[OOC: @Mercedes: ya, you know you're a little baked...but you don't know why you're stuck astrally perceiving. You are able to maintain your composure though.]
@Cynthia: Since it's stopped raining, you pull the tight fitting hood and face mask of your chameleon suit over your head and sub-vocally instruct the processor to engage the ruthenium polymers and light sensor array. As you walk along the alley you see your form fade away and you take on the appearance of a flexible glass sculpture which in the daylight is still somewhat conspicuous if observed in detail. The alley which connects 184th and 185th intersects a small service alley which runs in between the buildings on either side of the city block and a clutter of small fire escapes belonging to both sets of buildings rise up on either side above you. If you make a left at the alley you can see the back of the building which houses 1324 but you have no idea how the apartment numbering in the building works. On a fire-escape on the building opposite 1324 you see a hispanic looking female troll draped in a moo-moo and wearing flip-flops grilling something on a spit which you hope to god is not a devil-rat.
@Rest of Team:
After 15 minutes of digging through piles of dirty clothes, lifting-up matresses, and shuffling through drawers, you all find a little wooden box when Woofer thinks of ripping out the stuffing from a cute little bust-a-move drone and checking the gutted hardware chasis inside. In the box you find:
1. a little plastic bag half-full of the same dried up herb Mercedes got a whiff of
2. about 20 data chips painted several different psychedelic colors
3. a little book with the title "Combat Mage Karl: Asamando Chronicles"
You still haven't found any commlinks however, so you press on and just as you hear the doorbell ring you find 2 commlinks inside the zipper pockets of a jacket in the closet!
Germaine opens the door to the room and in a hushed voice asks you to all hurry into the living room. A black house-keeping crawler drone with a suite of red glowing sensor arrays on it opens the door with one of it's myomeric tentacles and steps aside as the security guard who was at the checkpoint comes in the room with a concerned look on his face...you can now clearly see his name-tag says "Crawford" on it....behind him comes a bigger man with an armored vest and a visored cap which says "Security" on it.
Crawford: "It looks like we have a little bit of a problem....it turns out that our scanners are not on the fritz at all and the ID was rejected during the data-base cross-reference. The bad news is that I can't just do another scan, but the good news is that if Ms. Baccarin would briefly come with us we can sort this matter out over at the central security office in the north tower."
Guard #2: "If the rest of you need to be on your way then we would be more than willing to provide transportation for Ms. Baccarin once we've cleared her. We are very sorry for the inconvenience Mr. Robinson."
Germaine looks wide-eyed at the guards, he then turns slightly toward Mercedes, his face all of a sudden growing cold and devoid of expression "I see....well Ms. Baccarin would you please accompany the gentlemen to the north tower?"
