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Missing Links
« on: September 05, 2008, 01:57:21 PM »
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At first, there was nothing outwardly strange about the girls going missing.  Kidnappings and runaways were common, if unfortunate, reports that crossed the desks of the Terran'tal PD.  There were usually a few each month.  But in the first months of the year, the numbers had increased.  At first it was largely individuals from the lowest classes, the 'Grounders,' who were too poor to afford anything in the towering highrises where the middle and upper classes lived their lives among the clouds.  In all honesty, no one cared when these people vanished into the night.  Most of the regular citizens of the city considered them to be pests, but never complained when those pests kept their streets cleaned and their garbage collected.  But then young people from slightly higher classes began going missing as well, boys and girls.  By the time the terror of the kidnappings reached the middle classes, it was only girls going missing now.  Police were baffled, and had no clues or leads to follow; it was as if each of them had simply vanished into thin air.  At times, victims had even been out with friends, and were there one second, and gone the next.  
The missing appeared to have no connections; their interests and activities and social circles seldom overlapped, and when they did, it was merely by coincidence.  They ranged in ages from 14 to 27, though many of the most recent were within an 18 to 24 bracket.  They were every shape, size, and coloring, Gifted and Mundane, human and otherwise.  The police were under a lot of public pressure to discover the culprit and rescue the missing young women.  But they had absolutely nothing to work off of.
~~~
"Amanda Acard.  Age 19.  5'7", 135 pounds.  Slender build.  Hair is blonde, eyes are green, light skin.  Daughter of Maestro Paolo Acard."  The screen clicked through various images of the young woman.  "And he wants her back."  The slide show ended, and the Chief flicked the lights back on and looked over the gathered officers.  "This is a very high profile case.  As if we don't already have the media dogs breathing down our necks, now everyone has a vested interest in this girl being found.
"Amanda was last seen two nights ago in the Bella Donna shopping district with friends."  There were some disconcerted looks in the sea of faces before him.  Bella was a very secure area populated by the very rich.  Someone out of place would have been noticed.  Or at least, should have.  "The report from those with her is that she and another went into Casa Maia boutique while the rest waited outside.  The attending friend went to the bathroom, and when she emerged, Amanda was gone.  She hadn't gone out the front door, and the rear alley access has an emergency alarm.  The clerks don't recall seeing anyone else in that part of the shop.
"Mastro Acard has offered a substantial cash reward for the safe return of his daughter.  This has attracted the attention of our local Ghost population.  It is imperative that we find her before they do."
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"Crap...crap...crap...oooh....oh, nevermind...crap...crap...are they serious?!  Ha!  As if anyone would work for so little!!"  Santos paused the smooth, controlled motion of his hands over the peices of his weapons, several firearms of various sizes all pulled to peices in front of him on the table for their cleaning.  A brow quirked over a brownish-gold eye, but he sighed and returned his attention to his weapons.  Across the room, Tanala was sprawled over the couch backwards, her legs going up the back of the sofa, head hanging off the seat as she looked at the handheld display.  The screen cast a blueish glow on her skin, and Santos rolled his eyes as his little sister made a gagging sound.  "Good God, Santos!  There's NOTHING worth doing!  Stupid bunch of cheapskates!"
This finally drew a deep chuckle from him, and he paused his cleaning once more.  "Not everyone can afford your expensive tastes, Tana."
She sighed and lowered the display to her chest and sighed, and ran her fingers through her long, dark brown hair, her own black eyes rather annoyed.  "It's not expensive.  They're just cheap.  Besides, you can't get any good information without a price.  They're just not willing enough to have their dirty work done by someone else."
Santos chuckled again, and began reassembling the weapons with an experienced skill. "Have you checked with Oracle?"
"Psht.  That creepy Tweaky never tells us anything for free."  As if on cue, the handheld chimed out a series of beeps, and Tana lifted it again to see what the latest job was.  "Well speak of the devil, he actually does have something..."  She opened the message, and nearly fell on her head in her hurry to get upright again.  "Great hairy balls!!"  Another brow lifted from her brother, and he waited patiently for her to finish reading and give him the report.  "Jesus!  Look at this!!"  She actually scrambled across the room to shove the screen under his face, and as he read, he could understand her excitement.  
"That's an awful lot of money for just one girl."
"JUST one girl?  Criminy, San, have you been living under a rock?  That's Mastro Acard's girl!  Jesus shit, that money could keep us comfortable for years!!"
"Then find out more about the job."
"I am, I am!"  Already she was typing back to their Fixxer to get more information.  Santos just sighed gently and chuckled faintly to himself.  He could practically see the credits dancing in her eyes.

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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #1 on: September 06, 2008, 01:00:26 PM »
Other teams had taken notice of the job as well.  In fact, it was drawing every Ghost and wanna-be out of the woodwork like vermin to a fresh kill.  Oracle only worked with established teams, but every Fixxer in the city, and many outside as well, had picked it up and was passing it to their client teams.  Those who moved the fastest would have the best chance at getting good information before the trails closed up to the influx of 'interested parties.'  The police, eager as they were to get moving, still had their hands tied and nothing on their plates.  It was frustrating.  Ghosts were considered criminals, as their common jobs typically were not so humanitarian.  They were theives, assassins, spies, hackers, and any number of other unsavory practices generally frowned upon by the upholders of the law.  And if they found the missing girls before the police did, it would be a media nightmare for the precints within the city.

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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #2 on: November 04, 2008, 04:28:33 PM »
Tana was practically dancing in her seat as they flew through the city to meet their Fixxer.  She loved messing with Oracle; her brother frowned on her antics, but he was so uptight, she couldn't help but ruffle his feathers!  And he always flustered so easily!
"Tana..."  Santos' voice was low and gentle enough, but his sister knew the subtle warning in his voice, as well as the sigh that was almost imperceptible.  "You know, one of these days he's going to get tired of cleaning up after you frag his computers for the umpteenth time.  Then what are we going to do for data?"
"Oh, pshaw," she rolled her eyes and flapped her hand at him.  "He won't even consider such a thing, because we always pay.  Besides, everybody loves me.  I'm just so cute and innocent!  Pure as the freshly driven snow!"
He gave an indelicate snort.  "You haven't been innocent since the last time you saw snow."  He smirked faintly at her look of scandalized horror.
"How could you say such a thing!  Besides," she countered, "I saw snow just last week."
"Your trashy sitcoms on the viewer don't count."
"They're not trashy!"
"And you don't think the way you pine after Deedle-"
"Dietrich!"
" - doesn't cancel out any other 'innocence' you may claim?"
"Oh, God, I want that man's baby..." she swooned in her seat, and Santos shook his head and rolled his eyes.  That girl, along with about every other woman on the planet, had an insane infatuation with the tv star, that he would never understand.  They rode in silence for the next few minutes, their collective thoughts turning more towards the job as they drew closer to the "Shaft," the hole in the city that was used for traffic between levels.  Santos and Tanala lived in the 4th Tier of the city, below only the affluent and famous (like Deitrich) in the 5th Teir, and those in the government, or those who othewise ruled Terran'tal, who lived in their almost literal castles in the clouds in the 6th Teir.  The 4th was reserved for the well off and well to do, or those who could otherwise afford the costs of the 4th.  The 3rd was the average working class, and the fly-ways were populated more by public transports rather than private fliers.  2nd tier was the working poor, those just barely scraping by.  The ancient tramways and trains somehow still ran, but it was either trust the unreliable archae-tech, or walk.  1st tier, commonly known as Scabs, was down on the surface, where almost no sunlight penetrated, where crime was a way of life, and where the only 'law and order' was based on who had the bigger gun and more muscle.

It was to the 1st that they were now heading, both occupants of the flier buckling an extra set of straps to keep them in their seats when the car took the sharp turn downwards.  The glimmer of amusement was gone from Tana's eyes, and both scanned the area for any threats.  Most of the Scabs knew better than to mess with cars that came down this far, but that didn't mean there weren't the occasional hero or cowboy or just plain idiot who wanted to make trouble for the Uppers who came down on their shady business.
When the last of the sunlight was left behind, their headlights switched over to infrared, the entire winsheild and window assembly becoming a viewscreen so that they could see in the dark.  The hairs on the back of Santos' neck stood up as his sister deployed her own senses to assure that they weren't being targeted by anything their vehicle's sensors might miss.
"LZ Stat," he spoke calmly, though slightly clipped.
"Clear," was her response, and after another couple seconds their flier turned its nose sharply up and the thrusters stabilized it against the ground before they continued on.  Outside of the occasional blip from a screen or sensor, or gesture from Tana, the rest of the drive was quiet and uneventful.  Just the way they liked it.  In time, they made it to an ancient facility that stood in resolute impudence to the fact that everything around it looked about to crumble.

((More to come...stupid 15 minute breaks...))

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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #3 on: November 05, 2008, 12:15:46 PM »
The massive VTOL craft hovered over the rooftop that Rass stood upon. The thrust from the vertical jets of the pelican kicked up debris from the rooftop and tossed it about like toys across the flat surface. Even with the craft hovering off over the edge, with just the tail ramp grounded on the surface of the building, the thrusters still played hell with their hot wind, and the noise was a bit of a btich, but made it harder for anyone who might have been evesdropping to listen to the two men that stood there.

Rassi took the last few steps towards Rudolphi, his main Fixxer. Rudolphi hadn't lead him astray yet, and the jobs he managed to find were always top dollar by respected clients. So when the man had called offering up a 'job unlike any other' Rassi was eager to see what was going on. It was the usual meeting spot for the two. Rudolphi worked out of the 4th tier of the city. It was one of the reasons Rassi liked the man so much. Up here in the bigs, he found Rassi the highest dollar deals. But Rudolphi still had his connections to the 'bottom feeders' that were the more

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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #4 on: November 05, 2008, 02:03:44 PM »
Coming up to Oracle's little hole was like a game for Tana, even when she was in business-mode.  The tweaker had more security systems and survielance outside his bunker than some of the facilities she and her brother had broken into.  No one made it within 100 feet of his external door without him knowing.  So, she knew that their flier was noticed even as it slowly lowered to the filthy, crumbled concrete that was the ground so far below the "surface."  But just because their vehicle was spotted, didn't mean she was.  Oracle knew that they'd be coming; she'd told him so as soon as she'd calmed down enough to type straight.  But getting up to his door unseen was always a challenge that she took to with gusto.  If nothing else, it kept her in practice for the real jobs.

Tana was a street mage; the kind of kid who had magic, but was too poor to afford attending any of the schools for it.  So, growing up, while she and Santos had been part of the system, she'd learned to control it on her own.  After they got out of the homes, she found others like herself, and began to learn with others who were self-taught.  And she took to it like wildfire to dry grass.  Her skills now matched, and often topped, those who had attended the Academy, many times for the simple reason that, in her own words, she wasn't brainwashed into being held to rules and routine and limits.  If they had a need in their work, Tana found a way to do it with magic.

She now went into her routine with Santos.  His door opened, and she placed a veiling over herself and scrambled out after him.  In the dark, even with Oracle's expensive cameras, only her brother would be seen.  Santos, knowing that Tana used this opportunity to train, let her do her thing; he never understood the magic she used, having been born Mundane himself, but he knew that it had saved their asses a number of times.  He walked calmly forward, pausing only to point a clicker back at their vehicle and watched as it shut down, closed up tight, and surrounded itself in steel plates.  His sister matched his steps perfectly, using the first 20 feet to perfectly sync her heartbeat to his.  That took care of the next swath of defenses; Oracle had a heart monitor to expose any bodies that managed to hide from his cameras. Tana, however, after a little research, had discovered that it could not tell the difference between one heart, and two perfectly paced hearts.  After 30 feet of this, she expended a little more magic, lifting herself off the ground a few inches as Santos passed into the field of pressure sensors embedded in the ground.  She'd tried riding on his back once, but Oracle knew that their added weight was too much for one man, and had found her out as soon as Santos' foot touched the first pad.

75 feet gone...and she discovered that Oracle had a new toy.  An energy field passed beams across the entire path.  It was imperceptible to humans, and as Santos passed through, he felt only a slight tickle along his skin as he broke the beams, and the data was sent to the hermit inside.  Tana frowned; she had a spell she could use for this, but it was still in development, and tired her out to do it.  So she waited, hovering invisibly in the air, until Santos was almost to the steel door.  Teleportation was a highly regulated 'science,' in order to have a facility for it, you had to have enough permits to paper all the walls in your home with three layers.  Academies didn't even touch the subject.  But Street Mages were beginning to figure it out for their own use.  And Tana was among them.  So, when Santos paused at the door she closed her eyes and concentrated on the spell, and held her breath as her body literally disintegrated where it was, and reformed just in front of Santos.  And perfect timing, too; the vid screen flicked on just as she rematerialized, and she braced herself on the frame of the door, pressing herself against it to keep inside the thin blind spot.  This close to the door, there was a dampening field, which made magic use impossible.  But there was a blind spot in the cameras to hide in, so she waited while her brother identified himself to the Fixxer inside, and then grinned as she heard the machinery of the door begin to whirr to allow them entrance.  Winner!

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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #5 on: November 05, 2008, 02:19:06 PM »
The Tweaker's reaction at seeing her there in addition to her brother had been priceless.  Truly, she would cherish it for the rest of her life.  It was the kind of memory that made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside when it was frigid and pissing hail outside.  When they'd reached the inner door to the bunker, Oracle himself had opened it up, and shieked like a little girl and jumped back when Tana's face pushed suddenly forward into his.  His mistake, however, had been the jump; he'd lost the precious time needed to shut the door before she could get in, and now she and Santos strolled inside, he closing the inner door behind them.
"Hi Tweaky!"
"No!  No no no!  Damnit!  Not you!  You!  Out!  Now!"  He actually looked scared, and his eyes, which glowed gently green from the drug he used, darted from her to his computers.
"Aw, c'mon Tweak!  I promise!  No accidents this time."  She lifted her right hand over her heart, her left lifted in the air at her shoulder.
He was about to protest further, but Santos cleared his throat loudly.  "If you two are finished, we have business."
Oracle huffed, the soft lips of his androgenous face pulling into a slight pout, before he turned on his heel and returned to his station.
"Like I told you in the memo, this one is big."  He waved them over to the screens that spread across the entire wall in front of him, though Tana was nice enough to keep a few steps back.  She knew, as well as their Fixxer, that magic and tech didn't get along.  As in, exploded around each other if not properly contained.  "Amanda Acard is missing, daddy wants her back.  I've already hacked the police report," he passed a small viewscreen over his shoulder to Santos.  "It, as well as detailed background reports on her, her friends, and the officers who took the reports and the shop owners are included.  Plans of the shops, street layourts, sewer connections, etc etc, as per the usual price."
Santos nodded and handed over a credit stick, which was then placed in a slot on the console.  After a few minutes, the transfer was complete, and Oracle continued.  "This is pulling the bugs out of every crack.  Everyone's trying to get in on the pot."
"Run the tab as usual for all pertinant data as it comes in," Santos nodded, reading still, then passed it back to his sister.

((I'll have a full report of what most fixxers would have for their clients soon!))

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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #6 on: November 06, 2008, 01:44:43 PM »
Terran'tal Police Department
Missing Persons Report
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Initial call: 0245
Female call to emergency dispatch reports that another female vanished from group of friends in the Bella Donna shopping district.  Victim ID as Amanda Acard, age 19.
Unit on scene: 0305
Responding officer took victim description, location last scene.  Those in the party Amanda Acard vanished from tell same story; Victim and second female entered Casa Maia Boutique, others remained outside.  Second female, ID as Natalie Makker, reports stepping into the washroom, and when she returned, Acard was missing.  Friends outside did not see her emerge.  Store clerk reported seeing the two girls enter, but only the one leave after emerging from the wasroom.  Emergency exits are rigged with alarms, which were intact.  Rear alley access was locked.  Clerk reports no other individuals within the shop at this time.
Additional units on scene: 0330
Maestro Paulo Acard arrived with additional units.  Maestro Acard was highly aggitated, but rerfrained from aggression.  Against officer advice, Maestro Acard called in his private security.  Starting at 0400, a formal search was initiated.  All streets, businesses, and homes within a 5 mile radius were searched.  No sewer locks had been triggered during the period starting at the initial report to this time.  No suspicious vehicles or persons had been noticed or reported by locals.  Search was officially called off at 0700 at the discretion of Chief Kavol Markais.  Missing Persons report was filed by Maestro Acard at this time.  Against officer advice, he spoke with the media, which had begun to collect at the scene.  Maestro Acard offered a monetary reward for the return of his daughter.

Evidence Collected:
Surveillance Video
Door log - Main entry
Door log - Alley access
Door log - Emergency exit

Attached:
Witness statement: Natalie Makker, accompanying friend
Witness statement: Joel Karter, accompanying friend
Witness statement: Katie Makker, accompanying friend
Witness statement: Clevis McCarlin, Clerk, Casa Maia

Report filed by Lt. Lou Jurin
Report Approved by Detective Parlon Caddai
Report Approved by Chief Kavol Markais

Addendum:
Maestro Paulo Acard has begun a private investigation, calling on the local "ghost" population.  The latest monetary reward offered for her safe return is now 50 trillion credits.  The offered reward is expected to bring in professionals and amatuers from across the entire region.  Terran'tal police expecting a spike in disturbances with so many mercenaries in the city.

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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #7 on: November 06, 2008, 09:23:01 PM »
Rassi couldn't belive what he was reading actually. He had heard all the stories that were going on and the news flashes that came over the holo, but still. This one too kthe cake. And with aprice tag like that, holy hell... They were right though. Every single merc who go their hands on the information would be flocking to this area to try and get a peice of the pie. That meant alot of them would try working together. And that meant alot of them would weed out the others for him. it would turn into a ultra-tastic-extuplile-cross that would end up wiping out probably a good quarter of the local merc forces. Rass just had to make sure that he wasn't one of them. And that meant.... no partners. He smiled slightly as he stood up from the computer, slidin out the hard drive from it's slot. he pulled out a small man-portable PAD and sloted the small harddrive into it before he turned it on. A quick trip through quadruple encryption locks let him bring up the information on a small holoscreen that projected from the tiny emitter that mounted int he palm of his glove.

Rassi started whistling a tune for a moment as his fingers glided over the holographic keypad of the computer, pulling up hims music files and bringing up his AC/DC files. It was a good way to get him into a good mood. First off... 'High Voltage'. It was a tradition fo him to start off a mission with the song. It was his favorite song. As the music started pumping through the speakers mounted throughout the large hanger, Rassi set to work pulling up some of the equipment he would end up needing. It was time to prep the Pelican. He walked over to a vault door mounted in the wall of the hanger. His finger, once again, flashed over the key pad next to the door, working in several codes before the light next to the door went green and the locks of the door retracted slowly. Rassi pulled teh door open as the lights kicked on, basing the large room in a bright white light. Well, the lights themselves weren't THAT bright, but all the metal that they gleamed off of made them that much brighter. The room was filled with all kinds of weapons of destruction, some on a mass scale. Rassi started picking out the ones he would want to take. At least one high caliber sniper rifle. One anti-vehicle sniper rifle. His standard silenced pistols strapped into their high holsters. Grenades, melee weapons, his compound bow, etc..... All in all it took four round trips for Rassi to get everything that he wanted loaded up into the large transport aircraft. Loading up was always the longest part of the oeration. At least to him. he had to make sure everything was sloted into it's correct spot, ammo was stored propperly, emergency food and equipment were stocked. It all had to be taken care of and planned for. It was amuzing to him considering the fact that his first stop wasn't even going to be a combat environment.

It took a few hours to get everything sorted and stored propperly. But Rassi made sure it was there. He had neglected the act before and it had nearly gotten him killed, so he wasn't about to do it again. Especially when he needed to find ammo for the AV Sniper rifle when trying to shoot down an aircraft that was persuing him. That sucked the balls, actually. But never again. Rassi walked over to the small waredrobe that stood next to the computer station, pulling it open and pulling out his tactical vest, sliding it on over his clothes and then putting on the long black duster style coat that drapped over the top of it all. He pulled the neck gaiter up over his mouth and nose, massking off part of his face before he pulled on the headband over his forehead, syncing up the internal targeting computer with the holosights of all the weapons that were onboard. The only ones that weren't linked to the automated targeting system were his melee weapons, his compound bow, and the throwing knives. Even the grenades interfaced with the computer, showing Rassi where the grenade would land based on his strength, angle of trajectory, and imposing obsticles. It was one of the most expensive peices of equipment he owned, but also one of the smallest. The only other two that cost nearly the same were his enchanted bracers, the ones that allowed him to chuck grenade over 200 meters at a low trajectory, or punch through a steel door. He loved them. They gave him a massive edge in close combat compared to most. And allowed hm to use a compund bow that no normal man would ever be able to pull back. 600lbs of draw on the string hurled the arrows at the speed of some low caliber amunitions. it was amazing to hear an arrow break the sound barrier.

Rassi stepped onto the Pelican and hit the button to close up the hatch. Once in the cockpit, he fired up the engines and the AI brain of the ship. yet another peice of equipment that had nearly bankrupted him. But it was essential for his missions, so he had taken the hit without hesitation. Slowly, the generators powered up on the aircraft and the engines sparked to life. Rassi brought up the computer next to the pilot's seat, typing in a few commands as he brought up the local tracker net. He tapped in the first name on the list that he was looking for...Natalie Makker. It was time to get a few answers. Maybe glean some information that the police might have forgotten to ask about. He needed to start with the basics before he went snooping even futher. A quick manipulation of the trust controls and the Pelican lifted off the hanger floor, allowing the landing gear to retract into their bays. The door of the hanger slowly slide open once more, allowing Rassi to pilot the ship out of the hanger once again. Once the tail of the ship was clear, the doors slid closed once more. Rassi gingerly manuvered the ship out through the ally once more and back out into main traffic. As he hit the open air, the tracker popped up with the location he needed to go to.

Time to get some possible answers.

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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #8 on: November 06, 2008, 11:20:40 PM »
It was a lot of money.
Enough to even make her blink in surprise at the amount. 50 Trillion creds? Just for a child? Well, the Acards certainly could stand by it. Mr. Acard had dipped his fingers into several different buisnesses of every sort. This amount would set him back for only a moment... but it was still a heafty sum. Of course, it meant plenty of other things as well. If this contract were to fail, and the girl wasn't found, then the trickle effect would be felt world wide. Men with money were dangerous. Men with money, and a missing daughter could be catastrophic. He meant buisness, wanted results, and with this sort of reward, he wanted them now, not later.
Ezri sighed softly, the only outward sign of her doing so was the gentle lift of her raven locks which covered the right side of her face. Her bangs settled, tickling her cheeks as she considered.
It was a lot of money...
But, unlike the other Ghosts, Ezri didn't need to worry about money, she was rather comfortable living in the 5th Tier, and would remain there. It was, however, the appeal of the hunt that made her consider. Avery, the Fixxer always kept a special eye out for her. Sometimes he would find a rare and difficult task that would pique her interests and bring out 'Shades of Grey' from hidding. Sometimes he didn't. Sometimes she would go months or even years without moving from her every day life. But, that got old. It had been old. Two years since her interests have been teased, and now, uncertain on how to respond, Avery may have found something.
"It's hot. Every ghost in the city is going to respond to this. Babies who want to build a name, vetrans such as yourself." A race then? It brought the faintest traces of a smile to her lips. "Who knows? Maybe it'll grab some international attention?"
Ezri made a slight sound in her throat, disagreeing with his comment. Perhaps a few, but by the time those travelers were to get to the city, the information would be old news. Those who may know of anything, would be harrassed end over end and begin to close themselves off from the information highway. This wasn't the sort of Contract that one could sit back and ponder over.
She would need Laurent on this, and this time Ezri did sigh aloud, though still softly. With a nod of her head, the vampire pushed to a stand with a liquid grace that pleased the eyes, and smoothed the creases out of her silk slacks. "Fine."
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #9 on: November 07, 2008, 11:23:37 AM »
Time was of the essence.  Tana was looking through the documents as they made their way back up through the class tiers to their own 4th.  Oracle had given them a rough count of how many Fixxers were disseminating the contract, and would keep them posted whenever he heard about out of town teams coming in, though neither of them expected many to make the trip.  Santana was lucky, in that they were located close to the scene of the crime in a city that spanned from one horizon to the next.  Terran'tal was a huge megalopolis, massive to the point that the east and west city limits laid in different time zones.  And teams from all across it would descend on their core area by nightfall.  
"It's gonna get bloody, Santos," Tana mused absently as she read.
"Mm-hmm."
"I'll call up Bill, make sure he holds reserves for us."
"No need," the weapons master of the team responded with a bit of a grin.  "I've already sent him a note.  Besides, you know he doesn't serve out-of-towners."
"Ah yes.  I forgot his 'local access only' policy.  Handy thing, that."
"Mm-hmm."
"We don't have much time to waste.  We've got to get a lead before everyone else starts making havoc."
"What do you think?  Talk to the friends?"
"Nah, they don't know anything.  It'd be in the reports."
"So, what then?"  He spared a glance from the skyway to lift a brow at his sister.
She just beamed back at him.  "I think it's time to go shopping."

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« Reply #10 on: November 11, 2008, 07:44:17 PM »
Normally, travel between Tiers was pretty closely watched.  However, being Ghosts had certain perks, which allowed them to travel easily up to the 5th Tier to make a visit to Casa Maia Boutique.  Of course, Tanala was all sorts of excited that she got to dress up and go shopping, which Santos almost never let her do, as well as possibly hobnob and brush elbows with the rich and famous.  And, oh god, maybe even catch a glimpse of Dietrich.  Of course, Santos had to remind her that they were working, and to keep her head straight.  "Killjoy..."

It was some hours later that they were finally able to hover for a landing at the end of the lane that Casa Maia, and a number of other very high end shops were settled on, this particular district designed to make it look like there was only blue sky above, rather than the reality of several more stories of building.  Tana fairly skipped out of the flier and did a little twirl in the artificial sunlight, the skirt of the sundress that was her current costume spinning out from her legs.  Santos, looking cool and casual in his slacks and partially unbuttoned dress shirt and slightly slouched jacket, hid an impressive arsenal of firearms, and even a few explosive charges.  "Just in case."  Of course, that meant that he'd have to wait outside while his sister went "shopping," but it was a small shop, she was a big girl, and he wanted to keep lookout anyway.  So when they reached Casa Maia, Tana let out a practiced, excited squeal, and made a show of trying to tug him inside for her latest conquest.  Santos, ever the bored chaperone, slipped loose from her hold and leaned against the embellished column on the facade of the building, arms crossed and dark shades down.  Tanala pouted at him, and then danced inside with a swirl of skirt.  Easy part was over.  Now it was time to really work.

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« Reply #11 on: November 12, 2008, 05:02:18 PM »
It took a little while for Rassi to find a non-commercial pad to set the pelican down on. Gods knew that this place wasn't used to larger bulk fliers like his. But it still wasn't the first one it had ever seen. So after a few extra minutes, the ship was an the ground. Rassi cut the engines and powered down the generators to an idle. He would leave the ship running in case he needed to bug out quick for some reason. In the pilot's seat Rass turned to a small computer screen mounted high on the canopy as he tapped a few things into the keyboards as he sent out a broad band sensor sweep across the area. He wanted to see what kind of security measures the shops had in effort to keep 'scum' out from their shops. Rassi didn't want to go waltzing in there only to get himself tagged by some overbuffed security sensors.

It only took a second for the readings to come back. Several mid-grade sensor clusters on all the doorways into the shops. Not to hard to overcome. Rass smiled as he closed out the screen and walked back into the cargo bay once again to complete his loadout.

A little while later and Rassi was walking off the ramp as it closed behind him. He had only needed to pick up his scrambler node to fluster the security scanners at the doors. That would get him in lickity split. The small node was attached to the headband that he wore over his head. A small little metal disc on each side of the main sensor cluster on his forehead. Simple and discreet. Rassi pulled the long coat closed over his chest, covering up the tactical vest he wore underneath. He didn't even look out of place. The coat he wore was a of a designer quality so it looked right in place with the other people walking to and fro as they went. Rassi held up his hand for a second, letting the holodisplay flicker to life for  second, pinpointing the store that the girl was in before he closed it once more and moved to to the door. He smiled contently for a moment as he walked towards the door of the shopping center. Seemed like things were going simple enough.

Then, slowly he slowed to a stop. Through the passing people, Rass picked out a face that struck him strange. He stood there for a moment, looking at the man standing by the entrance of the store, seemingly harmless. For some reason, the man's face struck Rass's memory. Something about him seemed all too familiar. And it took him a second to scan his memory to figure out why. Suddenly it struck him and a realization. God, what was his name.... Santos? eh, he forgot off the top of his head. But the bastard had been part of the main reason Rass's last contract went a little further south then it would have otherwise. Him and that god forsaken sister of his. Where was she at, by the way? Oh well, at least with the two seperated they should be easier to deal with. Rassi continued forward slowly for amoment, waiting to see just how long it would take for this guy to notice him. Or if he would at all. God, if only Rass had seen this already. He'd have just used the a sniper rifle from the Pelican and taken care of one of teh duo right here and now. Then, the sister would havn't have been much of a problem in her self. That would make up for the money they had cost him.

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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #12 on: November 14, 2008, 02:15:26 PM »
Santos would have been dead long ago if he overlooked such things as a Pelican trying to find a place to land in te 5th Tier shopping district.  A gunman he may be, but that didn't stop him from owning all the latest and greatest toys.  Each dark lense fed him a variety of peices of information; traffic, local police locations, human occupancy of a 1-block radius, and other relevant data as he needed them, called up by a small dial on the side of the glasses, activated when it seemed he did nothing more than adjust the frames on his face.  He only knew of one other Ghost who would so brazenly fly such a massive bird into this district.  A new kid, reletively speaking.  Only recently starting to really make a name for himself.  Someone who could cause trouble.  And someone who didn't seem overly concerned about collateral damage.  Looks like the fun's about to start.

Inside, Tana chattered happily with the sales clerk, dishing the latest gossip, who was spotted where, and omigod, did you hear?  Amanda Acard's missing?  No way, from this shop!!  Oh how awful!  The poor thing!  Such a tragedy!  What was she shopping for?  Over there?  Well, whatever She has, I have to have too!  It really was far too easy.  Within minutes, Tana was in the section of the shop Amanda had last been seen in, and safely away from the eyes of the clerk.  The clothes in this section were a very high end, with a very high end price tag.  She made a show of browsing through the displays, holding clothes up to a mirror, thinking, changing her mind, all the things a rich spoiled girl would do while deciding if certain clothes were good enough for her or not.  However, all the while, her senses were expanded, picking up on energy fluctuations, lingering energies, anything that would give a clue.  Then, she felt it; it was like feeling a sticky mist on her skin; lingering magic.  Magic?  Was a mage involved?  Not utterly impossible.  Maestro Acard had given the thumbs down on several major business deals put forward by the Magi community lately.  Maybe one of them was bitter about it?  But, no one else had been in the shop at the time of the girl's disappearance...

Tana knelt down by a display case of bracelets, as though looking closely at the gems and precious metals within, though her eyes were focussed elsewhere.  Or rather, elsewhen.  Tana had figured out that, by tapping into latent energies of a place, she could view recent events.  The stronger the energies, or the higher the energy at that time, the easier it was to view them.  The world around her turned to grey, and the details seemed to be washed out a little.  She searched the ether for high energy that had happened in the last day, and found it.  Frighteningly, it was much easier to find than she had expected.  Strong magic had occurred here.  The complexity of which only those who had spent years in the Academies could do.  Tana focussed the time, and the details around her sharpened a little, though remained grey and muted.  She looked around slowly, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.  Just the shop around her.  A minute later, though, a young woman appeared from behind a curtain, modeling clothes, and looking around.  Must be the friend...  So, further back.  Tana's eyes closed, and she 'rewound' the scene by several minutes, feeling the mass of power that she had first tuned in on, and then a little bit more.  When she opened her eyes again, she was staring straight into the muted face of Amanda Acard.  The woman was knelt on the floor, looking at the case of jewlery, just as Tana was.  But something caught her attention to the side of it.  Tana watched as the girl reached out for an object beyond her sight, and then...vanished.  Clear as day, one moment she'd been there, the next...gone.  No way...  Again.  Play it again.   She'd been about to do it again, to move to get a better angle, but a small vibration from her ear snapped her back to the present.  Amanda was gone, and the colors and sounds were almost too much for her senses after having been in a dull, muted world.  Again the buzz at her ear, and Tana reached up to the earpeice and touched it, stilling the buzzing, and letting her brotherk now she got the message.  Something was happening outside.  But, that was fine, she'd found what she needed.

Picking a dress from the rack without really caring what it was, Tana squealed as if it were the perfect one, and skipped up front with it.  "This one!  Omigod, I have to have this one!"  1800 creds...Santos wasn't going to be happy, but he'd live.  Especially when they collected the bounty.  So, with her bogus purchase in the trendy bag, and the bag in her hand, Tana started for the door, a quick tap at her earpeice informing him that she was on her way out.

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« Reply #13 on: November 17, 2008, 09:23:23 AM »
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Well, unfortunatly, Rassi couldn't wait forever with this. And Gods only knew what that sniveling little partner of Santos's was doing inside while the 'Watch dog' kept an eye on the door. And Rassi wasn't about to let them have their way with the whole area. Come hell or high water, Rassi was going into that store. The merc moved forward once again, his hand slipping into his coat for a second and flipping the safties off of both pistols and two different grenades. If it came to be, Rassi was going to give the man something to think about next time he tried to intervene with Rass's operations. The young merc kept himself in check from pulling his guns right there. Santos had been the primary reason why his last paycheck had been so damn small. Rass felt like a little payback would have been in order. Butthat wouldn't have been a good thing, seeing as they were in the middle of a public area. No reason to give the police more reason to lock the area down. That would only complicate things further, for everyone. And that would, in turn, mean a smaller paycheck at the end of it all as well. So, Rassi decided to try and keep things civil for now. Rass walked forward towards the door, not even slowing down as he approached Santos standing there, acting like he never even noticed the man.

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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #14 on: November 17, 2008, 11:20:09 AM »
Santos continued to watch Rassi as the merc approached, sensors that fed into his glasses locating the signitures of the weapons on the other man's body, just as his own variety of weapons would show up to Ghost-grade scanners.  And the headband...a scrambler?  Clever...  Santos had spent the time and credits to have his signatures altered so they wouldn't be picked up by any but high-sensitivity military scanners.  Many of the highest paid Ghosts did the same, whereas the lower eschelons of the underworld had to make due with scramblers.  But he had to admit, sometimes it was beneficial to go lo-tech like that.  Risky, though, wearing it so exposed.  Of course, none of this kept him from sliding his hands casually into his pockets to remove his own safeties, though drew out a stick of gum as one hand returned to sight, as though that had been his intention all along.  Hurry up, brat...

Rassi was still a few feet when Tana came to the door, and she saw him through the frosted glass a moment before she opened it, silly smile in place and bag in hand, as though nothing were wrong, and all they'd been doing was going out to shop.  But that didn't stop her from keeping every sense tuned onto the other merc and a spell on her fingertips, just in case.  But, he had yet to make a move, so she continued up to Santos and smiled at him.  "Ready?"
"If you're done spending all my money."
"Never.  But I found what I wanted," she grinned, and lifted the bag a bit.  "I can't wait to show you."
"Whatever.  Let's go home, I'm hungry."  He pushed smoothly away from the side of the building, still watching Rassi out of his periphery, and started away from the building.  Tana started after him, still keeping a mental eye on Rassi, lest he decide to try to shoot them in the back.

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« Reply #15 on: November 17, 2008, 11:46:04 PM »
There were few people in the city that Rassi wouldn't jsut ghost right now. And these two were among that list. And they just HAD to have shown up here as well. Gof**kingfigure... But for now, they seemed pretty copiseic as Tana, or whatevershernuts, whever her name was, waltzed out of the store. That shoping bag was just begging for a live grenade too. God it would have been funny as hell, but to easy to drp and run, while casting at that. So that was no dice. Instead, Rassi just kept walking on past, his head serving slowly to watch the two as they walked away. Rassi wasn't so unhonrable to put a buller ina man's, or woman's, back. But staring down the scope of a big bore rifle fraom a few miles out was a sight different from that. Rass found no dishonor in that. And no matter what happened with this mission, he swore to make sure those two found out what it would be like to be on the business end of that rifle. He didn't care how good the little tramp was, if for some reason he missed, even she couldn't cast a spell that far out. All in all in this world, nothing beats the power of a little human inginuity.

But, as it were, they were all walking away from their little staring contest, and judging by the look on the little welps face, she had managed to find something out. Something important," Probably wasn't through talking to anyone either..." Rass mummbled more to himself then anything as he watched to two get lost out int he shuffle of people. One thing was for sure, he was going to have to run a bug sweep of the Pelican when he got back to it. Gods only know what kidna creepers that bastard was going to try and throw his way. Rassi just shook it off, opening the door to the store and stepping inside....

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Re: Missing Links
« Reply #16 on: November 18, 2008, 11:19:09 AM »
The sales woman inside smiled brightly at him, unaware of the minor showdown that had happened just outside her door, nor or the number of weapons her customer carried on him.  "Welcome to Casa Maia, sir!  Can I help you find anything today?"


"You're an idiot, you know that?"
"Oh please, you know I never took my senses off of him."
"You're still an idiot."
"And you're not for letting him get so fucking close?"
"Couldn't be helped.  Too many witnesses."
"And that's why I did as I did.  He's a loose cannon, but even he knows when there's too many people around."  Tana paused and rolled her shoulders and popped her neck, shifting the energies wrapped around her fingers, as though she were simply thinking to herself and making counting gestures.  "We won't get that lucky again, though, I'm sure.  But in the mean time, he'll have a bit more to think about."  Tana glanced over her shoulder at the door as it vanished behind a wall of people and grinned, wiggling her fingers at it, as though waving goodbye to the man who just walked inside.  In truth, she was playing with the sensor.  Magic and tech didn't play nice together, but she knew how to apply just enough magic to mess with circuits without frying them.  So, when Rassi left the shop, he was in for a bit of a surprise when the security alarm went off.  "And you're right.  Lunch sounds great.  Your treat?"
Santos just snorted.  "Come on, runt."

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« Reply #17 on: November 20, 2008, 02:49:36 PM »
Rassi looked to the woman who addressed him when he walked through the door. His charming smile spread across his face after a second as he walked towards her," Actually, to tell the truth, I am just here looking for someone." He reached into his pocket and produced a police badge and ident card, flipping it open for the woman to look at as he scanned the small shop over slowly, noting everyone that was inside, and trying to pick out where this Natalie was at so he could talk to her. It was an expensive forgary, to say the least, but it would pass any civilian's inspection, and any other police officer who wasn't paying too much attention. Rass had payed a small fortune for the id, as he could use it to slip into areas unharrased," I am actually looking for a Ms. Makker, Natalie. I'm from the police preceint. Detective Rafferty, I wanted to talk to her about the dissapearance that happened here the other day. And if at all possible, the salesperson who was working here that day as well. Brass sent me down here to see if there was anything that might have gotten ommitted and give the place another run through to see if any evidence might have gotten left behind by the forensics team, as unlikely as it is. Just a routine check up really to cover all our bases. With all the neophite mercs that are going to be crawling through here, we want yto make sure everything is a covered as possible before they go tearing up the scene or any of the witnesses.

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« Reply #18 on: November 21, 2008, 01:29:13 PM »
Ther clerk looked the badge over carefully, but was convinced by the forgery.  Besides, the police had been in and out many times over the last few days.  This latest detective wasn't familiar, but then again, she hadn't worked all of the shifts that they'd visited.  In fact, she wasn't tipped off that something might not be right until he started to speak.  The police knew how to contact all of the witnesses...so why was he looking for them here?  In fact, the police had warned the owner, who had told all of the staff, about the risk of illegal investigations that people would try to hold on their own, and to be on the lookout for any such persons who seemed suspicious.  Even so, she kept a calm face that betrayed none of these thoughts.  "I'm sorry, Ms. Makker has not been in to the shop since the incident."  It was no huge secret who some of their clientale were, especially since the media had gotten hold of the list of people involved at the time.  But he'd also asked for Clevis, who, on police suggestion, was taking a leave of absense from work.  This Detective should have also known that.  The woman was about to answer his second request when the door opened again.  Even before she'd turned all the way to see the new customer, lights were going off behind the counter, and a small light over the door, about the size of a nailhead, which was normally green flashed red.  The man wore higher end clothes which didn't quite fit him, and his features had a dirty, rough appearance to them.  Certainly someone who was suspicious looking.  Without even thinking, the clerk's hand went to the panic button under the counter, which in seconds was sending a live feed of the cameras within the shop to the local precinct.  The other man flicked his gaze quickly around the shop, and then froze when he saw Rassi already inside.
To Rassi, he was clearly an amature who was unfamiliar with work in the upper Tiers.  It was a wonder that he'd even made it this far, though he'd probably mugged some poor man, stolen his clothes and dumped him in an alley somewhere.  If it hadn't been for his inopportune entrance, Rassi might have gotten some small amount of information from the clerk, and been leaving before he was really discovered.  But now the silent alarms were running, and he'd have less than five minutes before the first officer was on scene.

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« Reply #19 on: November 24, 2008, 12:07:27 AM »
She had tired of life ages ago, longing for things that had died out, slipped away to the far reaches of the world while they still remained foreign. She missed silence; the dark hush of the evening in the middle of a medow, with nothing but the breeze of the wind. She missed smelling pine trees and the salt from the sea. She missed crickets, the baying of a wolf, the endless canvas of stars, all the things that were denied to her now in life that she had taken for granted so long ago.

Few would ever know of this, of course. Ezri's personal touches were kept strictly to her private rooms, where unwanted company or those pesky social calls would be kept in ignorance. They wouldn't see the rich wooden furniture that mingled with the fur rugs or natural stone. Drift wood and antlers, potted plants and paintings of mountains and sunsets. They wouldn't know that she had an actual orange tree growing in the center of her solarium, which also hosted a trickling pond with koi fish and lillies on pads. Her piece of history that others never would truely understand or get.

Except Laurent.

She found him to be a fascinating creature, if not brash and a bit impulsive. When his hot blood didn't get the best of him, she found herself starring into eyes that hosted an aged soul so much like her own. In those rare moments he took her by surprise, Laurent's fluid words were profound and true, spoken with a kindred view that took her breath away. Ezri had found something within him that made the vampire want to live longer, to watch what may happen next with his next move. He almost made her smile.

Laurent didn't sit in chairs, he lounged. It was that velvet cat coiled up deep within him, causing him to stake out a piece of furniture with a regal air. As if this were all his, and he could do as he damn well pleased. Both arms were outstretched over the back of the couch, his yellow eyes regarding the orange tree with a haughty displacement. A tree? Is that the best you can do? As if he had many of his own. Again, he almost made her smile.

Ezri returned her focuss to the bonsai she was tending to; a japanese maple closing on a hundred years now. It, like all the others, had joined her care at the tender state of a seed. It sat where it would recieve the most light, stretching it's miniture branches with brightly colored leaves that looked like drops of blood hovering in the air. She found peace in the task of carring for them as well as the orchids inside the room with them, but even with Laurent here she had to keep from getting too comfortable. It wouldn't do if he heard her humming. Again.

"I believe it's a good match."

The vampire set the small clippers down, carefully collecting the scraps that had tumbled onto the table beside the plant's pot. She nodded once, slightly, before discarding the clippings in a small bin at the end of the table.

"Going to have a rather large crowd you know." She did. "Sure to collect the undesirables- think we will run into Antasis?" She hoped not. Laurent grunted, as if he had heard her thoughts and was agreeing with them. The last run she and Laurent had been on was well over two years ago, when a Coorporation was trying to overtake the water suplies, working with some nefarious backwater group. That had been another race to the end, though Antasis had tried to clean themselves of 'Shades of Grey' the whole while. Those men didn't know how to work with others when the time called for it, and Laurent suffered by a blade down the length of his spine. She wasn't certain if the scar was still there today or not.

Finally turning, Ezri approached the back of the couch and set her palm against the cherrywood. The cushions were suade, caressing the skin where it touched, and contrasted with the dark tones in its own natural color. "There will be more trouble going into this one, then the last." Her voice was soft but rich, holding the faintest undertone of a Northern accent. Even the well traveled would have a hard time placing it, and when asked, Ezri always replied with the same. Nothing.

Laurent regarded her as she moved around the front of the couch, his brow quirking as she spoke more then with her usual nod or shrug. "There will be more... hm." Her lip twitched, not a shadow of a smile, but the simple pull of emotion and thought that might have once placed an expression on her stoic features. "Difficulties." Ezri kneeled besides the pond, slipping her hand into the cool water besides the koi fish. They didn't scatter when her hand submerged, but they didn't rush to it either, regaurding it just as they would the many purple water lillies drifting above them. "Its a lot of money."

"Theres going to be more fighting amungst each other then searching. I wouldn't be surprised if...accidents, were to happen." His nice way of saying that the other runners out there would smell blood and actively seek it. If they kill the others off, then there wasn't any compitition. And, if there wasn't any compitition, then the 50 trillion was as good as theirs. It wasn't going to be easy, which she liked, and it was going to be dangerous, which she didn't care. But, before she ran in, head first, she wanted to make sure it was all alright with her partner. He had others to worry about, like the local pack.

"Well...when the hell do we start?" Ezri sighed. No use telling him to think it over. He wouldn't. "Now."
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
"Shit."

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The clerk dropped to the floor with a shriek as soon as that mask went up and his hand touched the pistol.  The other merc glared venemously at Rassi, hands pausing from reaching for his own arms.  He at least had enough sense to know that it was a race he wouldn't win.  "Bastard!  Keep outta this!  I'll paint th' walls with ya!"

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Several small alarms went off on the dash of their hover car, but after a quick glance, they paid it no mind.  The cops were going in the other direction.  Tana grinned wide and lounged back in her seat.  "Looks like our friend found my surprise."
"Speaking of surprises, what did you find?" Santos glanced over at her, then back to the skyway before him.
"Ah, now that would be telling," she winked at him.  It wasn't that she didn't trust the security and scramblers on their craft, it was just...something she would feel more comfortable talking about once they were back to their flat, and she could pace around.
"Is it big?"  A brow lifted slightly at her.
"...Huge."  And there was a slight shake in her voice.  Whatever it was, it was bigtime.  Santos frowned slightly, but said nothing more.  About half way back to their place on the 4th, Tana sent a message out from her poc-com, chewed at her lip, and then did a little searching around on her own.  Though she knew the really useful info wouldn't come until she got her requested call.  Their hover glided easily into the parking level, the attendant smiling and tipping his hat to them, as he did to everyone who came and went on business that was none of his.  All the way to the lift, up to their floor, and down the hall to their door, she was silent, looking as though she'd simply had fun shopping on hre brother's credits.  However, once the door was closed and locked behind then, she applied her own locks and wards, all across their entire unit, closing all window shades, as per usual when they were working on a job.  Santos was becoming increasingly curious, but before he could ask again what she had found, her com chimed out an incoming call.  She made for the livingroom, and tossed a peripheral earbud and mouthpeice to Santos, so he could sit in on the call.  Then she pulled up the call, grinning as Oracle's avatar appeared on her screen instead of the man himself.
"Good morning, sweetcheeks," she fairly purred to him.  Santos rolled his eyes, but listened as Oracle responded.
"Santana," he spoke simply, addressing them both.  "What's so important that I have to call you?"
"Tell me a story," she started, and flopped back into the sofa.  "Of teleportation."
"There's a lot to hear," he spoke vaguely, waiting for more from her.
"I certainly hope so.  Personal Teleportation," she said again.  "Port Keys, specifically."  Santos furrowed his brows at her.
Oracle laughed faintly.  "Forbidden tech, magi.  You should know that much.  Imperfect magic that was never fully developed.  Military toyed with it for a bit, but gave up when they kept losing people and equipment.  No one's touched it since before you were born."
"Sweet talker," she grinned, then became serious.  "I think the history books forgot something, or someone forgot their history.  I caught an Echo in Casa Maia, of Miss Acard when she vanished.  And she did just that."
"Vanish?  Impossible."
"I humbly disagree.  When I saw the Echo, she was crouched on the floor, reaching for something.  I couldn't see what, but as soon as she got it in her hand, she was gone.  And there was a powerful flux of energy at that point, enough that I was able to use it as a focus to find the scene."
Oracle was quiet for a time, and a moment later a list of names and corporations was downloading to her com.  

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"Wrong answer, numbnuts." Rassi pulled the pistol up in the blink of an eye. As soon as the pistol left the holster, Rassi's targeting computer kicked in, superimposing a targeting reticle over his eyesight following the path of the muzzle of the silenced pistol in his hand. Rassi brought the pistol up in a fraction of a second, putting a single round into both of the man's knees as well as one through the palm of his firing hand before the man could even fall to the ground in a scream of pain. Rassi instantly holstered the pistol once more, reached down and picked up the brass casings from his spent ammo and put them in his pocket. He walked towards the man on the floor, his eyes betraying his amusement to the wounded man," Next time, if there ever is one, be sure to go with option 'A'. Because next time, I'll just double tap your f**king face." With that, Rass turned and walked out of the store, not bothering with the alarms of the sirens from the sound of incoming police cars. IT was a department store, after all. The police would think it was some random shop-lifter and send a car or two over. Nothing Rass couldn't snuff out if he needed to. They wouldn't respond properly for another few minutes yet until the back up came from the police station noticing the firefight in the store. Rass had time to get out of dodge before anything too hot started rolling his way. One thing was for sure, he was downright pissed that he had gotten nothing out of the whole ordeal. And gods only knew what those two peckerwoods had found out there before he had gotten there. So next time, he'd have to make an example out of them.

Rassi walked over to the Pelican, hitting the button to retract the boarding ramp as he walked to the cockpit and sat down in the pilot's seat. He punched the engines to life, lifting the ship off the landing pad and pushing it straight up into the air. He Pulled the ship around in a wild arc before hammering the throttle and bolting off at break neck speeds towards the mix and buzz of traffic. He figured one of the police cars would end up chasing him, but they would be easy enough to loose, or shoot down if needed. The large Pelican vaulted through the traffic ways at full throttle, deftly dodging through the cars in its flight for the main corridor down to the lower levels.

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The lowlife could do nothing but clutch at his hand and scream in pain as he rolled on the floor, the clerk still huddled in fear behind the counter.  Rassi, however, would find his estimation of the police response as insufficient.  They weren't quite waiting for him when he came out the door, but they were very close, and there was certainly more than just a couple units on the way.  They knew that Ghosts would be making moves on the shop and knew that, eventually, they'd run into each other, and shit would go down.  They came prepared to take them into custody.  And while the Chief would have liked to have gone after the Pelican as it roared away from the high-end shopping district, it was enough that they got one of the maggots off the streets.  Besides, a guy with a ship like that would no doubt outgun his officers, and it just wasn't worth it to lose men in an attempt to make a show at chasing them down.  Besides, only moments after they arrived on scene the pirana media were already showing up as well.  Which meant that one, or all of them, were tapping into secure police lines.  Which was just more trouble than he wanted right now.
The police were indifferent to the suffering of the man as they cuffed him and dragged him off to a cruiser, several of which had filled the square and blocked off incoming traffic of any sort for three levels up.  The poor clerk was sobbing when the police escorted her out, and she too was ushered into a car to take her off scene where she could give a statement away from the press.  Needless to say, Casa Maia's would no longer be a viable source of information.  Which meant that, for any Ghost who hadn't yet been able to get in, they'd have to get their information in other ways.  Like from those who had.

 

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