[21:32] <Byron_McAllister> <Evan leaves the hotel lobby.  A suitcase in one hand, a hanging bag slung over his shoulder>

[21:33] <Byron_McAllister> <He walks out onto the sidewalk, looks around quickly, then steps to the curb to hail a cab>

[21:34] <Byron_McAllister> <A cab pulls to the curb.  Evan hurriedly climbs in>

[21:35] <Byron_McAllister> <As the cab pulls away, another figure steps from the milling crowd at the hotel entrance>

[21:35] <Byron_McAllister> <He also steps to the curb and hails a cab>

[21:36] <Indie`>  <dresses up in a black leather mini dress, tall black boots, and puts on a black scarf around her neck.  She puts on a pair of black sunglasses to complete the outfit.>

[21:36] <Byron_McAllister> <as the cab pulls to the curb, the man quiclky pulls the door open.  Throwing himself into the seat, he quickly pulls the door closed behind him>

[21:37] <Byron_McAllister> [Byron] The other cab.  The one that just pulled away.  You will follow it.

[21:37] <Byron_McAllister> [Cabbie] What? Hey, I don't need any trouble...

[21:38] <Byron_McAllister> [Byron] Sir, you will have far more trouble if that cab gets away.

[21:38] <Byron_McAllister> <The cabbie turns back to the wheel, pulling quickly away from the curb>

[21:38] <Indie`>  [Lady Driving Car] <drives along the new york streets relatively peacefully> Hmm....traffic is pretty good today...going smooth, I may get home early.

[21:38] <Indie`>  [Lady] <sees a yellow cab speeding and swerving behind her> OH SHIT! <swerves her car to avoid the cab and hits a lamp post>

[21:39] <Indie`>  [Lady] <hits her head on the steering wheel> oh dear, so much for home early...

[21:39] <Byron_McAllister> <The second cab continues to follow the first, watching its progress through traffic>

[21:40] <Byron_McAllister> <eventually, the first cab pulls to a stop in front of an apartment building>

[21:42] <Indie`>  <raises her dress to reveal a small silver hand gun strapped to her leg by a leather holster>

[21:43] <Indie`>  <inserts an small knife,  a beautiful one with a black jade handle into her boot>

[21:44] <Byron_McAllister> <The second cab pulls to the curb a little back from the first>

[21:44] <Byron_McAllister> <Byron watches as Evan steps out, leaning back into the cab to retreive his luggage>

[21:44] <Indie`>  <ties her hair up into an upsweep and keeps it in place with silver chopsticks.  She does this with care as the ends are dipped in poison and very sharp, a poison which took years of small doses to become immune to.>

[21:45] <Byron_McAllister> <Byron watches as EVan walks into the building, luggage in hand.  Finally, he steps out of the cab, tossing an assortment of bills on the front seat>

[21:45] <Byron_McAllister> Keep the change.

[21:46] <Indie`>  <smiles at her reflection. Indonesia is Dangerously Beautiful.  Literally.>

[21:47] <Byron_McAllister> <Byron walks to the front of the building.  One hand slips into his pocket, activating the small transmitter>

[21:48] <Byron_McAllister> <Evan, meanwhile, steps off the elevator and walks to Indie's door>

[21:48] <Indie`>  <the door is open>

[21:48] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan] <Hefting his luggage, he walks inside>

[21:48] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan] Indie?

[21:49] <Indie`>  Yes Evan?

[21:49] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan] <looks over, smiles>

[21:49] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan]<sets his luggage down>

[21:50] <Indie`>  <applies her lipstick using a slim black compact which doubles up as the little device that she uses to monitor the bugs she plants.  The compact when activated is a small radar, th compact showing up a red blip while the target remains in the centre>

[21:51] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan] It's done. I'm out of the hotel.  I guess I'm all yours.

[21:51] <Indie`>  I'm upset Evan.  Obviously my bug has been disabled.

[21:52] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan] Your...bug? What bug?

[21:53] <Indie`>  Yes, bug.

[21:53] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan] As in tracking device or listening device?

[21:53] <Indie`>  Both actually.

[21:54] <Indie`>  Come here, look at this.

[21:54] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan] What is it?

[21:56] <Indie`>  <shows him her compact, what looks like a small manufactures label at the bottom is really a button to activate it.  In moments, the compact glows, the mirror becoming a radar.  The X symbolizing them was lit, however neither the sound icon nor the blip that represents the target activated.

[21:56] <Indie`>  The bug is dead.

[21:56] <Indie`>  <frowns>

[21:57] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan] <grins> Impressive.

[21:57] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan] ...but, if it's dead, don't you think that means someone found it?

[21:58] <Indie`>  <thinks> you could be right Evan.

[22:02] <Indie`>  Anyway Evan, are you ready to go?

[22:03] <Indie`>  I have to pay my hostage a little visit.

[22:03] <Byron_McAllister> <nods> We should.

[22:04] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan] Are we coming back here? Or should I bring my things?

[22:04] <Indie`>  Bring your things, I've arranged for a shuttle.

[22:05] <Byron_McAllister> <sighs> Okay.

[22:05] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan] <walks over, picks up his luggage again>

[22:05] <Indie`>  <picks up her bags and heads towards the elevator. She brings her sunglasses from atop her head and puts them on.  Facing Evan she smiles.  Well, we're off...gets into the awaiting elevator>

[22:06] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan] <follows her onto the elevator>

[22:06] <Indie`>  <as the elevator goes down, she looks into the mirror and checks her reflection> Evan, ever listen to Aerosmith?

[22:07] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan]<nods>

[22:07] <Indie`>  <leans back against mirror> mm...they had that song, it had to do with an elevator....<smiles slyly>

[22:08] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan]<thinks for a minute> I'm not familiar with that one.

[22:08] <Indie`>  <walks towards Evan> Don't  know the song? <laughs and then pushes him away> Your loss.

[22:09] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan]<looks confused> You'll have to explain it to me sometime.

[22:10] <Indie`>  <the door arrives at the bottom level, which holds the parking lot.  Her boots make a clip clopping noise as she walks along the concrete towards her car.  Her car, a black vintage Porche Boxter>

[22:10] <Byron_McAllister> <Standing next to the building, Byron sees the couple walk out>

[22:11] <Indie`>  Mmm...get in.

[22:11] <Byron_McAllister> <He steps away from the building and mingles with the other people on the street>

[22:11] <Byron_McAllister> <Suddenly, he staggers out of the crowd, feigning drunkeness>

[22:21] <Byron_McAllister> <Byron stumble out of the crowd, toward Indie's car>

[22:21] <Byron_McAllister> <His hand comes out of his pocket, holding a pack of cigarettes>

[22:22] <Byron_McAllister> <He shakily pulls a cigarette out of the pack>

[22:23] <Byron_McAllister> <Byron stumbles up to where Indie and Evan are standing>

[22:23] <Indie`>  <buckles her seatbelt, inserts the key into the ignition and turn it, the motor roaring to life.  Stepping on the gas she storms out of the underground parking lot, like one who's demon possessed, laughing at the sheer freedom she feels at the moment>

[22:24] <Indie`>  <turns to watch Evan's face> having fun yet?

[22:24] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan]<nods>

[22:27] <Byron_McAllister> <Byron sees the Porsche fly out of the parking garage into traffic>

[22:27] <Indie`>  <she swerves through the busy New York streets, bypassing cabbies and pedestrians alike. She screeches as she slams on the breaks at a red.  Zipping through streets and alleys alike she eventually arrives at a wharf, where a large warehouse stands, it's smoke stacks contributing to New York's already chronic pollution>

[22:27] <Byron_McAllister> <He runs out into the street, dodging cars, trying to keep the small black sports car in sight>

[22:28] <Byron_McAllister> <Byron watches as a young man parks a motorcycle on the sidewalk, he hurries over>

[22:30] <Byron_McAllister> <He waits for the man to leave the bike, then he climbs onto it>

[22:30] <Indie`>  <stopping abruptly in front of the warehouse, one would see that it's facade from the front in no way correlates what's behind.  Only from the air can one see that the middle of the warehouse is rutted out, revealing a metal shield that can retract.  The warehouse, in the middle of New York City is actually a small hanger.>

[22:31] <Indie`>  Come on, let's visit the girl.

[22:31] <Byron_McAllister> <Failing to hotwire the bike, he climbs off and looks around at the other vehicles stuck in traffic>

[22:31] <Thomas_Lubeck> <A crowded street corner.... as a pair of vendors squabble over a sidewalk's worth of space, a man in a long overcoat brushes on by. Choking slightly, coughing against the fine layer of smog and grit in the air, he mutters something that alludes to the city environment. As he glances down the street, he sees the highrises end, an a column of warehouses begin.> Right on time, I hope.

[22:31] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan] <nods> Okay.

[22:32] <Byron_McAllister> <He runs across the street, cutting through an alley>

[22:32] <Byron_McAllister> Damnit...

[22:33] <Thomas_Lubeck> <He pushes on, periodically glancing at a license number, scrawled on a notepad "borrowed" from a nearby parking garage. Technically a bribe... but who'll know the difference?>

[22:33] <Indie`>  <entering through the side, Indonesia takes Evan through a labyrinth of halls beneath the warehouse.  Eventually they reach a square room, Doors on all sides.  One of them, a large iron one with a small slot window at the top  just large enough to pass through food stands opposite of them>

[22:34] <Byron_McAllister> <He spots a cab, parked in the alleyway.  It driver sleeping behind the wheel>

[22:34] <Byron_McAllister> <He quickly makes his way to the driver's side door, easing it open>

[22:35] <Thomas_Lubeck> <He coughs again, a roadster speeding by. As he moves on across the street, he begins examining nearby vehicles.> ((WB.)) And... let's see...

[22:35] <Byron_McAllister> <In one motion, Byron grabs the man by the collar, jerking the driver out of the cab and into the alley>

[22:36] <Byron_McAllister> <At the same time, he slides into the driver's seat and quickly turns the ignition key>

[22:36] <Byron_McAllister> <The cab's engine roars to life as Byron presses the accelerator to the floor, pulling the door closed>

[22:36] <Indie`>  <taking a key from her purse, she opens the cell.  A small wooden frame bed with a thin mattress stands at the side, a small form laying hunched up in a ball.  On the other side, a toilet and a chair.  A sketch book, the prisoner's only luxury sits on the chair.  Charcoal drawings on almost every page.>

[22:37] <Thomas_Lubeck> <With a flourish, he removes the crumpled notepaper, and compares the number to that of a parked car.> Perfect. I love it when they're sloppy. <he sighs, and ventures around the side of the warehouse.>

[22:37] <Byron_McAllister> <Lookig in the rearview mirror, Byron sees the stunned cab driver, still sitting in the alley>

[22:37] <Indie`>  Wake up Frenchy!

[22:37] <Indie`>  Time to go home.

[22:38] <Byron_McAllister> <shooting out of the alleyway, Byron tries to reason out which way the Porsche could have gone>

[22:38] <Indie`>  [Neko] <turns towards the voice, her eyes squinting at the light.  In a cracked voice she responds, "I can go now?">

[22:38] <Byron_McAllister> [Evan] You're letting her go? Just like that?

[22:39] <Indie`>  <nods> yeah, I'm letting you go, your purple-haired prince charming left New York, just as I wanted.

[22:39] <Byron_McAllister> <Byron drives through alleyways and across streets, working his way toward the industrial district>

[22:39] <Thomas_Lubeck> <He gives the Porsche a critical glance, and then walks on, around the side of the building.> And this is a professional... right.

[22:39] <Indie`>  Yeah, I have no need for her now.  They'll never find me anyway, even if they have a description of me.

[22:39] <Indie`>  I'm never worried.

[22:40] <Byron_McAllister> <Reaching the shipping district, Byron drives between warehouses, through freight areas>

[22:41] <Thomas_Lubeck> <Easing the door before him open, slowly, he winces. A mournful groan comes from the hinges, echoing thoughout the warehouse> Wonderful...

[22:41] <Byron_McAllister> <Eventually, after driving past warehouse after warehouse, he spots the Porsche>

[22:41] <Indie`>  [Neko] <stumbles past her captor, incredulous that her freedom lays in plain sight.  She turns around, expecting the dark skinned lady to pull her back, and tell her that it's a cruel joke.>

[22:42] <Byron_McAllister> <He eases the cab in next to a warehouse, climbing out>

[22:43] <Thomas_Lubeck> <Sighing, he begins fishing around in his pockets, muttering about something again. Noticing the cab's arrival in the corner of his eye, he pretends to pay it no heed. Finally, his hand brushes by the butt of a pistol, and he nods to himself, satisfied.>

[22:43] <Byron_McAllister> <Byron pulls out the band holding his hair back, once again, he starts his drunk routine>

[22:43] <Indie`>  [Neko] <she turns around once more, thinking to take the sketch book with her, but decides against it.  This may prove to be a wise choice in the future, as it holds detailed drawings of Indonesia and Herusu, a clue for anyone who would find it.>

[22:44] <Indie`>  <notices the sketchbook and ignores it, figuring that the sketches would make her immortal>

[22:44] <Byron_McAllister> <He walks around behind the cab, puts a hand on the trunk and leans over quickly, faking sickness>

[22:44] <Thomas_Lubeck> <without ceremony, he tosses open the door, and steps back, whirling around outside. He waits for a reaction.>

[22:44] <Indie`>  Come on frenchy hurry up. Get out now.

[22:45] <Thomas_Lubeck> <He glances back at the cab...> Huh? Damn...

[22:45] <Byron_McAllister> <While bent over, he checks his pistol, riding in the shoulder holster>

[22:45] <Indie`>  [Neko] <runs through the warehouse trying to find an exit.  Upon finding one she cries at the site of the tall skyscrapers and the statue of liberty, proof that she really was free to go.  She stumbles her way to find a phone and call Noir, to arrange for someone to pick her up>

[22:46] <Indie`>  Evan..see, I do have a heart.

[22:46] <Indie`>  On the rare occasion.

[22:46] <Byron_McAllister> <Finally, he stand up, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand>

[22:47] <Thomas_Lubeck> <He glances back again towards Byron, still hesitant about stepping inside, but does so anyway. A drunk, in a cab, in the middle of nowhere (in public terms, anyway).... a little off.>

[22:49] <Thomas_Lubeck> <He steps on in, finally, closing the door behind him, and leaving Byron behind.>

[22:49] <Indie`>  <Evan at her side, she exits the basement>

[22:52] <Thomas_Lubeck> <He whistles, looking around at the setup inside the warehouse... an improvised hanger, complete with its own small craft.> Oh well... so much for subtle.

[22:54] <Indie`>  <Indie doesn't always do things secretly, she just makes sure she kills those that see or hear too much>

[22:54] <Thomas_Lubeck> <frowns> Well, so much for professionalism...

[22:56] <Indie`>  Evan, take your bags...<goes to the trunk and gets her own>

[22:56] <Thomas_Lubeck> Crap... I mean, first she grabs a girl, and now this. Who am I dealing with here? <grumbling aloud, actually a neat ploy to grab the attention of whoever is around.>

[22:57] <Thomas_Lubeck> [Byron] <Satisfied that Thomas is out of sight, though not quite sure what his connection is to Indie, he stumbles towards the warehouse. As he nears it, he breaks into a sprint, and crouches. Edging along, he stops near the door, and, with bait breath, listens.>

[22:59] <Indie`>  <walks in bags in tow.  Senses someone and something afoot>

[22:59] <Indie`>  <drops the bags down> Alright, who's in here?

[23:02] <Thomas_Lubeck> <Not altogether satisified with Indie's conduct thus far, not to mention a little apprehensive about the whole matter, he makes his way across the interior hanger, and towards another exit.>

[23:02] <Indie`>  <lifts her dress and takes out her silver gun.  Evan, unused to violence steps back from her>

[23:03] <Thomas_Lubeck> <Of course, he leaves the door unlocked for Byron...> Let's see what he's up too...

[23:03] <Indie`>  Ok, you're pissing me off you sob, stop being a coward and show yourself.

[23:04] <Thomas_Lubeck> [Byron] <easing the door open, he walks in, and stops.... quickly, he ruffles his hair, and drops his gaze, stumbling.>

[23:05] <Indie`>  Who in the devil's hot hell are you?

[23:05] <Thomas_Lubeck> [Byron] Whas... whassat? <he tumbles back and forth, knocking over a nearby set of tools.>

[23:05] <Indie`>  <evan looks at her...."Devil's Hot Hell?">

[23:05] <Indie`>  <smiles>

[23:06] <Thomas_Lubeck> [Byron] You... <he gives a lopsided, some could say drunken, grin> Oh...

[23:06] <Indie`>  Dammit, <walks towards the drunkard and kicks him> Get up!

[23:06] <Thomas_Lubeck> [Byron] OW! <he picks himself up, and then lunges towards Indie as he falls back over.>

[23:07] <Indie`>  Does this look like your home? Does that door have your name on it? I think not, so get yourself out of my site before this bullet goes into your stomach.  I don't think the surgery you'll have after i'm done with you is covered for bums in new york.

[23:08] <Thomas_Lubeck> [Byron] <With a quick flick of the wrist, the bug is tucked into the hanging sleeve of her coat.>

[23:09] <Thomas_Lubeck> [Byron] Yer.... jokin'. <he gives a goofy smile, and stumbles back. As he does, he takes a chair with him. One bruise... but all in the line of duty. :D >

[23:10] <Indie`>  <still very upset that this drunkard followed her she boots him in the chest.  He flies and hits the wall.  Knocked unconscious, this gives Indonesia time to grab a tranq from her bags and sends him to dream land.>

[23:10] <Thomas_Lubeck> [Byron] <collaspes, drifting off...>

[23:11] <Thomas_Lubeck> <In the meantime, Thomas just shakes his head from the sidelines. Without word, he decides that, rather then risk blowing his cover infront of Evan, he'll just contact Indie sometime later.>

[23:11] <Thomas_Lubeck> <Slipping out, he begins muddling over events... time to go back to work.>

[23:12] <Indie`>  You won't remember me when you wake up.  <leaves the drunkard and takes up her bag.  Her and evan board the shuttle and she retracts the hangar's shield.   Moments later, the shuttle is off towards NC, no more than a silver bullet piercing a blue sky.>

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