looks at it. "A button for each of us this time. Even the Chemeleon didn't escape notice. YOu should have seen how excited they got about that little discovery." She shakes her head. "MPD is really rare. One thing we all share in common is a heightened sensitivity to hypnosis. Natural chemicals are used to achieve that state and once there they can program you fairly easily. If that doesn't work, there's always the pain. Or the pleasure."

Slythe nods, "I know. The debate over that was rather intense. But its one thing to test it in a controlled environment. Another to test it outside of those controls. They were and are interested in marketing this eventually." She shrugs, "Did you suspect anything when you saw Vixen the other day?" She nods, "That was a test for us. Can we fool those that know us best."

Janie shrugs. "I thought somethin' was slightly off, but I pinned that on y'r meetin' Sid an' feelin' just a bit awkward, maybe tryin' t'sort out how ye still felt or didn't feel about him. Maybe if th'conversation'd lasted longer…" She trails off.

Slythe nods, "It isn't perfect yet. But they needed to judge the effectiveness of the application not on me. But on those around me." She nods. "And of course they sold the rights to mass produce it to my grandfather. One of his best facilities is here in Denver."

"I see," Janie murmurs. "I don't suppose ye happen t'know th'location o'that facility?" she asks in the deceptively mild tones of someone busily working up A Plan.

Slythe adds "Its where Stephen went tonight." A hard and cold look comes into her eyes. Her history with that place and its employees a bit bloody.

Janie nods again. "I think we'll probably need any detail ye c'n possibly remember about th'place an'th security setup," she replies. "I know it's likely not stuff ye care t'dwell on, but…"

Slythe shrugs lightly, "I like dwelling on it. I savor the memories." She smiles an unpleasant smile. That's the real difference between Slythe (who's name will change!) and Vixen. Slythe enjoys killing those she thinks deserves to die. And those memories comfort her. She shrugs, "I haven't actually 'been' in the facility. I've only seen it from the outside." She shrugs, "It used to house an orphanage." She fiddles with a button and gasps as a pain rushes through her body. She keeps the dial on for a moment. Closing her eyes. And then slowly turns the dial down and smiles at you. "Interesting sensation actually."
"I'll take y'r word f'r it," Janie replies, doing her best to remain unperturbed.
«Auto-Judge[]» Janie (#4136) rolls Willpower vs TN 5 for "Definitely one of Eve's less pleasant personalities…":
1 2 2 4 5 5 11 17 = 4 Successes

Slythe grins a bit. "That was something Stephen didn't count on." She seems to find some amusement in that. "It frustrated him to no end that I actually liked it."

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