[martinchaen]

Breeze's outburst did little to dampen Loki's mood. "Hehe, well that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word," he said simply, and left the man to his own devices.

[Blazrath]

Dantes would of driven back to the safehouse after all the excitement dies down. He wouldn't go inside though at first, he needed to catch his breath. Seeing the house, he didn't want to go inside just yet and walked to the corner store. There he would grab a six pack and head back over, probably the last one to get inside of the house. One of the cheap beers would be opened as soon as he got in and would drink it down as he got the tv on for the news. EVO was good at getting the story out fast, so it was nice to see some media coverage. When the guy started to exclaim about what he did at the school, Marcus almost threw an empty bottle at his head to try and bean him hard. He stopped himself before his hand would move though, as he would wait later to put the knife through him if he continues to be a liability like that.

When it came to the savior of the college, all Marcus would do is silently hand him an open beer, not saying anything, not looking away from the tv. He would be on his fourth beer when Breeze would ask him. "Uuuuuhhhpp... I can do that. When do you want to do that?" He would say, trying to keep himself cool right now. This seemed pretty bad though.

[reyjinn]

"Uuuuuhhhpp... I can do that. When do you want to do that?"

Breeze sighed slightly, "I definitely want to get a little shut-eye before heading out again. I’m going to have a cursory glance at the stuff I lifted off of that dudes commlink and then try to get some sleep. You want me to wake you when I’m ready for heading out?"

[Poindexter]

Oh boy. Are we fucked?

Ian's mind raced as he sat on the couch in the little room full of angry men, listening as the crew fell apart before his eyes. Loki, the elf he'd believed to be THE professional of the group had just pulled some crazy shit and put the rest of the group at risk. Breeze, the bad-ass decker seemed to have fallen down on the job and almost got a bullet through the brain for it. He was obviously pissed at Loki, even though that bullet woulda had his name on it with or without the tricksy elf. He got targeted as soon as he started trying to brick that drone and if I hadn't had his back, we'd probably be aborting this mission right now. The rest of the team didn't seem phased by the whole affair, but the rift between their astral overwatch and matrix overwatch was a development that worried Ian a great deal and made him feel like his back might not be as safe as he'd thought. As tensions continued to rise, Hopeless slank down in his seat more and more.

At the mention that Breeze has some data to go over, Ian's spirits lift a bit. Maybe he didn't fuck up after all. Maybe he was just busy grabbing the good shit and putting himself at risk to do it? He finally pipes up. "Hey, ummmm... Breeze? If ummm... if anything I got might be useful, I can like, ummm... i can... send ya a copy of all the- all my data from today. It's pretty much... well, it's mostly video, but there might be something you could, like... use or something?"

That REMINDS me!

Turning to Loki, he adds "So hey! You dropped off the face of the earth without sayin shit." His tone is changed from his usual uncertain stagger. It has a sense of purpose behind it now, like it did during the riot earlier. And he has a look on his face, not of anger, but almost like he smelled a fart, and knows who did it, but they wont cop to it. "You said 'watch the girls' and so i did. To the exclusion of some other things that may have been more beneficial to the team, i might add. So? Who the hell are they? Why were they so important? I kept good tabs on em, Loki. I know the damn number of the damn squad car they got tossed in, ok? And if you hadn't come back online when ya did, i was about to follow that squad car to see what station it went to. So, what gives, huh, chummer? Who are they?" Then, slightly louder, and to no one in particular, he adds "And who the FUCK was the crazy S&M rigger back there? Why didn't we follow HIM?"

He looks around the room expectantly at the rest of the group, waiting for the piece of info that's gonna make everything snap into place, but doubting it will come.

[martinchaen]

Loki grin grew wider as Hopeless finally started showing signs of growing a spine. "Since you kept such close watch, omae, you may have noticed we were getting shot at as we made our escape; despite the commotion and his indignation" he said as he nodded in Breeze's direction, "as a direct result of today's activities we've learned several things about this place." He began ticking off fingers one by one.

"One, security around here seems to more than just a little trigger happy, shooting students who for all they knew were simply fleeing for their lives; yes, they were using non-lethal ammunition, sure, but gas and stick-n-shock can still kill your target if you're unlucky. So, we know what these guys are armed with."

"Two, we also know what security will do when push comes to shove. These guys didn't waste a breath; they shouted "Halt", and when we didn't comply they opened fire. I doubt I'll need to tell you how important it is to know your enemy before engaging him in battle." Loki waved his hand before Hopeless could speak. "It doesn't matter; text I read by some old guy named Sun Tzu or something."

"Three, I'm sure Breeze here can manage to find out how long it took the armed and armored response team to arrive at the scene by digging through some public footage, maybe even determine when exactly backup was called in. That would give us response time, and more information on how these guys operate." He looked over at the teams decker to see if he was still fuming. "And he has the gall to call me unprofessional? Hah, shortsighted fool, threatening a magician... a magician he knows for a fact has the ability to manipulate minds, no less. Clearly less intelligent than I first thought, or maybe just more emotional."

"Four, we know there's high tensions running between these Retro-Futurists, the AML student body (at the very least), and the campus security forces; if there's one thing I am good at it's introducing a little... anarchy... to upset the established order." He smiled wide as he finished up. "Consider what I managed to do with just a few inspiring touches done completely on the fly in the span of a few seconds... Now imagine what I can do given three days to perform more thorough machinations behind the scenes of the conflict between these retro-futurists and the goody-two-shoes peace-loving hippie magicians..." He let his words sink in for a bit before continuing. "I shouldn't need to explain myself to anyone, but it seems my companions aren't exactly used to lateral thinking. Odd; I figured more than half of these guys grew up on the streets just like myself; guess everyone can't be as good as me..." he thought before addressing Hopeless' last concern.

"As for the girls, the first is largely unimportant. The one who goes by Carla was simply a distraction, and a means to an end. She got me close to Felicity, who just happens to be one of the TAs with access to the lab. And guess where she is at the moment; that's right, indisposed, in no life-threatening danger. We might be able to use them later, that's all you really need to know."

[reyjinn]

"Hey, ummmm... Breeze? If ummm... if anything I got might be useful, I can like, ummm... i can... send ya a copy of all the- all my data from today. It's pretty much... well, it's mostly video, but there might be something you could, like... use or something?"

"And who the FUCK was the crazy S&M rigger back there? Why didn't we follow HIM?"

Breeze turns to Hopeless to listen patiently to what he has to say, "By all means do, we can go over it tomorrow and see if there is anything useful there."

“That sleazy ass rigger was part of the RF operation, maybe only there to catch footage but he had crosshairs on what used to be a potential way in for us so I had to get in his way. Once you crashed his drone, and thanks for that by the way, a lot, he started to feel the heat and ran. So I had to decide whether to keep attacking him and risk him getting away anyway or lift whatever I could off his link. Felt like information was more important than mucking around for my own amusement, we’ll have to see how useful this info really is though.

Loki grin grew wider as Hopeless finally started showing signs of growing a spine. "Since you kept such close watch, omae, you may have noticed we were getting shot at as we made our escape; despite the commotion and his indignation" he said as he nodded in Breeze's direction, "as a direct result of today's activities we've learned several things about this place." He began ticking off fingers one by one.
1...2...3...4…

Breeze gives Loki an incredulous glance before walking away, Motherfucker honestly thinks his shit don’t stink. New primary objective, survive working with this lunatic, no doubt he’s left teams behind to burn before. Since the place isn’t all that big Breeze is still able to hear the elf’s self righteous babble in the background, We learned nothing of value, tensions have been escalating for weeks around here, Hopie had already clued us in on that. Of course security is operating on a hair thin trigger and if those girls give him anything more than a ‘frag off and die’ it will say more about their stupidity than him. In return for that we’ve escalated the situation to a shooting state, security will be even more tightly wound and especially around the place where we need to break into what amounts to a fucking vault. Sighing inwardly Breeze starts to go through the files from Big Daddy’s link before catching a few hours of shuteye.

[rednblack]

Breeze hunkers down in a spot where he can breathe for a second, and shuts the door.  Now to see about these files.  As he's setting down for a little light reading, his comm goes off.  Well, hello there, Archive, he thinks.  Great timing.

>>Incoming Message
>>Sender: Archive
>>Message: Seen da trids 2nite, chummer?  Cr4zy drek 0u7 there.  I'd sure lyk 2 sh4k3 tha hand of "whoever" that was 

Now for those files

>>Open File: RF Member List (A&M Cell)
>>File Contents:
>>Il Duce: Marshall Edgestrom <Comm #>
>>Vice President: Dwayne Comstock <Comm #>
>>Information Specialist: Niles Gray <Comm #>
>>Secretary: Vivian Holt <Comm #>
>>Members in Good Standing:
>>Felix Walker <Comm #>
>>Sam Colton <Comm #>
>>Walker Green <Comm #>
>>Leah Phoenix <Comm #>
>>Warren Hendricks <Comm #>
>>Catherine O'Hare <Comm #>
>>Jep Philips <Comm #>
>>Prospective Members:
>>Jessica Comstock!!!
>>Miles Dailey
>>Carey Hemingway
>>William Prescott III
>>Patrick Delaine
>>Banished:
>>Cal Smith
>>Derrick Stockebye
>>End File<<

>>Open File: Dossiers
>>File Contents:
>>Leonard Drampe: Pig Magician in Charge
>>Objective: Discredit
>>Bio: (Copied and pasted from various wikis)
>>Assessment: D is hiding something, but he's good at covering his tracks. 
>>See contact: <Contact Link>
>>
>>Ken Bauchon
>>Objective: Discredit
>>This waggly-fingered freak can't keep it in his pants.  Should a student come forward, he would be forced to resign, or we may be able to force some cooperation before leaking to press.
>>Hindrances: he fucks other waggly-fingered freaks.  Unlikely to come forward.  May be able to leverage/pay M to convince Carla T'nyoll or MargeneEspada to come forward through Womyn's Rights Commitee.
>>Secondary Strategy: Gambling problem???
>>
>>Wabash
>>Objective: Potential Asset
>>Overheard 3/12/75 calling McCormack a "tusker," Potential human's rights leaning.  Unconfirmed for enlightened ideas toward magic users
>>Cursory genealogy search shows no metas in family tree. <Note: This drek is getting expensive.  @Edgestrom, so long as applicant is human, shouldn't that be enough, at least for allies and prospective members? --BD> <Re: Note: @BD, sometimes I doubt your dedication to this cause.  You wouldn't have anything to hide, would you?  Beside, a cursory check shows W to have substantial E. European ethnicity.  Use him if you must, but DO NOT trust.  Mud people are for the earth.  We have a higher calling--ME
>>Strategy: Approach cautiously, let him know door is open.  Perhaps a feminine touch.  Vivian? <Note: I'm not blowing another security guard, slotface.  Get >>JC on it? --V> <Note: No way on Jessica.  Dwayne wouldn't stand for it. --BD> <Note: @BD, I'm somebody's sister too, ya know. --V>
>>
>>Compton Brills
>>Objective: Call a plumber? <Note: don't ever put anything like this to text again.  No data trails. --ME>
>>Compton has been in the MS department for many years now.  As one of the longest-standing of the student body, his loss would be a big blow to the MS department in general, and a stern warning to prospective students.  If we can't discredit, we rely on fear. 
>>
>>Felicity Rhoades
>>Objective:
>>See above.  Felicity may be easier to access, as she lives on campus.  Given that she's a woman, it may be best to start a harassment campaign.  We all know what those magic users are like in the sack.  Anybody got access to a sex trid?  I can work my digital magic.
>>
>>Cesar Dominguez
>>Objective: Discredit
>>Current head of O.R.K. on campus.  Solid grades in courses.  Can a tusker be that smart?  Consider questioning academic integrity.  Possible to plant evidence?
>>OM
>>Objective: Established Asset -- continue course
>>Should not be trusted, as we're at cross purposes, naturally, but OM will provide us with samples.  Potential uses are obvious, though we must fear the allure of astral space.  <Note: What about vamps? --V> <Note: @V, unconfirmed.  Do you have one lying around to test? --ME>
>>End File<<

[rednblack]

Saturday, April 20th, 2075. 

The semi-alluring smell of soykaf rouses most of the team from their well-earned slumber.  Nice of that ork, or Wind maybe, to set the timer.  The SoyPro food manufacturer is also about half full, so everyone should have full bellies for the next few days.  Dante had a bit of trouble staying asleep the night before, hearing some noises outside his window, but every time he went to check, nothing looked out of the ordinary.  In the light of day, he runs through the previous night's footage, and sure enough, comes across a number of humanoids trawling the streets sometime after 2:00.  The night footage casts everything in an eerie green, but their skin looks unnatural, and those eyes, it's like there' s no pupil left to them, just what comes across the feed as an off-white film.  They briefly sniffed around the house, but not finding easy entrance, moved down the block.

There's still a palpable tension in the house, and Breeze wakes up to further annoyance: his eyes are swollen, and there's a very visible rash on his hands and arms.  Fragging gross.  At least there's water in the house, and he can take a shower to clean himself off.

[reyjinn]

>>Incoming Message
>>Sender: Archive
>>Message: Seen da trids 2nite, chummer?  Cr4zy drek 0u7 there.  I'd sure lyk 2 sh4k3 tha hand of "whoever" that was 

Breeze groans a bit as he reads the message from Archive.
<<To: Archive>>
<<Nah omae, you wouldn’t want to be caught dead with some amateur n00b who can’t keep his mug off the trids. On a completely unrelated note, what would you say that a members list for a certain anti-everything non-human non-mundie policlub would fetch on the open market? Speaking rhetorically of course >>

There's still a palpable tension in the house, and Breeze wakes up to further annoyance: his eyes are swollen, and there's a very visible rash on his hands and arms.  Fragging gross.  At least there's water in the house, and he can take a shower to clean himself off.

Oh, god. You have GOT to be kidding me! Why the hell are these mattresses covered in fucking cum? Breeze stumbles out in his underwear cursing up a storm on his way to the bathroom getting straight into the shower and trying to rinse off as best he can.

Managing to at least get to the point of being able to see where he was going, Breeze gets on some clothes and rushes straight out only muttering, "Drugstore", if anyone else was up as he left.

Finally finding a store that carried antihistamine drugs and creams, Breeze buys some before heading back to the safehouse picking up some clean bed sheets on his way. Fine bloody way to waste the fucking morning.

[Poindexter]

Ian listened intently as the Elf broke it down.

"One, security around here seems to more than just a little trigger happy, shooting students who for all they knew were simply fleeing for their lives; yes, they were using non-lethal ammunition, sure, but gas and stick-n-shock can still kill your target if you're unlucky. So, we know what these guys are armed with."

Mmmm hmmm.

"Two, we also know what security will do when push comes to shove. These guys didn't waste a breath; they shouted "Halt", and when we didn't comply they opened fire. I doubt I'll need to tell you how important it is to know your enemy before engaging him in battle." Loki waved his hand before Hopeless could speak. "It doesn't matter; text I read by some old guy named Sun Tzu or something."

Mmmm hmmm.

"Three, I'm sure Breeze here can manage to find out how long it took the armed and armored response team to arrive at the scene by digging through some public footage, maybe even determine when exactly backup was called in. That would give us response time, and more information on how these guys operate."

Ian had to interrupt. "Ok so far, all of this is information we could have gotten without jumpstarting a confrontation ourselves. But please, continue." He's starting to dislike being talked down to, but he doesn't say anything.

"Four, we know there's high tensions running between these Retro-Futurists, the AML student body (at the very least), and the campus security forces; if there's one thing I am good at it's introducing a little... anarchy... to upset the established order." He smiled wide as he finished up. "Consider what I managed to do with just a few inspiring touches done completely on the fly in the span of a few seconds... Now imagine what I can do given three days to perform more thorough machinations behind the scenes of the conflict between these retro-futurists and the goody-two-shoes peace-loving hippie magicians..." He let his words sink in for a bit before continuing.

Ian nods his head. "See, THERE I feel ya. My issue aint with the anarchy. I happen to be a big fan of anarchy. I just wanna know what the plan is before we jump in with both feet. I was able to watch everyone's back this time, but just barely. If I had some advance warning about it, I could be much more effective. I aint mad. I just don't wanna let the group down, and I came about six inches from doing that this afternoon. Now, what about the girls?"

"As for the girls, the first is largely unimportant. The one who goes by Carla was simply a distraction, and a means to an end. She got me close to Felicity, who just happens to be one of the TAs with access to the lab. And guess where she is at the moment; that's right, indisposed, in no life-threatening danger. We might be able to use them later, that's all you really need to know."

What good does her being in jail do us? God, I wish someone were actually in charge of this crew.

“That sleazy ass rigger was part of the RF operation, maybe only there to catch footage but he had crosshairs on what used to be a potential way in for us so I had to get in his way. Once you crashed his drone, and thanks for that by the way, a lot, he started to feel the heat and ran. So I had to decide whether to keep attacking him and risk him getting away anyway or lift whatever I could off his link. Felt like information was more important than mucking around for my own amusement, we’ll have to see how useful this info really is though.[/color]

"You think he's in charge? Stayin in the rear, watching the action, that kinda thing? I'd assumed it was the asshole with the chalk white anime hair. If Biggee wasn't running the show, what do you figure his angle IS? Overwatch?" He pauses for a moment, thinking if he should continue or not, then adds "By the way, I coulda' stopped that car myself if you'd wanted me to. Keep in touch when ya get in there, huh?"

---------------------

Hopeless really wanted to go to that DJ Flo joint off campus tonight, but that's not why he was here. Make some money first, chummer. THEN you can go have some fun. He stayed up too late watching trids before crashing on the filthy smelly couch with his boots on.

He's awakened early in the morning, by Breeze charging past him on the way out. Ian gets up, brushes his teeth, and puts his only set of clean clothes on. He sits back down on the couch and rewatches the news from last night, making good and damn sure he's not in it at ALL, then sends off a message from his main comm, not the burner.

>> Send Message
  >> Contact: Ticker
    >> You still down in college station, doc? I'm watching the trids and you were right. There IS some crazy shit going on! How long has it been like that? Lemme know something, huh? Hope you're alright.

By the time Breeze returns with his sheets and ointments, Hopeless is running his roto-drone through basic diagnostics and maintenance checkups in the living room, playing the "Maintaining your MCT Roto-drone" trid that came in the box with it as he does. He looks up and waves with one hand. "Hey Breeze. I'm almost done here. Once you're cleaned up, lets look through that footage from yesterday, see what we can learn, huh?

[reyjinn]

"You think he's in charge? Stayin in the rear, watching the action, that kinda thing? I'd assumed it was the asshole with the chalk white anime hair. If Biggee wasn't running the show, what do you figure his angle IS? Overwatch?" He pauses for a moment, thinking if he should continue or not, then adds "By the way, I coulda' stopped that car myself if you'd wanted me to. Keep in touch when ya get in there, huh?"

"I’ll know more once I’ve gone over the files I got off his link, to be honest I had no chance to get off a message while hacking him and even if I’d had I see no value in having stomped his car. We’re not here for these retro-fucks, ya dig?"

"Hey Breeze. I'm almost done here. Once you're cleaned up, lets look through that footage from yesterday, see what we can learn, huh?

"Sure thing, by the way, from what I could figure that perv rigger is some sort of lieutenant for the retros. One of the files I pulled was a members list for the local cell, here is the list, any names ring a bell? I’ll be back in a sec."

[rednblack]

@Breeze,

While he's in line at the drugstore, Breeze gets a ping.

>>Incoming Message
>>Sender: Archive
>>Message: U sti11 h4vn't t01d me what U w4nn4 do b0uT d4 0th4 thang.  VR Louvre in 15?

Breeze checks the time and notes he has plenty to get to a coffee shop.

@Hopeless,

Hopeless hits on some new reports on "The Riot at College Station" as he's checking the trids.  The downed guard has been released and is cleared for duty.  They now have the name of the shooter, Patrick Delaine, who has been summarily expelled from the university and is awaiting trial at a Lonestar facility.  The rest of the RFers look to be getting off scot free, as they had "worked courageously to stop any bloodshed" during the event.  That was a quick turnaround in the PR spin machine.  Felicity and Carla are still listed as being in the hospital in stable condition, and it's expected that they'll be kept for observation for another day.

>>Incoming Message
>>Sender: Ticker
>>Message: Chummer, I've been been in the drek since last night, working on nutbags and Mag. Studies kids alike.  Bad stuff down here.  Heard that guard who went down wasn't even shot.  Lot of weird accusations floating around but campus sec. is doing their best to keep the two groups apart.  What a time to be alive.

@Loki,

Loki wakes to a new message on his comm.

>>Incoming Message
>>Sender: Sofia
>>Message: Hey, handsome.  Any chance we can get together later.  I'd love to do dinner, followed by breakfast.  xoxo

[Poindexter]

"I’ll know more once I’ve gone over the files I got off his link, to be honest I had no chance to get off a message while hacking him and even if I’d had I see no value in having stomped his car. We’re not here for these retro-fucks, ya dig?"

Hopeless nods his head in understanding. Yeah, I gotcha. Anyone who aimed a gun at MY head though...
 
-------------------------------

Hopeless hits on some new reports on "The Riot at College Station" as he's checking the trids.  The downed guard has been released and is cleared for duty.  They now have the name of the shooter, Patrick Delaine, who has been summarily expelled from the university and is awaiting trial at a Lonestar facility.  The rest of the RFers look to be getting off scot free, as they had "worked courageously to stop any bloodshed" during the event.  That was a quick turnaround in the PR spin machine. 

Ian frowns. Not just at the news, or what he knew it meant, but also at the fact that he still cares what happened to that school and its rooms full of elitist assholes.

Dammit, Loki. The guard is up and moving, the shooter is expelled, and the RF looks like the good guys here, set up by some wizards and strengthening their position in the public eye. Then, he shakes his head quickly, as though trying to remove cobwebs. The FUCK do you care about the public eye any frakkin way?! You're here for a JOB, fucker! Do the JOB. Get your MONEY. Pay your RENT. THEN, you can give yourself the fucking luxury of worrying about the public fucking eye.

>>Incoming Message
>>Sender: Ticker
>>Message: Chummer, I've been been in the drek since last night, working on nutbags and Mag. Studies kids alike.  Bad stuff down here.  Heard that guard who went down wasn't even shot.  Lot of weird accusations floating around but campus sec. is doing their best to keep the two groups apart.  What a time to be alive.

>> Reply
  >> Contact: Ticker
    >> Message: Be safe, please. And if you need anything, I'll be down that way myself this afternoon visiting an ex girlfriend from back in the day. Don't hesitate to call. I mean it.

"Sure thing, by the way, from what I could figure that perv rigger is some sort of lieutenant for the retros. One of the files I pulled was a members list for the local cell, here is the list, any names ring a bell? I’ll be back in a sec."

Ian finishes packing the drone back up into his shoulderbag, then sits down and reads over the file Breeze just sent while he waits for him to return.

Drampe, yeah. Dr Ken, yeah. Felicity? Aint that the girl Loki had me watching? Hmmm. Seems like he was on to something after all. I feel like some other of these names look familiar as well. Hmmmmm...

Once Breeze comes back, Ian pipes up. "Ok, Drampe here, I know him. Prick. Always thought he was in league with these assholes in some way. Guess I was wrong. Dr Ken. I know him, too. He's good people, but yeah, lets just say the file on him here is pretty accurate. No one else really sounds familiar except Felicity and Compton here. Couple of TAs i used to know a little bit from back in the day. Basic drones, but good folks nonetheless. They probably don't remember me. Also, It looks like these fucks are planning to geek Compton, doesn't it? That's what plumber means, right?" He looks down at the ARO floating in his lap for a moment, then back at Breeze. "I know it aint exactly why we're here, but should we, like... maybe, do something about that?" Then, an idea hits him and his eyes light up.

"Ooooh! What if we went to Compton, told him what was up with RF and tell him we'd keep him safe for a small fee. Then, while we've got him locked down of his OWN CHOOSING, we impersonate him, use his ID to get in, grab what we need, and be out. We get the stuff, he gets all the heat, and we get paid twice." He allows himself a little smile. "Eh?"

[reyjinn]

>>Incoming Message
>>Sender: Archive
>>Message: U sti11 h4vn't t01d me what U w4nn4 do b0uT d4 0th4 thang.  VR Louvre in 15?

Breeze checks the time and notes he has plenty to get to a coffee shop.

Damn, haven’t even had the chance to get those guys’ opinion on buying the info yet. Hell, if I can get it for the RF member list I’ll just go ahead and do it.

<<To: Archive>>
<<See you there>>

Breeze jumps into the next half-decent coffee shop and orders tea so that he’d be able to sit in peace while being jacked in. There wasn’t much to speak of in VR architecture at the coffee place and Breeze’s default persona is almost as drab as the locale. As far as he’s concerned a flashy persona is just another way to draw unwanted attention. Shaking the cobwebs from his brain and realizing that he needs to get a move on he then made his way to the Louvre right on time to see the tall cowled persona of Archive arrive.

"Hey Omae, got something for you to take a look at." Breeze then picked up a small business card from his coat pocket and handed it over to Archive.

[martinchaen]

Loki had slept in far, far worse places than the safehouse the team was currently staying in, so he grabbed a quick shower after waking up at sunrise. The text from Sofia was a nice surprise and he replied instantly, attaching a few pictures he'd snapped with his link on the drive down.

>> Good morning, beautiful! Dinner sounds delightful; how about some... finger food? Made it safe to College Station late night yesterday; thank you again for lending me your car, I really can't tell you how much I appreciate it, but I'm sure I can find a way to... make it up to you.

He decided to go for a walk in the early Texas morning to check out what was nearby and get a feel for the place. "Who knows, maybe I'll find something useful..."