Masked | RP


San Francisco: 711 Market Street, 711

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When the dreadlocked man called out, by his name, Anton turned back to see what he had to say.


"I suppose this is about work, isn't it?" he asked, taking another drink. Supposedly it was rude to eat while you spoke, or something like that, but the young-ish super didn't really care about that.


This place wasn't the best one to carry out a conversation, the police would be arriving any moment, and Anton decided to vocalize that.


"Somewhere private we should go before we talk? Or would you rather discuss this in a holding cell down at the station?"
 

San Francisco,near the 7-11




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Vidic was walking back to the hotel;he'd know if something happened that required his attention. He decided to swing by the 7-11 to grab something to nibble on. Despite his power allowing him to consume organic matter on touch,it doesnt sustain his body,it doesn't feed him. All it does is give him the biomass to fight with. As he approached the building,he noticed a very odd looking pair;a man in an ill-kempt buisness suit and a rough mop of blonde hair,and a man with dreadlocks,both standing by a seriously tricked out Honda Civic. He was about to enter the store,when he heard a name. One that he remembered reading in the personnel files. Anton Macgregor? The force manipulator? He stopped,and looked at the pair. So,the other guy must be Division. He approached the two,well within their fields of vision,and morphed his head to the Division's uniform mask for a second,then back,in order to identify himself. "I was wondering when the support would arrive. I've been here for about a week."
 
San Francisco bay


When the unconscious girl does not rouse immediately, Rikarah continues to regard her, then reaches for her pager, quickly punching in a message addressed to Vidic, a fellow and older member of Division. Vidic, I'm at the bay on the east side, and there is a teenage girl from the looks of it, who is unconscious. She appears to be having seizures. I believe she has supernatural powers. My call here or any specific protocol for it?
 
San Francisco, Clarity's apartment


Alarmed, Wade allowed himself to be pulled inside, stumbling over a box on the floor as he passed the threshold. He mmphed quietly as he caught himself, and again when the telepathic blow was given to his shoulder, his other hand darting up to grab it. He wasn't talking as a way of reprimanding himself; God, he was so stupid at times. One of these days, a rash decision was going to kill him.


"Sorry," he said, only, and helped Clarity pull some of the blinds down near where he stood. Feeling guilty, he trailed her past an unplugged lamp and mounds of packaging, and perched on the opposite end of the couch.


In response to her apologies, he said, "No, don't be sorry. That was just me being stupid." Wincing, he turned his attention to the TV screen. "I need to be yelled at every now and then, or my brain goes off at a tangent and gets me in trouble. I mean, whenever I think of training, I mostly just remember a whole lot of people yelling at me." He tried to grin, and focused on the television. Man, he didn't even know why they let him into the Society. Young, rash, jumpy, attention span of a songbird. He had never been diagnosed with ADHD, but he rather suspected that that wouldn't have been the case had he visited the doctor more often.


Wade listened to Clarity with one ear and the news with the other. "Yeah..." he agreed. "I certainly don't have any leads; but then again, I just got here. I was just going to find some place to crash for a while, first." He scratched his head; "Who do you have contact with?"


Some remote part of his mind worked away at the fact that his power would be useless against Mimori's. Her mental attacks were instantaneous, after all. Good thing they were on the same team...
 
Location: Hive Hanger Subject: Nicolai



All that could be heard was the steady "drip, drip drip" of water from Hanger condensation. Endless sea spray frequently led to cold Vs warm buildup on the massive metal bay doors. From the outside it just looked like a cliff face, but a flip of a switch was all it took to release the massive Jet parked beneath Nicolai. He sat in a traditional Lotus position, sweat dripping from his brow, stinging his eyes and cracked lips. Both his arms outstretched and shaky, He continued to attempt meditation, to try and recollect, not to mention come to terms with recent events.

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Since his release from San Quentin State Prison, almost visible across the San Francisco bay, He had wandered the streets of the seedy and run down warehouse district, Sleeping in an ally one night, to an abandoned boat the next. It was on the day of the accident that He found a higher calling, and discovered a side to him he never knew existed.


The situation was simple, The oil truck pulled up to the dock. The driver got out to pump some fuel into the various speed boats and schooners lined up at the pier. However, as soon as he finished hooking up a small yacht at the end, the engine started. It gunned it's motor and began to pull out, towing the truck behind it. Hitting an uneven board, the truck tipped over and began to slide on it's oil spewing tanker faster and faster down the pier.


Nicolai woke to the sounds of screams, and then a loud crunch alerted him to his "bunk" being ripped in two by a gas line, he ran for the edge of the small boat and jumped at the receding pier, his timing off, he barely caught the edge with both hands. He struggled to climb up as the chaos unraveled around him.


A scream rang out farther down the walkway, a woman had tripped, her feet entangled in the excess fuel hose piled upon the ground. Even as the woman regained her feet, the hose was suddenly dragged rapidly by the tumbling tanker they were attached to. She was brutally dragged across the pier, screaming as she got closer and closer to the edge. She whipped past Nicolai, and he dived for the hose. It slipped through his fingers like flaming rubber, leaving painful welts on his palms and fingers welts that slowly vanished as Nicolai felt his heart beat increase, he of course dropped the hose, and began what he thought would be a futile rescue attempt.


As Nicolai ran, he felt.... different, his foot steps steadily grew in noise and speed. The creak of the boards grew more prominent as he was forced to suddenly duck under a cargo lift that stood a good 7 feet off the ground. Distracted, all Nicolai noticed was how fast he was closing distance between the woman and himself. He dived once again, and was surprised to feel himself go flying past the woman and crash into the tanker. The combination of momentum-driven impact and they're combined weight ruptured the rotten dock below. Nicolai went with his gut instinct and lunged for the the edge with one hand. The one hand that succeeded in grabbing the 3 foot thick board, instinctively proceeded to crush his fingers a good 4-5 inches into it. The only problem was the tanker so precariously tethered to his legs by yards and yards of fuel line. While Nicolai struggled with his new found weight, he could see bystanders help the bruised and battered woman escape the strangling clutches of hose.


Nicolai felt the weight shift and began to lose his grip on the smooth wooden boards. An inner voice began to verbally punish him.


" You idiot! you threw your survival chance on a complete stranger!, now your going to die a failure!! "..


Nicolai couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat... jealousy of the safe and sound people gawking at his inevitable demise, a sense of fury over how useless and weak he felt hanging onto life by a thread.... yes... and he felt that fury grow.


His slipping palms suddenly found a new grip as thick ebony talons grew and burrowed their way into the thick wood. His biceps flexed at twice a mass than previous attempts, as with an almighty roar, he literally flung himself out of the jagged hole and landed with an earthshaking thud onto the pier. Standing a memorable 8 feet tall now and sporting a savage set of canines, the itch of growing fur between his ears alerted him to the stares of bystanders.


But all he felt was rage.... and hunger... He wanted to destroy everything in his sight, starting with the annoying tanker still dangling from his firmly planted Calve. He reached a huge clawed arm down the hole and gripped the tanker tightly, and with effort, began lifting it out of the water and back onto the wooden dock. He set it down with an ungraceful crunch, then proceed to pummel it until it lay in fuel slicked scrap metal all over the ground, the bystanders hiding and screaming as chunks flew everywhere.


Seeing the object of his hate in pieces, Nicolai vaguely felt... satisfied, and silently began to shrink down to his humanoid size, a paltry 5.75 feet tall and average build, barely clad by shredded cargo pants and a sodden, salt encrusted mop of hair clinging to his face. He turned to run, and came faced to face with a formidable individual wearing Blue and Gold, and stopped dead, staring at what could only be described as.. a super hero.


The steady " drip drip drip" grew in volumes as suddenly a volume of water began to trickled directly into Nicolai's face, shattering his fragile meditative state. He opened his auburn eyes and furrowed his well-groomed eyebrows at the water running down his nose, sighed, and slid off the hull of the Jet with an ungraceful plop.


He stopped to pick up a Navy colored knee-length coat, tugging it on over a rumpled black dress shirt and gold suspender supported black slacks. He quietly stopped to click the light off as he went through the exit, a vague growl of displeasure escaping his throat as another trickle of water rained down on his exposed neck from the girders overhead.


Silhouetted in the yellow interior light, a visible shudder went through him before he used a very precise, and angrily determined range of motion to close the door behind him.

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San Francisco - Mission Street Diner

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Almost an hour had passed and the clean cut looking man was through hiding his wary signs of irritation. He had finished a half a pot of coffee and was feeling no effect from it, still tired as ever. Paying his bill, he left a tip and quickly muttered a thank you to the woman as he walked out, reaching for his smartphone before the door had even slammed shut behind him. He swiped across the touchscreen, dialing quickly and holding the large thing up to his ear. After a ring and a half, there was a series of clicks and a voice answered, demanding something. Walking briskly back to the manhole he'd emerged from earlier, he spoke quickly in an almost rehearsed tone.


"Zero, seven, zero, Delta. Plague," he stated bluntly, voice so steeled it almost seemed robotic. A few more clicks sounded in his ear before someone answered and he continued to speak, voice a little less sharp this time. "Yes, this is he. There seems to have been an issue with the person I was to meet with. No, no sign of her. She WHAT?! Ugh... anything from any others in this area? Damn it. Yes, I'm on the way back there now. No chance for sleep then? Ech, never mind."


Hanging up the call, Victor pocketed the phone again, stopping in one of the alleyways and rubbing his eyes. It was going to be another long day, but it wasn't anything he had not handled before. The contact had gotten herself grabbed on the way to their meeting and it was up to him to get there before she was dealt with. "Just my luck," he murmured quietly, a hint of an accent showing through his words as he pushed off of the wall and continued on.


Finally reaching the manhole again, he quickly headed back toward his 'saferoom' and gathered up his things, slipping into the guise of Plague once more. As he slipped the wide-brimmed hat over his silver mask, a gloved hand pressed a communication device into his ear, activating it and repeating the same words he had earlier on his phone. When the familiar voice answered again, Plague spoke, voice cold and almost scratchy, only holding a hint of Victor. The mask aided this, echoing the voice in an eerie manner. "I am under Mission as we speak, heading back to the surface. No, it should not take long... and I understand. No need for Division or HIVE to go poking around, it is unlikely the suspect was spotted taking my contact. I will report once I have handled the issue."


Without waiting for another word, he pressed the earpiece and ended the transmission, gathering a few more things into his coat and leaving in haste. As he sped through the tunnels, he began going over the location and how he would take care of things, trying to plan as much as he could on the way. He did not expect it to be very difficult, though it never hurt to take extra caution. Finally emerging to the surface, Plague set off toward the location, an abandoned warehouse just past Mission and 13th.
 
Hearing him speak and ignore the handshake, Derrick assumed he wasn't the kind of guy to do those formal things. He looked back at the market and there was a commotion brewing. It was probably his doing. Derrick decided to reply. "Yeah, it's about work. Come on, I'll give you a heads up about the plan in the car while we get outta here.". Derrick wasn't wearing his uniform. He was just wearing jeans and a black long-sleeve shirt that was tight-fit for him. He took his sunglasses from his pocket and wore it. Just as he motioned him to the direction of the car, Derrick found someone in front of him who had an odd way of identifying himself. It was another Division member. This one was shadiest one out of the current group he has to work with now. Nevertheless, he was a teammate now. Judging from his appearance and ability to shift form, he knew who this guy was.


"I got held back by my previous mission. We'll skip the formalities for later." he told the latter person who arrived. "Well that's one thing less for me to worry about." he said. "You're going with us." he ordered as he walked to the driver's seat of his car and signaled for them to follow.
 
San Francisco: 711 Market Street, 711


When a third team member showed up, and introduced himself with an abrupt shifting of his face, Anton almost felt sick. The short time allotted to meet this one were spent almost entirely watching his head transform.


"Yeah, well; shotgun!" Anton called with a smile, hopping into the passenger seat of the car before the third man got to open his mouth a second time.


Checking back over his shoulder, the police were already in sight; they might need to do some interesting driving...
 

Outside the 7-11




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At being told to enter the car,Vidic laughed. "I'd kill that thing with one foot." He pointed at the long stream of micro-craters in his wake. "I'm too heavy. I have a room at the Best Western down the road. Wait for me there." With a smile,he began to walk down the street ahead of the other two. A short way down,he found a hot dog stand,and bought two dogs. He ate them normally,as he was rather famished,and continued on his way.
 
Location: Outside of Innerfog


Fuilteach had waited all night. He had kept an eye out for the individual the thug was talking about, but found no sign of him. He sighed in frustration, thinking that the thug had just led him on to avoid getting the shit kicked out of him more. Fuilteach had drank heavily, but knowing this was a mission, did not permit himself to getting drunk. He increased his own blood flow to help the liquor (Irish whiskey, the best and only kind, in Fuilteach's opinion) get out of his system. When morning came, he yawned heavily and stepped outside into the pouring rain. The cold rain felt good against his skin, however, he knew he needed to find shelter. It would do him no good to catch a cold. So, he grabbed a three free magazines out of a nearby vendor, opened them all, layered them, and held them over his head as he walked quickly. Where he was walking...He didn't know.


Across several streets, through several alleys, Fuilteach was searching. The magazines had soaked through, so he tossed them in a nearby bin on his passing. No luck in seeing anything at all, until he hit the next street. As soon as he walked onto the sidewalk, he was greeted by the sight of someone being hit by a car. The girl got straight up, however, and ran into the building.


Peculiar...Any normal person would rip into the driver's ass, then sue 'em... Fuilteach thought as he continued to observe.


The girl seemed to feel no pain, which tipped Fuilteach off that she wasn't normal. Then, he noticed some guy following her into the building. Fuilteach decided to investigate, half curious and the other half just wanting to get out of the damn rain. After a moment, Fuilteach crossed the street and entered the building. He heard the man go up the stairs, which he gingerly followed, keeping quiet. He also heard the confrontation, the admittance, and the reveal that they were both in SS. After the door slammed shut, he put his hand to his face and sighed heavily. But, they may have leads, and Fuilteach had literally nothing, so he decided to go to the door. There was no gentleness to the knocking, so he slammed the door with his fist three times, emitting a heavy thud, thud, thud.
 
The HIVE


Reisuke soon grew tired of just sitting there, so he decided to go back to his room to change. He founds his favourite denim jacket in one of the closets, and he pulled on his favourite black jeans as well. He even found his favourite sneakers waiting for him there, as if he's been here before. His memory was still blurry, but he could now remember coming here. To this place. But now, he needed to know why.


He took off from his room, and walked about the place. He could see many different kinds of people; some were normal looking like he was, others looked out of place, wearing funky clothings that came in blue and yellow. He shook it off, but he couldn't help but think he was living in a place filled with wierdos.


Reisuke made his way to a comfortable looking place. What first struck him odd was the hair on the head of a girl. It was extremely strange, with tones of blue and green mixing together. She was wearing glasses, too. And the funkier you get, the more fun it'll be to talk to you, he thought to himself. He walked up to the girl, eager to get some questions answered. Although he probably already knew the answers.


"Hey, er, excuse me! Could you help me for a bit?"


OOC: That's you, Kagu. Hopefully you won't mind.
 
Midas reaches his home, an very nice, sturdy boat house on the beach south of Alcatraz. It looked run down, with pale, driftwood-like walls, and an out of place rusty steel door. He slips his finger, taking the form of a key, into the lock on the side. He unlocks the door, and pushes it open with a loud, screeching sound of sand between metal, then shuts it. The inside of the house was actually quite neat, and organized. It had a computer, a generator, a television, and a little tablet that had been given to him by Division only a few days ago. He had never actually been to Division, but had figured out the gist of what it was.


He picks up the tablet, and sits down on the sandy floor. He puts on the gloves that allow him to use the tablet, and sets to work. The division logo pops up on the screen, and the home page loads. Midas taps the tab, "Help", and quickly begins typing a request for a tour, and how Division operates. Perhaps even a costume.


(((That's for anyone to pick up on)))
 
San Francisco, Clarity's apartment


Wade jumped clean out of his seat when the knocks, loud and abrasive, came from the door. He was on his feet, and crouching in front of the couch, in alarm. Who was it? A coincidental visitor? No, of course not. Someone must have overheard him. God, he was so stupid! Girl gets hit by car, isn't hurt at all, kid follows girl to apartment, says something in a voice that is much too loud, is pulled inside.... It would have been all too easy for some curious person to follow them up. Even a normal, law-abiding citizen!


Wade calmed himself, straightened, and looked to Clarity. His quizzical expression relayed the unsaid questions; should I hide? Are you expecting this person? Should I clean get out of here? He didn't think it would come to that... but hey, what were a few fifth-story walls to a kid like him?
 
Clarity's apartment


"Hmmm...." Mimori pondered, preparing to answer Vanish's question. Well there's Cowl, he's next up from us. Right now, he's busy with someone on the other side of town. Plague, he's the oldest of us so far. I'm not entirely sure where he is, I think he's underground, looking for a woman. And Fuilteach-" she decided to end with him, since its harder for the thought of him to pass by once it entered. "He-"


Thud! Thud! Thud!


He's right on the other side of the door... Mimori thought as she twitched at the sound of the thuds. She had only seen him one other time, and the thought of him being right at her doorstep had her face turn completely red. How did he figure out where I live? She wondered. If I caused that much of a scene when that car came for two people to follow me, who else will be knocking on my door?


Almost immediately after she settled with the car incident, she began worrying about her surroundings. She was worried about the strewn items in her living room. She became worried about her muddied clothes, disregarding that being hit by a car caused them to be dirty. She even thought for the first time that her eccentric pair of boots may in fact be a bit too much. She looked over at Vanish, who was staring at her dumbstruck. It didn't help at all that he looked like a blue-eyed doe caught in the headlights. Talk about removing your misfortunes.


After nearly twenty seconds of pondering, she grabbed a headband laying on the coffee table and put it on. She didn't want to look any more like Clarity than she already did. "Don't call me Clarity." Mimori mumbled meekly as she walked to the door. As she opened it, she couldn't help but to contemplate on his rugged appearance up close. He was completely drenched by the rain. She smelled alcohol- whiskey- on him, but he had no signs from intoxication from there. Seeing him at such a close proximity left her appearing helpless as if she was becoming Clarity again.


And to think supers had enough weaknesses.
 
As Rikarah is waiting for a response from Vidic, she glances down at her pager again, seeing that a request has popped up into it. Someone had logged into their site, something about wanting a tour...


She rolled her eyes, then got to her feet, still looking down at the girl unconscious before her. Still watching the girl, she typed in her response. "Could you give me some more information as to the reasons for the tour you request?"
 
Location: Bay Area


It was uncomfortable, the rocks and pebbles that poked into her back, and soon it made her stir. Her violet eyes gazed up into the sky after they fluttered open. She was met with the deep blue of the day, which blinded her momentarily, though her vision returned after just a few moments.


Her thoughts were swimming, swimming, swimming with the images of that dream. The girl, the blood, the shadows. Shadows she also used. It bothered her so to have the same abilities as the little child that tore her flesh from her own bones. That opaque eyed girl which appeared as a woman about her own age when she is not in slumber. And though questions always arose regarding the identity of the girl made woman, she never really thought to ask. And it felt silly, thinking to question figments of her imagination. But the idea appealed to her, nonetheless, however childish it may be.
 
Location: Outside of Clarity's apartment





Fuilteach pushed open the door completely and entered the apartment quickly. He shut the door behind him and locked it, then cut his own hand and used his blood to create a seal that would serve to both muffle the sounds and create more adhesion once he hardened the blood to near concrete. He looked at both of them. The girl that was hit by the car, and the boy who had followed her. He remembered them, vaguely. He didn't remember their names, but he remembered their faces. And that wasn't good.


"You're both exposed. Do you have any leads on the current mission?" He asked in his heavy Irish accent.


Before either one of them had a chance to speak, he was at the window, peering out of it, in search of anyone who looked conspicuous. He then went to all of the vents he could find and covered those with his hardened blood as well. He needed to make sure that the room was one hundred percent secure. He looked back to the couple, assessing their appearances for the first time. They didn't look like much, but some Supers looked frail in appearance.
 
Location: SF bay area


As the girl finally opens her eyes, Rikarah looks down at her with a modicum of relief; she had not wanted to have to do anything such as attempt to take her unconscious body under her own strength. It would hardly be inconspicuous for a woman of her size to attempt to drag a body down the sidewalk, and she certainly could not have carried her. She still does not know exactly what is wrong with the girl, but not having wanted to contact a hospital if the girl was indeed supernatural, her awakening is the best outcome.


She tilted her head again as she smiled somewhat gently at the girl below her, speaking clearly and calmly.


"Let us try our introductions again, shall we? Hello. Do you need assistance of some sort or do you have everything within your control?"
 
Location: Bay Area


"..."


Evangeline was silent as she adjusted herself, righting herself upwards as she looked about, resting her weight upon her hands which flattened onto the sand behind her. She'd almost expected the girl to appear, usin her tiny hands to steal her breath away as they closed around her throat while she used her own shadows against her. And unbeknownst to her, the said shadows were already flickering, as if responding to the stirring emotions within the confines of Evangeline's mind.


But their movements quelled when she slowly allowed her eyes to drift back to the other female, the violet eyes that startled everyone they were cast upon. A slight smile blossomed upon her lips as she nodded in response to her questioning, having already delayed the reply quite a bit.
 
Location: SF bay area


Skeptical, but nevertheless willing to let her be, Rikarah nods shortly, then steps back away from the girl still knelt behind her. She is suspicious that the girl is not quite sane, whether by drugs of faulty mental facilities, but addresses her a final time.


"Very well then. I will leave you be."


As she begins to walk away, she turns back briefly, and though her tone is mild, there is a steely undertone to her voice.


"If you are of supernatural powers that you are using or abusing in some way...let us just remember that there are those who are here to deal with them."
 
Driving to the Best Western.


Derrick calmly went to his seat and started the car. He smoothly made the car go without any trouble. The car zoomed away from it's position, making way for their meeting point at Best Western. He intentionally took a longer route around. There wasn't much traffic and as he turned at one curve, he pressed a button on the dashboard. The car's paint changed from red to black. He timed all of this perfectly at his turn, eluding the civilian's eyes so that it doesn't attract much attention. He finally slowed down as they were nearing their destination.
 
Location: Bay Area


She nodded upon this. "I know the drill..."


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Location: Entering HIVE


Evangeline had grown accustomed to the many stares thrown her way whenever she reentered HIVE after her many strolls. She'd grown accustomed to the whispers that she can never quite make out as she passed on her way to her destination. She was accustomed to the silence that seemed to be latched about her ankles like ball and chain, following her about wherever she headed. Silence that was later followed by hisses that came when they think she is not listening. This time was not any different.


Evangeline was headed to their cafe area, of course, to fill the emptiness of her stomach, which had begun its grumpy grumbling in the streets as she was attempting to find her way back. Making her way back didn't quite take as much time as she thought, even after she'd gotten lost on the way, she'd somehow managed to stumble upon one of its many entrances. But of course, what greeted her was hostility. For what exactly? No one ever bothered to tell her.


The pale female resolved to sit in the far right corner of the silenced cafe, after receiving her order of course. There she sat with a small bagel in one hand and the other pinching the bridge of her nose with her index and thumb, having already gotten a headache from the muffled whispers that seemed to echo in her mind. Just so damn annoying, she wished she could shut them up.


But such thoughts were pushed away, abruptly, for she had no desire to allow her shadows free within the HIVES headquarters, especially with its residents around. They'd strike her down within a moment's breath, without even feeling the slightest bit of remorse for being rid of one of their colleagues. She thinks, anyways...
 
Midas had been adding to his collection of driftwood sculptures, when his tablet beeped. He was carving a very nice figure of a bird, and was almost done. he carves out the beak, and puts it with the other 246 carvings. He walks over to the tablet, slips his gloves on, and picks it up. Someone had replied to his message. Why would he need a tour? Well, a tour wasn't in my mind, but I guess that could work, he thinks to himself. He quickly taps in the message, "A tour would be nice. I'm a new member, and would like to know the location of the HQ. I would also like to learn the protocols, if that is okay. When and where do I meet someone who can give said tour?"
 
Location: SF bay area, moving forward


As Rikarah begins to walk away from the bay area, leaving the strangely behaving girl behind, she heads back towards her motel room, walking in an unhurried stride. Glancing down again at the device in her hand, she sees the message she has just received and raises an eyebrow, not immediately replying as she walks. Finally she punches in her response.


Tours are not generally given to the public upon request. Have you already been registered and approved? For which section?
 

San Francisco,Best Western




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Vidic approached the front doors to the Best Western,and looked around for his coleagues. He saw a Honda Civic,suspiciously similar to the one owned by his supposed commander. He quirked an eyebrow,nodded at the vehicle as it approached the building,and walked inside. He stood by the door to the suites,as the receptionist asked if he needed anything. "Just waiting for a couple of friends."
 
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