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Post by Dinah Grayson on Oct 26, 2015 23:23:23 GMT -6
Fidgeting in her dress, uncomfortable since the moment she walked in, Dinah looked around at the people gathered for this black tie event. She was not one for formal events, or formal wear. But it was for a good cause, as it was every year she forced herself to go to one of these things. Everyone here was ready to throw their money at people. And at $300 a plate, she would hope so. She looked down at her dress as she shifted from foot to foot. It was pink. It's a pale pink, calm down., her secretary's voice rang in her mind. And it's couture. That's why you gave me your measurements, so you didn't have to go dress shopping. Dinah was regretting that decision. The collar was high, wrapped around her neck like a choker. It almost felt suffocating in this atmosphere. The back was open, leaving it bare, showing off a peek of her tattoo on her side. She hated that sensation, like her back was exposed and had some kind of target on it. It's why she had her back to the wall pretty much since the moment she walked in. Her hands brushed down the skirt, layers of sheer fabric, covered in gems and crystals in small starbursts a small belt of them around her waist. She could see the silhouette of her legs through the skirt and that part didn't bother her so much, it was just so poofy. Not ballgown with hoop skirt poof, but still more than she liked.
And she didn't like dresses as a general rule. But if she had to wear them, she liked something with some slink. But, in her secretary's infinite wisdom, she sent her to a black tie even in a pale pink dress. Standing out was part of her reputation for sure, but usually one was supposed to wear darker colors. Well, she was going up on the auction block tonight, being the celebrity she would sell herself to the highest bidder for charity. So, she supposed she had to be eye catching.
She snagged a waitress as she walked by with a tray of champagne, and smiled. "Could I get a glass of ginger ale in a high ball glass? Keeping up appearances and all that." She smiled, and the waitress nodded, coming back with the requested glass on her next pass through. Dinah held the glass in both her hands, glad for the coldness of it. She took one last look around the room, wondering who was going to win the bid tonight. Lucius Fox usually won, and as old and sweet as he was, she was hoping that wouldn't be the case this year. Of course it was usually a sizable bid he opened with, and she was fairly sure some prodding from her father kept her as Lucius's standing lunch date. Someone else caught her eye though; someone she wasn't sure she was actually seeing here, at a charity event. A one Mr. "John Wayne". She pushed off the wall and wandered over to one of the high top tables to lean on while she sipped at her ginger ale. He seemed to be doing the same thing, scoping the room out. She fought to keep the grin off her face as she looked away, once more adjusting the dress, trying to feel less self conscious.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Oct 28, 2015 1:21:57 GMT -6
The tuxedo was not his favorite disguise. There was a certain James Bond charm to it, of course, but Owen was always more comfortable when there was layers of body armor beneath it. Red Hood was running with a standard black tux with a white shirt and crimson pocket square. Owen hadn't been to this particular event in years. And even then, he'd only accompanied Jason the one time as a kid. Owen recalled getting into an argument with the rather obnoxious John Grayson and his cousin Thomas and deciding that these sorts of things weren't for him. Ah, to be a teenager. Not really though.
Owen sipped at his Soder Cola. He'd asked the bartender for a standard glass to make it look like he was drinking a rum and coke or something like it. And Owen would have preferred to be imbibing that tonight, but he was working and he tried to avoid dulling his senses on the job. His contract was simple. He'd meet a contact here and assist in the mission with more details to follow. Usually, it wasn't his style to go for something so cryptic, but the money was too good to pass up and the contact had been made through the right channels.
After a few moments of scanning the room, a girl in a pink dress caught his eye. Owen smirked a little. Pink wasn't really Dinah Gray's color, though he wouldn't say so. She was pulling it off rather nicely, but he suspected she'd prefer to be in anything but that. Especially in a room like this. He took another sip of his cola and smiled warmly. It was anything but genuine, but he faked it well enough, he hoped. Dinah's being here was going to complicate matters a bit for Owen. He hoped that whatever the OP was, it wasn't going to get anyone killed.
A few moments later, Owen moved to intercept Dinah. He figured he should at least go say hello since he'd been spotted.
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Post by Henri Batroc on Nov 2, 2015 1:16:23 GMT -6
Shifting her weight from foot to foot, Henri half listened to the head waiter as he went over final instructions for tonight as the guests had started to file in. She didn't like being in Gotham, it made her skin crawl. The whole city was full of crazies of one sort or another but this was where the job was. At least she'd get to put on a fancy dress later. She didn't exactly want this job, but the money was rather too good to pass up. She was told she'd meet her contact at the party and he'd be wearing a red pocket square in his tux. She really didn't want to work with another person, but since this was a two part job, an extra pair of hands wouldn't be too horrible, she supposed. Just some larceny and kidnapping.
Her partner, she was told, was going to be wearing a red pocket square, which, depending on the evening should either be easy or a guessing game of eeny meeny miny mo. Though she was pretty good at picking out people in a crowd. As she was handed a platter of hors d’oeuvres, Henri went over her mental checklist of the things she had and things she had stashed for after her magical quick change. Easiest way in was always through the kitchen staff. No one paid them any attention. And she could get a good look at everyone, listen in on their conversations and not have to use her powers one bit. It really was too easy sometimes.
She picked up a tray of champagne and started to mingle with the guests, keeping her eyes open while doing her cover job. Most of the men seemed to be wearing corresponding colors with their dates, so it was fairly easy to spot the red in a sea of black and dark greens, blues and purples. He seemed to be making his way over to someone but she had a chance to intercept him as she passed out glasses. She crossed in front of him and brought the tray to his attention.
"Champagne, sir?" She smiled. "Also, I believe you dropped this." She pulled out a small origami flower from her apron and handed it to him. Inside was a simple ear bud for communications; small easily hidden, using bone conduction to hear the other person. She had one in her ear already, just waiting for him to make the first noise. Henri nodded to him as he left to continue on his journey toward the woman in the pink dress. Interesting color choice for a black tie event, she thought, but she had other things to worry about than people's fashion choices. She melted back into the crowd to wait.
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Nov 2, 2015 1:40:41 GMT -6
A part of Dinah was glad Owen was here, it meant her night would be anything but boring. Another part of her was yelling at her for that. She should know better. She also should be immediately suspicious as to what he was up to. This did not seem like his normal scene. Wasn't really hers either if she thought about it. JJ or Thomas were more comfortable at these things than she was usually. She'd drawn the short straw this year though, having put in more than just an appearance for the celebrity auction. She'd gotten away for so many years. Usually too busy to do more than that (on purpose or on accident was never a secret she'd tell).
She looked back around the room, trying to figure out what could possibly bring him here. If it was a person, or something up for auction, it wasn't readily apparent to her. And if he made that joke about being related to "those Waynes" again, she'd start poking holes in his alias rather quickly. Still. He could make the night very interesting. So she decided to simply let him be, for now.
"Why hello, Mr. 'Wayne'." She grinned cheekily at him as he walked up. "I didn't think you even owned a suit, let alone a tuxedo. What many layers you have."
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Nov 14, 2015 13:07:04 GMT -6
"No, thank you. I already have a drink. However, I did drop that. Thank you for finding it."
They told Owen he'd be contacted by a server, so he promptly took the origami flower and slipped the earbud in before anyone noticed. He looked at the flower and grinned, making it look like the server had just given him a number and promptly pocketed it. Besides, that would at least draw Dinah's attention away from certain suspicious activities. Like him being here.
"Why, Ms. Gray. Lovely to see you here. But then again, as lovely as you are it's always good to see you anywhere." Owen gave her a flirty grin. "I happen to own 3 tuxedos and 9 suits, if you must know. You're always welcome to see my layers."
Owen looked around at all the people in the room and was struck by a feeling of familiarity. It had been several years since he'd gone to the black tie event. Jason had taken him as a kid. He mostly remembered getting into a rather heated debate with Thomas Wayne and John Grayson. Right. That was why he never went to these things anymore. Well, that and the being a wanted criminal thing. "I forgot how crowded this place gets. I haven't been to this particular event in several years. Suppose my invite keeps getting lost in the mail. Suppose I'll have to complain to my agent."
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Post by Henri Batroc on Nov 27, 2015 14:22:36 GMT -6
Watching, for a moment as he slipped the earbud in, she heard the noise on her end, indicating it had turned on. Henri passed her tray off to someone else as she headed for the bathroom, where her gear was waiting. Her contact seemed to have a distraction in a pink dress, and she scoffed as she heard his attempts at flirting. It was ridiculous and not something she wanted to deal with tonight, hopefully he could shake her. If not, well they were going to have to improvise. She really didn't feel like involving an unwitting third party, that could get messy. She didn't want to kill anyone tonight, but she would, if she needed to.
Henri walked into the bathroom and stepped into the third stall, after checking there was no one around. Standing on the toilet, she reached into the ceiling and pulled down her duffel bag. Whipping out her long, dark green evening dress, she quickly got out of her waitstaff clothes, slipping into it and a pair of pumps, stuffing the old clothes in the bag, strapping a small bag of her needed tools to her thigh and dropping the dress down. "I hope you are as good as you are reported to be. I do not like working with other people. But our mutual beneficiary believes this is a two person job." Henri stepped out of the stall, did a quick once over in the mirror, fussing with her hair a bit, adding a small jeweled hairpiece and hiding a few more tools in her massive head of curls.
Stepping out of the bathroom, she scanned the crowd, seeing all the richy rich types chit chatting and trying to find her mark. She pulled her compact out to take a look at the photo of the person she was looking for. She grinned. Maybe this would be easier than she thought. Unless of course Mr. Flirty was attached. But that was secondary to the vault upstairs. That was their primary objective. She could easily take that on, she just needed to get to the room without being noticed. Or at least be able to see where she was going. She wandered into the crowd, grabbing a glass of champagne as she went, smiling at a few gentlemen. Hopefully this would be an easy pay day.
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Nov 27, 2015 23:28:31 GMT -6
Dinah watched him approach, rolling her eyes as he seemd to simply score a number from a waitress. No doubt, she thought she could hook a shark here if her face was pretty enough. That way she wouldn’t have to wait tables for parties anymore. Resting her chin in her hand, she grinned as he talked about his “many layers”, remembering when she had gotten a chance to peel them off. He did clean up ery nicely though. She just had to wonder what he needed those suits for.
“Oh I think I wouldn’t mind getting past a few of your current layers.” She flashed him a grin, running her fingers down his lapel.
As soon as he said he hadn’t been here in several years, Dinah looked at him, more closely than she had before, searching his face. His eyes had always been one feature she had been drawn to, but now she could picture them on a much younger face. Frustratingly, there was no name associated with that face, as she had arrived too late to the arugment to catch it. She did, however, distinctly remember those blue eyes, glaring back at JJ and Thomas as he got dragged off. She let out a small chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief.
“You know, I remember one year, some idiot decided to have a very loud argument with my brother and cousin before being hauled off. Suppose that’s why your invite kept getting lost?” It had to be him, she remembered Jason had been there, draggin him away just as she had come in to see what was going on. It would explain his extra curricular activities. And his training.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Dec 15, 2015 22:55:08 GMT -6
The words made him smirk. "Sweetheart, I'm twice as good as you heard. And I'll work with most people as long as the money is good. Just don't get in my way too much. Or do. I might want to watch you work."
He promptly smiled at Dinah and moved to her. Her being here caused about 8 million complications that Owen had no time for. He supposed if he had paused to think about it for 15 or so minutes, Owen would have realized that Dinah was here. He probably could have found that in his research. "I do believe you got past a few of my layers last time. My wrists are still chaffed in spots and I had trouble walking the next morning." A dreamy little smile fluttered across his face as he thought back to that evening in California. Owen's hand came up and caressed her face. "You look rather lovely yourself. Nice to see you in something colorful for a change and not just a trucker hat."
The smile changed into a sly smirk. "Well, Johnny Boy always did have a good right hook. Thomas didn't rise to the bait, but your brother sure did. Not sure how they tell it, but I'm sure it was probably all my fault." His voice was full of sarcasm. He paused dramatically to look like he was considering something. "I suppose that would be why my invite keeps getting lost. That or I just keep forgetting to have my mail forwarded to my new apartment. You know how those letters get lost in Suicide Slums after all. Very unreliable."
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Post by Henri Batroc on Jan 11, 2016 19:30:03 GMT -6
"Oh? Arrogant and flirty. Maybe later you can watch me. Right now, just keep your eyes on her. I'm fairly sure you will enjoy that part of the job." Henri turned and watched the room for a bit, as people settled in for the nights entertainment. Dinner would be starting soon, she figured, and then the auction. Everyone would be focused on the auction, and that's when she''d do her little retrieval upstairs. She just hoped her partner could make a suitable distraction to attract everyone's attention. And judging by the sound of his current conversation, it seemed he was an old hand at it. She was, of course, half tempted to toss out the ear piece while trying to maintain a pleasant smile in her conversation and hearing about his sexcapades. She took a sip of her champagne to give her mouth something other to do than frown.
"Hey, you know, if you wanted, you could just take her on the table, right there, and we could get this job over with much quicker. Otherwise, save it for the auction block. That's when most people will be in here and I can go grab the file in the vault. If you make a big enough distraction." There was a call for everyone to sit for dinner and Henri looked around a bit before moving a few name cards around conveniently and subtlety, placing herself near a side door and a "Mr John Wayne" near Dinah. A few people may have been grumpy, finding themselves not near people they knew but she figured they could make new, rich friends.
Henri would admit though, that her conversations with the people at her table were not half as interesting as whatever Dinah and Owen were talking about. But she was only half paying attention, trying to glean information out of her table mates for later so she could relieve them of their burdensome expensive items. This job was probably going to be the best paying one she'd had in awhile, what with all the extra money she could potentially make here.
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Jan 11, 2016 20:08:24 GMT -6
There were moments Dinah wished she could capture and keep for later. That dreamy smile on John's face was particularly nice, and different and something she wanted to see again. Which, she could technically recreate if she felt like it. She did, of course, because once had not been enough. Just remembering that night sent a shiver down her spine and made goosebumps raise all over her bare arms. She raised an eyebrow at him, grinning as he complained about the chaffing. The being unable to walk was something she was completely unapologetic for. She had barely been able to stumble back to her own hotel room before she had to check out.
She grabbed his hand and held it, resting them on the table as she looked at and around him, seeing people looking at them curiously. "Yes well, my secretary looks for any excuse to get me out of my usual uniform of black, black and more black. Never mind that this is a black tie event. I'm a rockstar, I'm supposed to break social norms and rebel against the standard. I just wish I didn't have to do it in pink. And I still have that hat. It's amazing how good of a disguise a simple hat can be against paparazzi."
"Johnny boy, huh? Don't let him hear you say that or he'll probably show you that right hook again." Dinah had heard the story a few times, but she only half believed her brother's version. She would believe John would shoot his mouth off at JJ, but things got muddled when it came to who threw the first punch. Could have been either of them. What was said, or what JJ had said what was said was something she completely forgot. Although, judging by his sarcasm, Dinah could bet good money JJ probably swiped at him. Not that it mattered now. They were all totally adults now. Totally.
"Haha, you know, I could fix that. Just give me your address. Maybe I'll deliver it in person sometime, in a long trench coat and nothing else." She grinned at him, squeezing his hand before letting it go when they told everyone to head to their seats for dinner. She headed for her table, having scoped it out beforehand so she wasn't wandering around like a lost little lamb looking for her seat. She noticed John following her, and curiously she looked over at him as she sat down at her table.
"You know, you should probably find your...seat..." she snatched up his name card from two places over and looked at him curiously, wondering when he'd had time to make the switch. She'd had his attention practically the whole time. And she knew that he was not seated at her table when she looked before. But then Lucius was at her elbow, taking his customary seat next to her and she smiled at him before settling down.
"So, Dinah, who's your new friend?" Lucius looked Owen over with a discerning eye and a disarming smile before holding his hand out. "Lucius Fox, how do you do?"
"Oh, this is John Wayne. I met him a few months ago while I was working. So, I was rather surprised to see him here. At our table." Dinah put the name card back down on John's plate, amazed at her ability to say his name with a straight face. It was still weird to her, to call him John. Her brother was John. Well, he was JJ, but she called him John when he was in trouble. And John just did not seem like a name that would fit him. She tried anyway, because calling him Red to his face would be just a small problem. "He got me out of a rather tight spot. So you can put away the concerned father look, Lucius. He's fine."
"I'll decide that for myself, young lady. But if you say he helped you out, I'll give him the benefit of the doubt. For now." Lucius took his seat next to her as they started bringing out the first courses. When Dinah put on the stupid pink dress today, she had no idea how interesting her evening was going to get.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Feb 5, 2016 18:46:27 GMT -6
There was a slight raising of an eyebrow, when Dinah grabbed his hand and squeezed it, but Owen promptly smiled at her. It was odd, but he was enjoying this whole charade. He rarely ever got to play spy. "I know the feeling. My own secretary has been trying to get me out of the jacket and into something more Bond-like for awhile." It was slightly true. Mallory had picked out the tux for him. Owen wanted another person's opinion and Aaron just made jokes when he showed him.
"Or a simple pair of sunglasses. You'd be amazed what a simple pair of glasses can hide." He gave her a knowing smirk. "He doesn't like that, huh? Well, I'm a bit bigger than I used to be, I'm not entirely worried about him. I grew up and got some new moves."
A dreamy smirk crossed his face and Owen looked at Dinah and grinned. "I still have fond memories of your last delivery. I think maybe I'd like to subscribe to that service. You seem so much more interesting than my usual mailman." His hand squeezed hers back, reflexively as the rest of the guests started moving towards their seats. When Dinah left him, Owen spoke quietly into the throat mic. "Don't worry about me. I can distract people just fine. This is all part of the new plan. Besides, I had her on the table last time. I think the stage is more appropriate this go around."
"John" smiled at Dinah and the card in her hand. "Oh, look. I found it." He looked up as Lucius Fox joined them and spoke up. Owen took his hand and shook it warmly. "Nice to meet you, sir. I'm a big fan of your R&D work. I'm a mechanical engineer by profession. I read the majority of your papers from before you took your current position. I found them very interesting and inspirational for my own works." He attempted to make it sound sincere and hoped it worked without overselling it. Owen had in fact read all of the papers that Lucius had written for Waynetech R&D and was a very big fan. This was his engineering side fanboying all over the place.
Red Hood took his seat, making pleasant conversation with the rest of the group. Though this wasn't his usual haunt, he was enjoying it rather immensely. He was glad he'd decided to take the job tonight.
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Post by Henri Batroc on Feb 9, 2016 14:44:03 GMT -6
"And I am sure she looked very good on that table. " Henri took the time to actually look the lady over instead of just snarking about her over the intercom. "Though...her type seem to like to put on a show. Maybe the stage would be appropriate," she replied, pretending to dig around in her clutch for her lipstick. She could definitely see the attraction, and while red heads were not her usual type, male or female, there was something to be said about musicians. But she was here for a job, well two jobs really, and she would get those done first before even thinking about anything else. Picking pocket change off the people at her table was enough amusement for her while eating dinner. Listening to him be over eager with his dinner companions was amusing, and several times she had to hide a smirk behind a sip of whatever drink she had in her had at the moment.
By the time the dessert course was brought out, she got up to "powder her nose" as it were, and to see how many guards they had stationed upstairs. Last she had checked before the party had started was two at her initial entry point and two more guarding the room she needed to get into itself. She hoped it was still the same. "I am going to do one last sweep to make sure everything is ready. They'll start the auction soon. Don't get too carried away talking about your little toys with the head of R&D." She made it all the way to the alcove of the bathrooms before stopping at the door. She could see the balcony across the way clear as day, as well as the guards wandering around up there, keeping an eye on things. That was her first hurdle. She had been watching them, one way or another, all night to get their pattern down. So she counted the seconds between when they would pass each other before teleporting and appearing between them as they walked away. She now had 10 seconds before they turned back around. She turned and faced the hall to the room and quickly teleported half way down, just before the bend, slipping inside a small closet just as the auction started.
"I am in position."
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Post by Dinah Grayson on Feb 9, 2016 16:08:40 GMT -6
Well, I like him better than your last two dates, Dinah. He seems to have a good head on his shoulders. I might have to take a look at some of your work sometime, John." Lucius grinned as he shook John's hand. Dinah simply stared at him. He was either really really good at being a kiss ass or he genuinely enjoyed Lucius's work. Though that explained several things to her at once, like where he kept getting his weapons and tech. She usually let JJ handle that, as she had not the time nor the mind for such things. She had vague ideas of what she needed and he made them reality.
"Many, many layers, John. You continue to surprise me." She decided, after listening to the both of them discuss the finer points of...energy dispersal...(she honestly had no idea what they were talking about), that he was not a kiss ass, that he genuinely was interested in all that. And just watching him talk excitedly with Lucius was very interesting and beneficial for her. For one, Lucius was preoccupied and that gave her time to catch up with the other people at her table. But it also gave her time to observe John interacting with others outside of a fight. It was, of course, horrible for her resolve. He was, dare she say, adorable, having an intense debate with Lucius. Several times she caught herself simply watching him before looking away.
You know what he is, Dinah. Do not be drawn in by his roguish charms. For one, you'd never hear the end of it from JJ. Or Thomas. But as they brought out the desserts, she couldn't help it. Watching him talk with Lucius made him seem more normal, more like someone she could associate with. And all her mental arguments just devolved into remembering that he did save her life and was not a horrible person, he had, after all, made sure she was ok when she dislocated her shoulder and helped her save not only herself but the new band she just signed. Those kids had the most epic tale to tell because of him. But he's still a bad guy, Dinah.
She groaned out loud from her mental arguments though luckily it was covered by the announcement of the start of the auction. If anything, it sounded like she was complaining about being put up for sale. “How much am I worth this year, Lucius?”
“Hmm? Oh, I think six figures at least. We'll see if I have any competition for you this year,” he have John a mischievous smirk. Yep, Dinah was definitely in trouble. She smiled as the spotlight shined on her as she made her way to the stage, praying she didn't trip over the ridiculous dress.
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Post by Owen Merlowe on Feb 21, 2016 9:51:29 GMT -6
Owen clicked the mic switch on his wrist twice to acknowledge the message from Henri. He gave Lucius a genuine smile. "I'd like that very much, Mr. Fox." The two of them started talking shop for a few minutes and ended up in a debate about energy dispersal. Fox was very well versed, but Owen managed to keep up. Most of his knowledge was more practice than theory. Owen spent a lot of time using those theories in his own body armor in an attempt to keep him alive. It was a rather interesting curve ball to have Lucius Fox here as the man was somewhat of a personal hero to Owen. A lot of his theories and even a few prototypes were used throughout Owen's gear.
The young man took a moment to throw Dinah a wink at her comment about his layers. The debate got a little intense as Owen suggested smart fluids as a way of disbursing energy and Lucius balked at the idea, saying that they had a long way to go before they could invent something like that. Owen gave him a grin. "But you have tried to invent them haven't you?"
Lucius gave Owen a smile and said "That would be telling, wouldn't it?"
Before he could reply, their little debate was interrupted by the start of the auction. "John" smiled back at them both. "You'll have your work cut out for you." He looked around the room noting everything and then clicked the mic twice in reply to Henri's statement that she was in position. Now, would be the time for Owen to make the distraction. He had a fairly good idea of how to do it. The auction started with a few people going for a few thousand here and there. Then Dinah came up. The main event.
Owen grinned. "Ten thousand dollars." He opened the bidding high, wanting to see if Lucius would take his bait. Lucius followed bidding another ten. And the two went back and forth, listening to the gasps of the socialites as others dropped out and it became a personal battle between the two. It was all for a good cause after all.
The current bid was seventy five thousand. The Auctioneer started to speak. "Going once, going twice.." A smile crossed Owen's face. "One hundred thousand dollars." He hated to spend it, but if all went as planned he'd make it back after the night was over anyway. Just his fee alone for this little venture was twice that. The fact that it was for charity only eased Owen's mind, slightly. Owen smiled and looked to Lucius as if to say 'your move'.
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Post by Henri Batroc on Feb 23, 2016 15:00:40 GMT -6
“Hey…hey Shawn. What's going on out there?” Henri heard the guard in the room shout down the hallway. She tensed up, waiting for her moment. She knew it was coming soon, she just hoped the distraction would last long enough to get what she needed.
“Some new guy is giving old man Fox a run for his money this year for the Rockstar. Everyone is losing their shit.”
“What? Seriously?” Henri heard the movement from the room, felt the heavy footfalls of the other guard as he walked past her hiding place.. Counting to 10, she waited to see if he would come back before teleporting into the hallway. She didn't want to risk the hinges giving her away. As soon as she laid eyes on the room at the end of the hall she was there. Then she got to work.
Moving behind the desk, she moved the mouse to wake up the computer and typed in the passcode she'd been given which made everything much faster. She didn't question where it had come from, that wasn't part of her job.
Opening her small clutch, she pulled out a hard drive and plugged it in, leaving it to pull and compile the files, and break through any extra security. Then she set about looking for the safe. She lifted picture after picture with no luck on a wall safe. Then she started walking across the floor in a very formulaic pattern, looking for a hollow sounding floorboard, hoping she wasn't making too much noise. It took her a few money's one she found it to figure out how to open it, but after pushing it in just the right places it popped up from the floor. The biometric locks were a joke to her but the keypad was a bit more tricky. She pulled a special pin out of her hair ABC used it to get the keypad off without setting off any alarms. Then she wired in and started cycling codes.
Even she quietly gasped when Owen offered half their fee for his little distraction. “That's a lot for one date. You're not getting any of my cut for this, I hope you know.” she said quietly, before grinning as the safe hissed, releasing is lock under her hand a she pulled it open. She pulled the photos as requested and left everything else, putting them in her bag, not bothering to look at them. She didn't care much. She just noted they were old.
After putting the safe back together, she hustled over to the computer and pulled the hard drive, shutting off the screen. She could hear the guards getting bored with the bidding war. She shoved the drive into her bag and teleported to her previous hiding place just as she heard footsteps in the hall. Then she pictured the small alcove she started in and was there in an instant. She took out her compact and gave herself a quick once over before heading back to her seat.
“Sold! To the dashing young gentleman for a very generous $200,000. A day with Dinah Grey. I hope you two have a wonderful time.”
Henri balked at the price. He wasn't going to make any money on this job at all. And he'd never get his date. Well, that wasn't really her problem. But it might make the next bit a bit…complicated.
“All clear. Now, go claim your prize, we have to finish this job.”
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