Topic: Abbey Road

Race Bannen

Date: 2012-01-18 16:41 EST
(Cross-Posted in Sojourn and Heroes Inc. )

Having sobered up and gotten a decent hours sleep the Mogul looked over his holographic maps with a gentle sigh. "I really hate this part."

Across the board were different markers and miniatures. The C.O.S. having been added just that morning to the tapestry. They all needed to work fast to prevent this mess. Touching the pin from Belial he focused on two people, Leo and Matt, hoping they were wearing their own pins. He didn't remember who else wanted to accompany the Marfa investigation.

"It's Race. If you would please meet me at my office at 325 Fairfax, I want to discuss how we want to go ahead with our mission. Bring whatever materials you think we'll need...."

Sitting back to await their responses he called for Marcello. Had a special task for his assistant's unique skill set.

Leonidas Heracleides

Date: 2012-01-23 13:20 EST
He was staying away from alcohol for a while, he decided. Well, aside from the occasional beer. A couple mornings before the impromptu meeting at the governor's office, he'd had an unpleasant reminder of why tequila - while enjoyable in the moment - had terrible consequences.

It was the first time he'd gotten really drunk since he could remember, though that wasn't saying much, and so he'd missed out onthe capture of that freaking madman that had started the whole fiasco. He'd wanted that prick son of a b*tch for months, since he'd made an appearance at Batten's party and implanted some kind of crap in his men. And to top it off, there'd been a momentof rage when he'd been sure Katt had simply walked away with the guy.

He'd only gone along with it because the others had, though he had been less trusting. Too many people had the tendency to simply flip sides here, and that aside, he knew how dangerous Kain was - he'd had a run-in with the man himself, and the guy was stark, raving insane. And all the more deadly and dangerous for that.

He was sure his only chance to catch the bastard was walking away with someone he counted as among his few familiar friends. Free to go, and who knew when he would have a chance to get him again.

But it turned out he had underestimated Katt. And so did Kain, apparently. By the time the message had gotten to him he had been six shots into and eight shot tequila night, and he vaguely remembered showing it to Issy. Other than that the evening was a blur of lights, sound, and vague recollections of some intensive athletics with a blonde.

She hadn't been there when he woke up, which he remembered finding amusing and relieving in equal amounts. Apparently she'd gotten what she wanted and left, which he'd been guilty of a time or two himself.

At some point his armor had been broken that evening, and had needed repairs. And as Race's message came to him over that odd pin he'd gotten from Belial, he looked up in the direction of the ceiling. "Diana, status of repairs?"

The answer came back right away. "Complete, sir. Your armor will be ready when you stop and pick it up."

He nodded before scooping up his jacket, tucking the pin in his pocket as he swung it on and headed out of his office.

It didn't take him to arrive. Twenty minutes after leaving his office, he pulled up in front of the address Race specified on his modified Katana. The only thing he'd brought was his backpack, which he unslung from one shoulder before stepping off the motorcycle.

Race Bannen

Date: 2012-02-03 15:12 EST
Fingers scrub through his cropped hair, a point of vanity missing his lion-like mane from before Yule. True he'd told the others it was because of contract renewals, but in reality he needed shorter hair for the increased violence. Long hair may look cool but it has absolutely no practical application in combat. Just one more thing to be grabbed hold of, caught on fire, or used to pin you down.

He still found himself touching the thin spot to the top and left of his head where his training instructor had buried a constructed dagger into the thickest part of his hair like staking down a tent. The Mogul at the time couldn't pull free and had to jerk his head hard enough to rip the hair out at the folicles. "Where the head goes...the body follows," he muttered into the empty office watching Leo pull up and clamber off of his bike.

"Babe, project a schematic of the Abbey of Marfa, whatever is on public and private file. How many occupied it before Brian's attack and how many it could house as a defensible structure. And I'm a little hungry, order out for chinese. Fried rice, crab rangoon,Tsoa chicken, lo mein noodles, and fried kalamari." tapping the glass a bit he went to his desk and put on pants. The Mogul did his best thinking when in comfort, but for this meeting he knew having pants on would be a good thing.

At his desk he paged ahead to the lobby clerk, since he couldn't call the man a receptionist, well, he could...but that might not go over well. "Hey Bob...expecting visitors, Matt Simon and Leo Herrrrricleidus, send them up when they arrive."

"It's Malcolm sir, Bob quit last week. I'll see them right up." came a voice through the intercom that definitely wasn't Bob.

"Good help is so hard to find..." he mused at the response.

"You're still holding down the button sir..." Malcolm said in return.

Blanching, the Mogul took his finger off the button but couldn't help but laugh. Perhaps there would be a future with CCL for Malcolm if he could talk that way to the person that signs his paychecks.

Leonidas Heracleides

Date: 2012-02-07 16:58 EST
He stepped into the lobby, looking around swiftly before his eyes settled on the man stepping up to greet him. Whatever security scans were present would read nothing in the way of weapons on the young man, though the backpack he had slung over his shoulder seemed to give off some sort of strange spatial-containment energy. Nothing enormous, but there, measurable.

The male approached within arm's reach and stopped, holding out a hand in greeting, which Leo took and shook. "Good evening. Mr. Heracleides, isn't it?"

Leo did his best not to grimace at the sound of his name, and nodded. "Just Leo, thanks. And you are...?"

"Malcolm. A pleasure to meet you, Leo. Mr. Race is expecting you. If you'll follow me?"

Leo nodded and motioned for the man to lead on, and followed on his heels. It didn't take too terribly long to reach the main office, where the man - Malcolm - left him and took the elevator back down, presumably to await the arrival of Matt Simon.

Shouldering the backpack again, he headed into the office, spying the Mogul and giving him a nod. "All right, lay it on me. What are we going hunting for?"

Race Bannen

Date: 2012-02-28 18:06 EST
With Leo's arrival the Mogul was comfortably dressed in faded blue jeans and a Bartman t-shirt. "Well Leo...shortly after Raven attacked the Abbey of Marfa things got relatively quiet. Doesn't take a genius to know he's been there all along. But now that things are escalating who knows how long that will remain. As was discussed, this should be just a simple recon mission. Travel light, stick to an entrance and exit strategy in case we're out gunned."

The whole long winded response was his answer to Leo's question upon entering the Mogul's office. Taking a seat at his desk and pulling up a projection of the building from known files, he let the other man look over it a moment while prying a cap off the Badsider taken from his desk cooler. "In and out, no heroics. Unless it involves a beautiful woman then we save the day and take home the booty."