They called him foresworn, and who knows maybe he was. Perhaps Brann should simply accept the label and move on with his life. That might be what his purpose coming here was, but there was more to it than that. Brann had heard things about this Rhydin. Things that suggested getting lost here was possible even for someone like him. The road was nearly deserted as he made his way, though the traffic coming from the city seemed to be picking up. It was mostly merchant trains, taking their goods.

Brann could attest that residences were few and far between the way he had come. The north road came down out of the mountains, and that was where he had been when he had been assaulted. Normally he wouldn't have needed help, but they came on him in a moment when he had thought it safe enough to sleep. Rangers were passing close and managed to aid him, they gave him what the thieves had taken, an oversized tunic and pants that required taking in. He made due though tearing strips from the shirt to make a belt. Shoes were another matter, and this accounted for his slow gate. The first night the souls of his feet bled from the twigs hidden on the forest floor, more of his shirt had gone into binding those. When he found the road, a farmstead occupied the expanse between him and it. The farmer wouldn't let him cross his lands. He escorted Brann along his fence line keeping a sharp eye on the raggedy man out of the forest. Perhaps he saw the need on Brann's face, or maybe it was the sound of his stomach's growls that finally had him pulling free an ear of maize and handing it over to Brann. That was when he saw the tattoo. The man's temper rose and he took his horse crop to Brann. "Faster now, faster. I know what that mark means. I know you are one of the Foresworn. Do not lay your foul curses on my doorstep. You take that corn as offering and keep your curses to yourself."

There were no more pleasantries from the farmer who backed further from the fence line as though that added distance would provide him protection from any hurled curses. Brann made sure to keep his wrist bandaged at all times now. A healer had offered to remove his wounds for him, on the road. Brann was grateful until the man started to try and remove the bandage at his wrist. "Please, just the feet. The wound to the wrist is mine to bear. A message that I must never forget." He prayed to abandoned gods that the city would provide him a home. He was just as certain those gods refused to hear him. After all was he not Brann de Leugenaar, Ignus the Foresworn, Fire and Deception?

Brann noticed the gentleman on the boardwalk; he was hard to miss in this section of town, not a sailor, not by his dress. One rarely found the sports jacket and slacks on the dock, there were plenty of cigar smokers. It was rare to see them hold it in just that way though. The ring on the pinky should be a giveaway too. He was older, dark skinned, though the freckles were a nice addition to a stern face. If he hadn't noticed the lines, the gray hair would have announced age despite how tightly curled it was. The mustache and beard he wore only seemed to make him more handsome, if a bit more intimidating. Brann kept his head low as he passed by. Keep yourself small and avoid eye contact. The last thing he needed was to be seen. If only it had worked though.

The man had been on a cell phone and from the volume of the discussion he was in a bad mood. He didn't yell, Brann thought a man like that never had to yell to express his disappointment in such a way that people knew trouble was coming. He tried to move past more quickly only to hear him speak in a more subdued tone and the click of the phone flipping closed. He could feel the eyes on him even though he wasn't looking. He did spot the man's shoes, dark patent leather with a gold buckle that Brann knew by instinct wasn't plated.

"Excuse me!" The voice was the man's, Brann recognized it from the call. He heard the slap of those extremely nice shoes on the wood of the dock and walked a little quicker. It did no good though, the man came up beside him. "Hey now'slow down so an old man doesn't have a heart attack. Where're you off to in such a hurry?" Brann took a defeated breath and turned on the man.

"I didn't steal it whatever it was." He started to turn away, only be grabbed by a dark hand. Not hard really just enough to give him pause.

"Wait now. I don't think you stole anything." The man sounded sincere, even amiable. That of course made him harder for Brann to trust.

"I don't need no charity either, I know what I look like, but I don't take handouts. I earn my way." He tried to break away once more, though he put little into the effort.

He found himself looking into the man's face, had he been that tall before" "Look son, I'm not here to give handouts, the fact is I need someone to make a delivery. Let you help yourself if you see where I am coming from. I called for a boy three hours ago, he hasn't showed and I am out of time. I won't give you a pair of shoes, but I will give you the funds to purchase one." He reached into his breast pocket, Brann stiffened at the action. "Jobs really simple, you take this envelope to Rob Severance over at the Broken Flagon. He is the proprietor, and expecting it. You will get half your pay from me, and half from him provided the contents are still sealed within." There was a substantial sum pinned beneath the man's thumb held in tightly next to the envelope.

Brann eyed the cash, and licked his lips. It was more than he had seen since coming to this place. Shoes" He could have but an entire outfit if he was frugal. That was only half" "Alright mister"I'll deliver the mail for you. Won't touch the contents none either, you wait and see."

The man gave a laugh that inspired confidence and made him feel more comfortable. "Son, in all honesty, I don't care if it makes it there in one piece or not. Delivery is all I care about, I am just telling you that you won't receive payment otherwise, and Raymond won't be very appreciative. Go on now, before I pick someone else."

Bran nodded thoughtfully and headed off. Had he lingered he might have heard the man get on the phone once more and say five simple words. "He was here, it's done."

(Thank you to the player of Shattered and Broken for your efforts on this part of the thread.)

Carter Royce left the hotel room with two things on his mind, the first was that for the next few days he was no longer Brann. The second was that he needed to make contact with Michael Forester. The file gave him details on the man's movements and habits. Forester was a gambler, worse than that for him he was a bad gambler. When you are working in intelligence it is important to solidify your cover story. Carter Royce, Special Courier was working on that from the moment that Brann had picked up the file. He checked the local events calendar and began to make a plan.

The first thing he needed to do was establish his own reputation, he needed to be seen by Forester at events that would appeal to the man. The first place he found himself was at the Stars End Bar for a special boxing event. He made himself known there finding time to bet big on several fights that just happened to be ones Forester was interested in. He even managed to take a bet with the man and purposely chose what he thought would be the losing side.

When developing an asset it is important that they feel comfortable with you. A loss may cost an operative a little cash but what he gets in return is recognition. From there it is simply a matter of being seen in the right places with the right company. What is the right company"

The boat was filled with people in all manner of dress, the girl on Carter's arm was named Darcy but insisted that she be called awesomeness. That was fine with Carter, she was here because Forester appreciated a beautiful woman, if she were young and a tad na've so much the better. Carter may have felt guilty about using Darcy this way but if that were the case he certainly didn't show it. The roll of money came out, and a boat load of chips were purchased. The girl was handed several stacks to play with even as Carter sat down at Forester's table. He nodded to the man familiarly and proceeded to drape an arm over Darcy. He leaned in to whisper to her eyes never leaving Forester, there was no way he didn't think that Carter wasn't talking about him. Darcy of course had that habit of waving at anyone, even those she didn't know. So when the wave came Forester began to smile in a way that Carter knew meant he was suddenly eager to know him better. By default that meant he would get to know Darcy better too.

Money like fear is a great motivator, Forester couldn't not notice the excessive amounts of money that Carter was throwing Darcy's way. This too had his attention as he seemed to be pinking up over every loss. Carter on the other hand had just pulled in a nice profit on a three of a kind bet. Darcy's luck was up as well at the moment, it was almost as though the cards were meant to fall one of their way. Forester plucked a drink from a passing tray that was moving on the hand of a scantily clad waitress. He looked down at the pile of chips in front of Carter.

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"Looks like luck is on your side tonight." He held out his hand like meeting an old friend. Carter took it and gave him a cheeky grin.

"Yeah, I think that about covers the amount you took me for the other night." The southern drawl slid out of his mouth like honey over hominy. "Truth is I think it may be the little lady that's turned me around. She seems to have all the right stuff. Say hello to Michael Forester, Darcy.? Another of those scantily clad women showed up and provided drinks to Darcy and Carter.

When you have your asset on the hook it is important not to set too quickly. Pull too quickly can set him to running and suddenly you have a long fight on your hands to get him into the boat. The right bait will have him swimming into the net of his own free will, and begging you to pull him out of the water.

Carter watched Michael's interest increase as Darcy started to charm him. Whether that was an accident or not would remain a mystery to Carter for now. He did consider the pair of them, a quick eye to the mild stack of chips in front of Michael. He had repurchased chips several times that Carter had seen. "What do you say we take a bit of a break, perhaps we can change your luck too. I hear the club upstairs is hot, and generally full of the beautiful and the available."

That honey southern drawl nipping enticingly at Michael even as the confident toothy smile showed itself. He offered up a hand to Darcy to bring her out from the table. He looked at the dealer and pointed to their piles of chips. "Can I cash out' The lady looks a little bored with the games, I think it's time to work up a bit of a sweat." He dropped a fifty dollar chip down in front of the dealer who tapped it three times held it up for the pit boss to see and deposited it into a till that was surely beneath the table on the dealers side. A man in a suit came by with a carrying case and lined the colorful chips up by value to make it simpler for the cashier to count.

Carter nodded at the man and gave him that smile. "Don't go shorting me, son"nah, I'm just funnin"." He dropped a flickering green eyed wink hard on Darcy because he liked to watch her turn colors.

Michael took the time to pick up his own chips and start shoving them into his pocket. "I forget what it was you said you did Carter. Some kind of package delivery?" Michael reached into his pocket to fetch his glasses, dark horn framed and rectangular. They only served to make him look more distinguished.

Carter reached as well the dark hint of something hidden beneath the coat that was a little more than normal accessories. "Special Courier, Michael...means I'm bonded and trusted not to open the contents." He slid an arm about Darcy's waist, lightly but in full view of Michael. The man's eyes betrayed his wish that it were his hand.

When wining and dining an asset, it is always a good idea to get inside his head. Figure out what he wants and you figure out how to give it to him and throw him off his game. Some assets are easier than others, all they want is a good time and to feel important, desired. Others require the kind of visual bribes that can only be provided by a beautiful woman.

The elevator had a line that was likely to take longer than the trip up the stairs. Even if it weren't he would have led Darcy to the stairs. Michael took the position behind them, and while Carter could have felt guilty about the look he was sure she was getting, he knew that she was beginning to understand her part. The only question he had was how would she play it?

Michael drank, while Carter pretended to. Drinks were replaced before he had finished them. The occasional spill of alcohol going unnoticed by Michael at least, Darcy was another matter. Each of them had eyes it seemed for Darcy, though Michael's was becoming more and more aggressive. Carter leaned over to Michael during one of those moments when Darcy had been pulled away by another young man who thought she was easy. His hand went into his pocket and he pulled out a yellow envelope. "This is for you Michael, I should have delivered it earlier but we were having far too much fun. Flashes went off in the distance near the dance floor in the general direction of Darcy.

Michael took the envelope and found his name in the window. "So, you really don't open em up eh?" Michael could barely stand let alone talk, the words came off slurred and overbearing. "I jus" figgered you was bluffin" like at the card table." He pocketed the envelope, and Carter got a look at Darcy who seemed to be missing very little of what was going on.

Carter looked at the bleary eyed Michael and figured it was time to make his move. He wondered if Darcy would follow along this time. The two men walked to the exit and headed for the parking lot. "You're in no condition to drive, and truth is I'm not either Michael."

Carter put a finger to his lips and pulled out his phone. "Yeah"Harvey, I need that limo. You know, the one you said I had access to. What' I wasn't aware that four in the morning had a bearing on my need of the limo. At the boat, and in no condition to get behind the wheel. The package" I delivered that about an hour ago."

After some time the limo pulled up and the driver got out and opened the door for Carter. Carter snickered as he looked over his shoulder at Michael and was surprised to see Darcy there with them watching. "Three Emerson?" He snickered again as the driver informed Carter his name was Torence. Carter stepped back as Darcy slid into the car and scooted across to face the rear of the limo. He let Michael in next knowing the man would sit opposite Darcy in order to try and get a better look at her legs. Carter slid in next to Darcy almost protectively as the door closed. He was raising the privacy window even as Torence was rounding the car.

Michael gave Cater an odd look. "Don't you need to give him a destination?" He lost interest in Carter quickly because his mind was on something far more interesting.

Carter lowered the window and looked at Torence. He nodded once and the man handed him a manila folder and proceeded to close the privacy window. The car moved smoothly away from the gambling boat, and Carter dropped the act. "No"no Mike, I don't need to tell him where we are going." The limo moved out onto a highway and picked up speed. "You've been a very bad boy. Womanizing"taking bribes." He had opened the folder and began to hand over pictures to the man. "Now I am not your wife, but I don't think she would like the way you had your hands all over Darcy that way." His finger went to the next picture then. "And that envelope you took"bad form for a man in your position. I'm sure your bosses will want to know all about it, as well as the thirty thousand crowns that made it into your accounts tonight."

He looked at Darcy and snapped his fingers like he had forgotten something. "Wow, you know that is just about the exact sum I was up tonight. I don't know how they managed to mistake our account numbers." He handed a page across to Michael that had his financial statement on it. "Seems like quite a lot of new activity. I believe you may have been compromised Mike. More importantly so will your bosses, and if I remember correctly the Marconi family doesn't like men who have been compromised."

Michael was growing paler with each picture and page. "What do you want' I didn't do any of this." He swallowed and looked like he was about to hurl. When it's time to tighten the reins on your target, it is best to load him down with more information than he can process. Plying him with enough alcohol to sail a ship in always helps to slow that process.

Carter fixed his green eyes on Michael he smiled as he spoke. "You didn't today, but you will find that we know about all those overlooked imports. Nasty business that, and you will see the account in the Riviera is in there too. What I want is so simple. I need information on a plane coming in. It's the one off the books, no flight plan. I want the security, I want the hanger the runway. I want to know everything you know. Do that and I give you the file plus the negatives. Don't and I start to tell a tale that begins Michael Forester had a lovely wife, and a job that paid the bills."

Leaving an open ended story allows your target to think up worse things than you could possibly come up with on your own. You know what is possible, but the target lives with these people, and he knows what?s probable.

Michael's eyes widened, he started to shake his head at Carter and to implore Darcy. "You can't, they'll do worse than kill me." When Carter refused to budge Michael finally relented. "Okay, I can't believe I am doing this."

Once everything is in place, an operative needs to remain wary of the state of his asset, an honest man will do what he can to get out of a situation that he doesn't want to be in. He may begin to believe that he can explain away the most incriminating of evidence with the truth. It is important to make the objective happen before he has a chance to change his mind.

Michael looked daggers at Carter, his jaw worked a couple of times before his hand came to his mouth and his eyes told of his intentions to comply. "I'll need to stop at my place to get into my computer."

Home field gives even the untrained an advantage. Knowing the territory is as good as a weapon, the smallest trip hazard can be used to turn the tables. Preparation can put an immediate stop to any plans an asset might cook up on the fly. Sometimes it is the hint of danger that makes an operation run smoothly.

Carter shook his head and lowered the window between him and the driver. A laptop was passed through and taken by his steady hands. "That won't be necessary, I managed to convince Emily that I worked for you and was sent to retrieve this some hours ago. She had a lot to say about little Millie and her new pink bicycle." He leaned forward and laid the computer on Michael's lap, the gapping in Carter's coat revealing the modified Glock 17 he carried under his arm. Carter watched Michaels eyes find the weapon and open the laptop with a shaky hand. Carter slid a flashdrive into the U.S.B. port and never took his eyes from Michael's face.

Carter rattled off a tail number for a flight coming in, and the dull thwup of the keys on the computer told him that Michael was searching. "Wait"what did you get me into here" I gave you the file but?" He turned the laptop so Carter could see the window that had appeared. "I've been flagged by the government for getting into classified files. Carter reached out quickly and snatched the flashdrive from the computer even as the contents of the hard drive were being erased. He rolled down his window and swept up Michael's computer tossing it to the street as they drove.

"Pull over up here Torence, Mr. Forester needs to get home as soon as possible to take that long trip he's been planning with his wife." He looked at Michael as the car stopped and the locks disengaged. "Running would be your best bet tonight my friend, be sure to take your family, I don't think either side of this will go easily on them once they have figured out exactly what?s going on. You have about three hours before units are dispatched to your home. You might be able to make a deal with them government types. It's your call." He had made an enemy tonight, but one that would not be around to exact any revenge on him. Michael would run or make a deal, his other option was wait for his bosses and end up dead.

Carter turned to Darcy as the car pulled away, slow smile making its way across his face. The flicker of a flame behind a green iris must have been caused by one of the street lamps they passed. His southern drawl rolled out like honey from a teaspoon. "Now then darlin", about that after party. Perhaps a nightcap at my place?"

In some occupations curiosity can be a bad thing. When you are bonded you're expected to deliver without needing to see what it was you're carrying. Sometimes you get a hint of something that you just can't seem to let go of.

Carter knew his job, but there had been a great deal of information shared already. The file containing his mission had covered things like private planes and secret flights. He wanted to know more, that was a dangerous thing. He'd be glad to deliver this at the earliest convenience. He let himself be distracted by Darcy when the elevator doors closed. The honey thick drawl rolled from his lips as he let his green eyes pass over her face. "Onward and upwards I suppose." He pushed the button for the seventeenth floor. The first thing that his file had held was the alternative room number, and a card key.

Carter opened the door to room 1714 and held the door for Darcy. It opened on the kitchenette area, Carter's suite was larger than he had ever thought to have for himself, even if it was temporary. The sitting room off the kitchen had a plush cushioned couch. He had discovered early that there was a fold away bed beneath those cushions. Off the sitting room was a large bedroom with king sized bed and enough drawer space to house clothes for a lifetime.

The room came with clothing someone had gone to great lengths to make him into Carter Royce right down to dressing him. That was all changing now though. A full length sliding mirrored door covered the closet and stood across from a sink with another large mirror that covered the entire wall above it. The door off of it was the real surprise, an extra large spa Jacuzzi.

Carter opened the fridge and pulled out a pair of cans of Guinness, then took another pair of frozen glasses from the freezer. He let Darcy explore while he poured out the drinks. "I know that it's a bit more customary to do this with something that has more punch to it, but I do like to keep a clear head." He drifted along behind her and handed her one of the two glasses, the condensation on his fingertips was spread absently by his thumb until it evaporated.

He raised his glass to clink against hers the slow smile growing across his face and revealing white teeth. "Now, I know I kinda threw you in to a dog darlin" but somehow I just knew that you would be up to the challenge. I can't thank you enough for not walkin" on out when you first realized what was happenin"."

He produced a deck of cards from inside his coat and kept that grin on his face. "I also know that you are gonna need a ride home later. So"let me make you an offer that you'd be a fool to refuse." Carter's glass found a table top, and the cards were removed from the box. "In my pocket is the key to my car. I will loan it to you to get home in, provided"and this ain't no joke"you can beat me in a single card cut." He tilted his head slightly and let that smile broaden as he set down the keys to the red chrome Bugatti.

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"You win you get the car, its on the third level of the parking garage space fifty one"but if I win, there is a Jacuzzi with our name on it. Nothing kinky now, I purchased a few suits just in case a lady stops by unexpectedly.?

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Sometimes when you have finished a mission and need to get your mind off of the contents of an eyes only document, you have to find a good distraction. Spending a little time in a Jacuzzi alone is not going to do it. You need to occupy your mind as well as your body.

Carter unbuttoned his shirt after a long sip from his glass. The grin on his face was easily attributed to the readiness of Darcy in her bikini or was it the comment about the devil" He slid his jacket off and undid the cuffs of his sleeves revealing for the first time that oath breaker tattoo of a chain made from broken hearts. It ran around his wrist darkly winding upwards instead of connecting at the end. He had been fortunate enough that few understood it here.

"How about you start filling and I'll get a little more comfortable." His drawl lilted at her teasingly. Carter let the shirt fall from his shoulders and moved into the bedroom. His pockets were emptied on the nightstand next to the bed, the keys to the car prominent on the outside corner. A dresser drawer was opened, he had needed to know the contents of the room on the outside chance that he would get a visitor with an eye towards detail. Searching your own room for things that you ought to know going in was a dead giveaway that something wasn't quite right.

The bathroom wasn't far enough away or at an angle that made it impossible to see into his room. He ignored the fact that this was so and simply dressed with his back to her. The trunks he wore were busy but stylish. It wouldn't matter much regardless as they would be out of sight beneath the water anyway.

A pair green eyes looked in at Darcy, the flicker behind the iris, seeming so flame like, could still be a trick of the lighting. He leaned on the doorframe for only a moment before entering behind her. The Jacuzzi was already roiling with the jets beneath the surface. He took a sip off of his drink and held up the cards. "I do think that we should play a bit more. Perhaps we can wager on other things. High hand gets to ask a question comes to mind." He eased into the water slowly and moved in closer.

He was on the losing side often, perhaps by intent as it was just nice to spend time talking. The lies weren't hard to come by, from his fake sister to the question regarding the tattoo. A quick look at it and the honey thick, That was a relationship that just didn't work out. It wasn't a lie, not exactly. He did take interest in her reveals as well. Keeping his eyes where they belonged, or at least for the most part, he wasn't blind after all. There were more drinks, slowly consumed, in the end though the cutting of the deck never happened. Carter offered up his keys to Darcy so she could get home quickly and safely.

The door to the room opened slow, and Carter leaned in and hugged her lightly, though he lingered over asking her to stay longer. He let that thought fall away and instead whispered in her ear. "Your fianc" is a lucky man." Had his drawl failed him in that moment' The click of the door handle severed the thought.

Harvey hit the door moments after Darcy's departure. The man must have passed her in the hallway. Carter let him through, and Harvey's eyes fell on him expectantly. "Bout time you two finished up in here. I've been standing in that hallway for the better part of an hour waiting on you." The man's rich voice still managed to bring a chill to Carter, except that he wasn't Carter with Harvey.

He was Brann and Brann offered up the flash drive quickly, wanting more than anything to have the temptation gone. "That was a nice bit of work you guys did throwing a flag up on Forester's computer." He stepped away finding his beer and picking it up.

Harvey looked at Brann for a moment. "Uh uh"oh no son, that wasn't us. Likely as not that was the government. I know I mentioned that we don't always do things that are on the most legal side." Harvey pulled a beer out of the fridge and popped it open. The thump at the door was answered by him since he was closest to it.

Two men came in with a luggage rack and a hanging bag. Harvey watched them wheel it inside the room. "That's just fine boys, leave it right there, we'll put the rack outside when we're done." The two burly bellhops moved out of the room silently. Without a tip asked for or required.

Noticing things is an operative's stock in trade. When two bellhops leave and one doesn't ask for a tip it can be assumed that they intend to share the tip. When neither asks, the men in question are not bellhops.

"Gimme a hand with this will ya kid?" Harvey started to unzip the hanging bag.

Brann noticed two things. The first was that there weren't clothes inside the bag. The second was that the body that was inside the bag looked exactly like him, except that it was blue. His first instinct was to balk at the body, except that might be perceived badly. He played interested. "That's good work, it looks just like me. Where did you get it?"

Harvey looked hard at Brann for a moment. "Kid, I don't get paid to ask those kinds of questions. Get him onto the bed."

Brann moved to take the side of the body that Harvey wasn't on. He lifted the body onto the bed and stood back until Harvey was satisfied with his position. "Thing about a body is, you need to position it right or folks know something just ain't right. Leave all your gear here, keep that one suit, the tan one. Someone has taken an interest in you, kid. They like what you did here, but they have a message. You broke the rules by bringing in an outsider. I'm afraid that Carter Royce has got to die."

Brann frowned a bit but said nothing. Harvey kept working. "Leave the phone, and the gun. We need to convince the investigators it is you on their slab. The missing car will cause a bit of trouble, but not for you." He finished positioning the body and placing the contents of his pockets. "When we finish up here I want you to go on down to room 213 and catch up on your reading. Company doesn't want nobody that hasn't kept up on the reading list.

"You're certain, the phone too' I was just starting to gather up some numbers for that. What about the Glock?" Brann saw the dubious expression, and looked at the weapon with disappointment. "Damn!" It was as good an expression of his frustration as anything. Harvey stood waiting at the door to the bedroom. He stood there for far longer than Brann would have thought necessary. The corpse was in place and he still refused to move. "Come on now kid, show us what you got."

Brann tilted his head at Harvey as though not understanding. Harvey was having none of it though. "Now look here sonny boy. I don't have time for games, my orders say you fire the body, and they don't say anything about needing an accelerant. Lie all you want to the girls, but you can't lie to me."

Brann closed his eyes and looked away. He was nodding slowly and then snapped his head around to look at the body. His hands moved out before him and flames stretched across the room to engulf the body. He could hear Harvey chuckling as he started the fire.

Brann turned to leave with Harvey, who was speaking more freely now than he ever had. "I see they were right. Get to room 213, and take the stairs. I'm gonna be pulling the fire alarm."

Brann started to push open the door to the steps. "That's fifteen floors down!"

Harvey looked over his shoulder at Brann. "I guess one of us better get running then." He was laughing as he watched Brann disappear through that door. Inside the room a thick envelope lay on the bed, as well as a large manila folder. It had the words Eyes Only Confidential in red just above his name. It also had a new phone inside for him. It rang the moment he turned it on and Harvey's voice shot from the ear piece.

"Keep this one close, and remember that job has its own set of rules." The phone went dead as pounding came on the door. A fireman began directing him in evacuation procedures.

Thankfully Darcy had made it out of the parking garage without any casualties. She was terrified at first. Never in all of her existence had she ever driven an automobile. Not even after they were invented. However, she quickly learned how to operate the machinery. She laughed delightfully as her foot moved from one pedal to the other. Her right hand quickly felt comfortable changing gears. The wind blowing through her hair, "Mortals and their machines!" She called out into the night.

The roar and purr of the engine was music to her ears as she maneuvered the vehicle with seemingly practiced ease. It was a joyful ride all the way home. Once she had pulled up to her house she cut the engine and took the keys with her. As she headed inside she felt suddenly exhausted. She'd just barely managed to kick off her heels before she fell into a deep slumber. Since her sleep cycle was no where near a regular person's sleep cycle she slept the entire day. Sometime during her sleep the radio had turned on. Her dreams were shattered by the news report. Slowly opening her eyes as she listened.

Quickly she was able to put two and two together. She shivered as she was suddenly cold. Hugging herself tightly as she stared at the radio solemnly listening to the report. When everything resumed as normal she shook her head sadly, "Such a pity I would've liked to go one on one with him in the ring." She allowed herself a few moments of quiet mourning for the man she'd barely just met who showed her a good time. The urge to search for his Spark and restore him was upon her. But she shook her head. She had been abusing her abilities for personal gain too much lately. That wasn't why she was chosen for this task.

Putting it out of her mind she got up from bed. Changing from last night's clothes to her usual casual attire. Shoving her feet into her well worn Converse. At least she had those memories, right' Keys in hand she climbed into the Bugatti once more with the radio blaring some Ol' Blue Eyes "You Make Me Feel So Young" singing cheerfully into the evening.