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Chasing The Wheel

Cedric Dorn

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Diana sat within a small alcove on the space station known as The Wheel. Her now black dyed hair was tied up in a neat ponytail and the tattoo's on her face were covered up with a thin layer of make-up hiding them completely. She did not carry Tyrfing her now somewhat famous blade but instead had opted to only take her lightsabers, both of which sat nestled neatly on her back beneath a small leather jacket. The rest of her outfit was entirely civilian and completely Un-Jedi like, though that was the point.

No one would have been able to recognize her as the Jedi Knight Diana Moridena even if they had a picture of her.

The reason for this of course was quite simple, The Wheel was now located in Sith Space, and despite it being a well known trade port and Casino there were still Sith walking the station. Should she be compromised...well the effects would not be very pleasant. Luckily her outfit was rather convincing, so convincing in fact that she had managed to fool her closest friend @[member="Daella Apparine"] before leaving the Jedi Temple.

It had been quite amusing at the time, though now the situation was less funny and far more serious.

Diana was here for one reason and one reason alone, there had been rumors of an important bit of data running through the back alleys of the Wheel, specifically a line of code that was said to be able to crack open almost any system in the galaxy. Including defense perimeters for planetary systems. Whether the rumors were well founded or just a simple myth Diana did not know, but it was her mission to find out.

She had to find the creator of this code, and question him before the Sith or anyone else had a chance to find it and use it. She frowned slightly as a an walked by her. Diana watched him for a time, and then slowly stood from her seat, beginning to tail him. The man was not the creator of the code, but according to the rumors he knew someone who knew someone, and that was as good as a lead as he was going to get.
@[member="Circe Savan"] @[member="Noah Corek"]
 
It's Real to Pretend
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But she was not alone.

To someone like Circe Savan, someone who twisted and corrupted technology and the Dark Side of the Force together through the process of Mechu-Deru, this code was utterly invaluable. See, the code could allow access into almost any system in the galaxy, according to rumor - which meant that more than likely, it could enable whoever utilized it to gain control over enemy defense systems and turn them on their own men. Mai would likely find it useful as a part of her code too, so the matter was as much helping a friend as it was assisting the Empire. She ran her fingers over her lips, intentionally colored a reddish black, like a black cherry. With the leather attire she now wore, she was going for the "generic sexy redhead" sort of look, the kind that wouldn't stand out in a bad way.

Then she felt it. Someone else was here, looking for the code. A Jedi, no doubt - no, wait... Even better. A Jedi she had met before... One from Coruscant. The one who'd tried to stop her from taking Natol'ine, along with that blonde friend of hers... And she was tailing someone - almost a dead giveaway that they were in a way connected to the code itself. Soon, she would be trailing Diana... Silent, like a stalker.

But she would feel it. Uneasiness of the Dark Side nearby, though fromwho was still indecipherable. Just the way she liked it.

@[member="Diana Moridena"] @[member="Noah Corek"]
 

Noah Corek

Factory Judge
Factory Judge
@[member="Diana Moridena"] @[member="Circe Savan"]
Noah looked out across The Wheel,wearing a set of pitch black Hekler'Kok RA-1 Ranger Armor,with his two Corek Custom Revolvers in the two holsters on his side,his two cortosis weave vibro-blades and OPR-2 with its bayonet attached. He was for a reason,he had heard of a code that could hack any system,anywhere in the galaxy. His mission was to retrieve the code,but if this could not be done safely and without someone interfering,he was to ensure its destruction. As he walked and bumped shoulders with a black haired woman hard enough to knock her down. "Are you alright miss?" Noah asked as he bent down and looked at her through the red lenses of his helmet.
 
Stronger Together
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The Wheel, a place many of his "friends" and accuantances had warned him to stay away from. But the Wheel Security Force had contacted him...That is to say they sent out a line for any mercs that felt they could handle the hustle and bustle of the space city. The pay offered was good, and the contract was flexible, the deal had been just too good to be true.

He saw why when he landed.

The city itself was loud, louder than anywhere he had ever been. The sound of bells and bings of the countless casinos echoed throughout and Jaden had a hard time filtering the sound, even through his helmet. With a heavy sigh, he sat upon the rooftop of one of these casinos, glaring down at the rich, drunk gamblers whom had decided this would be a good place to spend their days off. Or maybe they worked here, or were working. Just in the last hour his HUD had tagged and marked several crime lords that were wanted in different circles throughout the Galaxy...But he was on a better paying job at the moment. "Better not muck it up..."
 

Cedric Dorn

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Diana was run into by a large man wearing some sort of armor. Being rather small and of slim form Diana was immediately knocked onto her butt. She frowned slightly as she splayed herself out for a few moments, pushing herself upwards by way of her arms.

The man immediately apologized and spoke to her, asking if she was okay. She frowned slightly in anticipation of answering the question, and knew she already had an answer. A few moments before she had sensed a darkness, a presence of a Sith meandering closer to her. She had obviously not been able to tell who or even what it was, but it had been growing closer and closer to her. Someone had been following her, likely a Sith, that much had been obvious.

So her answer came out as simple truth.

“N-no.” Her voice was almost pleading. “I think someone's following me.”

She spoke the truth, though her voice made her sound like a terrified little girl. The man before her was obviously a soldier of some sort, and if he could spot whoever was following Diana...well that would be excellent news.
 
Rebellious Vanguard
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There had been...rumblings. Talk of some type of code that could hack most systems in the known galaxy. Something of that nature was dangerous if left alone. But of course, she had no intention of doing that. Ventasia wanted the code, not for some evil plot. And not to hold up the entire galactic trade. In truth, she didn't know why she wanted it. She just did. All she had to go on was a possible lead who might send her in the right direction. That same lead had left an establishment, heading off. Ventasia kept her distance, a dark-haired girl with a ponytail in between them. Though there was also an armor-clad being between them. Well, hiding in plain sight might work here...for that one, at least.

As for herself, Ventasia wasn't one for hiding, and didn't. Her flowing red hair was ever present, though she had it pulled back, and in one crimson braid beginning at the nape of her neck. A black, sleeveless body suit and short, white vest over top was her attire. Nothing flashy, but nothing dull. She wouldn't stand out, yet it was possible to notice her if one looked hard enough. Hopefully they didn't.

Her eyebrow cocked up as she noticed the the walking suit of armor knock over the girl. She didn't know what was going on there, and she didn't really care. She was here for one thing; the code. Ventasia sauntered past the two, heeled boots making an audible click against the ground, not giving them a second look. Forward she pressed on, though not wanting to get to close to the only possible lead that existed.... Well, as far as she knew.

@[member="Noah Corek"] @[member="Diana Moridena"]
 

Noah Corek

Factory Judge
Factory Judge
@[member="Diana Moridena"] @[member="Ventasia Terana"] @[member="Circe Savan"]
Noah sized the girl up when she said she was being followed,she didn't look to have anything special about is what he thought,until he saw two silver clyindrical objects hidden at the small of her back. 'Karking Jedi.' Noah thought to himself and then looked and the girl and sighed. "I'll help,just trust-" Noah said before he saw a woman he recognize pass them. "Now we have back up." Noah told her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder and walked up next to Ventasia. "Mind helping a fellow Omegan out there Terana?" Noah asked as he made sure they stayed in step.
 

Popo

I'm Sexy and I Know It
Character
A man in a very fine suit burst into the penthouse of the Wheel. He quickly sidestepped various pieces of furniture, some of which that was too large for a human to use. The man skirted a huge, plush, velvet cushion dominating a portion of the room and slipped through a wide set of double doors.

He fast walked down the hallway until he found a very large door set into the wall. It looked more or less utilitarian, just much, much larger than a human would need. Calming himself down, the man straightened his suit and carefully knocked on the door. The sound echoed slightly, but no answer came. Nervously, he rapped on the door a little louder than before, but still no answer came. Cursing his luck under his breath, the human tried the knob and, finding it unlocked, slowly opened the door with a silent, fervent prayer. Once inside, the lighted, crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling cast the room in bright light.

The man crept inside and stopped before a massive desk. Behind the big furniture piece sat a behemoth of a figure: A Hutt. Popo sat on his plush, fluffy, satin cushion set behind his desk. The left side of the cushion was taken up by a huge plush and padded rest where Popo the Shell Hutt sat, leaning heavily against the cushions. His eyes were mostly shut and his mouth was open and drooling. Great, rumbling snores emanated from his body, the loudest of which shook the huge, empty goblet sitting on the desk. Popo, the owner and sole proprietor of the Wheel space station, had fallen asleep doing basic paperwork.

The human in the suit didn't quite know what to do here. Important things were going on that required the Hutt Lord's attention, but the man was afraid to wake the sleeping giant. He'd heard stories about the last person to do so and, if they were true, the man had no wish to see what Popo's gastrointestinal system looked like. Summoning up what little courage the human had, he started to speak as loud as he dared.

"My lord," he said, trying to raise his voice above the snoring. "My lord, we have a problem!"

Popo stirred slightly, grinding his cheek into the cushy head rest. He began drooling a bit more, but the snoring died a little as he began breathing more through his mouth.

"Sire," the man tried again. "You must wake up! Something is going on in the city!"

Popo didn't move this time, but continued snoring. For a moment, it looked as if the eyes would open into wakefulness, but it was not so. He had simply twitched. The underling knew he had one more thing he could try before he was forced to try and prod the Hutt awake.

"My Lord," he began again, dearly hoping it would work. He knew that prodding the Hutt awake would be his demise and hoped it would not happen. "If this spirals out of control, it could cost a great deal of money!"

The human tensed for the worst as he finished speaking. For a moment, Popo snored on in bliss, but in the depths of his mind, the phrases 'out of control' and 'great deal of money' bounced around in his brain. Suddenly, Popo snorted into complete wakefulness. His massive head darted around, alert and looking for the cause of the money loss while his hands wiped the drool from his face and front.

"What?!" Popo growled as he finished wiping the drool off. "What's going on? Who's doing what now? How much money are we losing?"

Popo looked down and spotted Soric, his chief underling, standing before him in a half cringe at the Hutt's rage.

"Soric!" the Hutt boomed. "Speak up, human! What's going on? Are those Mandalorians back on the east wing again? Don't tell me they blew up another casino! That would be the third this quarter! I swear, they're the sorest losers in the galaxy!"

"N-no, my lord," Soric said nervously. The human had to agree with his lord. Mandalorians were very sore losers. All one had to do was look at the ongoing assault of Dromund Kaas. They disliked their Mand'alor's treaty and invaded anyway. To Soric, that was very impolite and bad business. "We've picked up numerous individuals with the city holocams. It's... It's almost like a bad spy holoflick, sire. Each tailing the other and nothing going anywhere. We don't quite know which faction each side represents, but it is obvious that if they were to initiate any kind of conflict, we may just have to hire the Mandalorians to come in and remove them."

Popo stared at Soric a moment, his face unreadable. When he finally spoke, his voice was even, deep, and terrifying.

"Unacceptable," Popo said bluntly. "Have Wheel security keep tabs on them. The very second anyone starts trouble, apprehend the lot of them and toss them off the Wheel, ship or no ship."

"Yes, my lord Popo," Soric said as he began to bow his way out.

"One other thing, Soric," Popo stated before Soric could leave.

"Yes, my lord?"

"I don't want another fiasco like last year," Popo said, remembering when a few neutral Force users had wrecked a section of the Wheel, including trashing two casinos, one bar, four brothels, and turned a perfectly good Wheel security station into a privy. "If there are any Force users and they resist, kill them. I'd rather pay to hide the bodies and bribe officials from other factions to turn a blind eye than have to pay for half the Wheel to be repaired. Again."

Soric bowed and nodded.

"Yes, sir," was all he said before scurrying out of the room.

Popo sat and started going through the paperwork yet again. If everything panned out, the interlopers on his space station would be dealt with, or dead, and he could take another nap. For now, he had to get through doctoring up the books. The Sith would be sending a tax collector out relatively soon and he needed to disguise most of his dealings from the past quarter. That, and get a couple hundred credits ready for a bribe or two. The work of a Hutt Crimelord was never done.

@[member="Noah Corek"] @[member="Ventasia Terana"] @[member="Diana Moridena"] @[member="Jaden Taacyn"] @[member="Circe Savan"]
 

Cedric Dorn

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“Right.” Diana said as the man slipped his arm around her shoulder. Out of the corner of her eye however she saw her target moved more across the room and farther away from her. She gritted her teeth and watched him go, knowing that she would have to move faster and catch up with him. The two of them approached a red haired woman who seemed to be going the same way as her target, apparently a member of Omega Protectorate, as was the man.

She quirked an eyebrow slightly, the man was apparently not too adept at keeping a secret and when he called her Jedi she nearly smacked him in the face.

Just because she carried lightsabers didn't make her a Jedi, especially in Sith Space. She frowned slightly, and then before he could take any other action slipped out from under his arm, her small frame aiding her in the task. She back up several steps from both of the figure and raised her hands in innocents. “I'de rather not run around with enemies of the Sith Empire here if you don't mind.”

The Omega Protectorate wasn't exactly enemies with the Sith, but they definitely weren't friends and especially now Diana didn't want to be seen with them.

With a quick turn of her heel Diana walked off towards her target, following the man through use of the crowds. She knew that the two Omega personnel would likely follow, but that didn't matter to her. She was unaware of the close eyes that fell on her as she passed through the security checkpoint on the station. Diana was of course none the wiser of @[member="Popo"] and his orders.
 
Rebellious Vanguard
Writer
A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she heard the voice approaching from behind. Without a doubt, she knew who it was. Though she had to wonder just how dumb he was to be running around in full gear like that. She finally spoke out, her eyes watching at target as he moved through the crowds, her voice just loud enough for him to hear. "Corek, you idiot." Before she could utter another word, the girl Corek had helped backed up from the both of them. She was smart to protest the way she did, though she only beat Ventasia to it by a few seconds.
"Get this, Corek. I'm not exactly known galaxy wide. I can walk freely in a crowded place like this and not be noticed unless I want to be noticed. Your attracting attention. Go blow someone else cover, and leave me out of whatever your planning." With that she stepped off, following in the path the target and the girl had taken. With a hurried pace, she moved through the crowd. There was the need to both catch up to the target, and put distance between herself and Corek with his armor. Some people just didn't understand 'low profile'.

@[member="Noah Corek"] @[member="Diana Moridena"]
 
It's Real to Pretend
Writer
Where @[member="Diana Moridena"] was, Circe was only a bit behind. She herself went through the security checkpoint, briefly exposing her identity to the guards and the purpose of her visit. Considering that the Wheel was in Sith territory, and Circe was a Sith Lord, she did have a minor advantage so far as things went. Of course, she herself wasn't familiar with the Wheel, even with its maps.

@[member="Popo"]'s attempt to eliminate her really wouldn't go that well...

@Noah Corek @Ventasia Terana @Diana Moridena @Jaden Taacyn
 

Popo

I'm Sexy and I Know It
Character
An alert chime sounded from Popo's datapad as it sat on his desk. The Hutt picked the thing up to see what had caused the noise. Frowning, Popo read through the cause of the alert and mulled on what to do. As soon as @[member="Circe Savan"] had shown her identity to the checkpoint, the system had set out an alert to the Wheel's database and, therefore, to Popo. The Shell Hutt didn't care if Sith were on board the Wheel, so long as they were spending money and/or leaving him the kark alone. Why this Sith was here, he didn't quite care, but he didn't like it.

Popo stopped himself from notifying the Sith government. Had he wanted to, he could have gone as high as the Emperor himself to bring the issue up. However, that would lead to more scrutiny on his business and revenue books. Scrutiny that he didn't want to afford. Instead, he commed the head of Wheel Security.

"Yes, sir?" came a voice over the 'link.

"There is a Sith Master on board the space station," Popo said, his tone like steel. "A Circe Savan. Find her, confront her, and inform her that she is cordially invited to the Penthouse suite as I wish to speak to her directly and in private. Should she refuse, keep tabs on her and notify me. In such an event, I'll come down myself to deal with the situation."

"Aye, sir. It will be done," was the only reply.

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Down amongst the city of the Wheel, the grizzled security head made his way to the checkpoint Circe had passed through. The man knew the whole station like the back of his hand and had trained his men and women to learn the layouts perfectly as well. Stopping only briefly to check in with the men at the screening point, he then made his way after the Sith.

All of the Wheel's security teams wore heavy, riot armor made of ship grade durasteel. Some of the newbies often joked that they were impervious to damage. While this was generally true in some aspects, the security head knew the armor had it's limits. It was armor plates of durasteel, true, but lightsabers would still penetrate, albeit after a few hits or through prolonged exposure. Small arms wouldn't hurt the wearer unless they hit a weak point or joint, but heavy repeaters would do a number on the armor. Generally speaking, unless you were packing heavy weapons or beating on the armor with a lightsaber, it would hurt, but it wouldn't necessarily kill. With this in mind, however, the grizzled veteran would prefer not to get stuck in a firefight today.

As he and his squad of ten troopers came around the corner, he spotted the woman in question.

"You there!" he called through the crowd. "Sith! Hold fast!"
 
It's Real to Pretend
Writer
And like that, Circe was gone. Her appearance shifted to that of one of the numerous other persons on board the station as she mingled her way through the crowd, the illusions making things far more useful so far as things were concerned. She would literally blend right in with the crowd - her intent to find the code was far more important than dealing with the grizzled security of the enormous space station. The security chief would, however, receive an encrypted message on his datapad from a "Lady P." When decoded, it would read:

Sir or Madam,

My apologies, but at the moment, I'm busy searching for something. I am under the jurisdiction of Sith Lady Circe Savan as part of Sith business, so please, do not interfere, lest the station have to come under Sith control. I would appreciate meeting you in the cantina after this is over, however.

Much love,
Pandeima

It seemed the enigma was out and about again... And @[member="Popo"]'s men didn't know that Circe and Pandeima were one and the same. She hadn't used that alias in years, not since her time in the Empire as an enigmatic figure.
 

Popo

I'm Sexy and I Know It
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Just like that, the woman was gone. The sergeant wasted no time and brought up his commlink, ignoring the text based message for now.

"Surveillance control, spot that woman and close all entry points in and out of this section," he said firmly. The woman had disappeared into the crowd, but she forgot something. She was on a space station. That meant there were blast doors for every section that could be easily closed at will or in the event of emergency. It was an intergalactic safety requirement and it was a design he fully intended to take advantage of.

"Flood the locked passages with security. I want two squads per door. All security in this section are to search for the target. She is to be apprehended on sight," the sergeant paused a moment before continuing. Popo's orders to Soric had worked their way down the line and he knew they still stood. "If she resists arrest, lethal force is authorized."

With that, the blast doors to that section of the city sealed shut. Multiple feet of armor grade, ship class durasteel plating slammed closed effectively locking everyone inside that part of the city. Short of a turbo laser bombardment, or burning out multiple lightsaber power packs, no one would get in or out. Even if they did, the emplaced weapons and twenty security personnel per door would stop them cold. Even the most powerful of Force users, Sith, Jedi, or anything in between, would risk getting themselves killed trying to escape.

The sergeant and the dozens of Wheel security began a thorough search of the section for the woman.

Meanwhile, Popo sat at his desk in the penthouse and sipped his wine, debating still on whether he should call the Sith emperor...

@[member="Circe Savan"]
 

Cedric Dorn

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Diana had made it through the last of the security checkpoints just before the blast doors sealed shut. She had opened her eyes wide in shock as soon as the door's closed, afraid that she had been found out and was going to be arrested. When none of the guards had come after her however her heart slowly dropped into a normal rhythm. Slowly she walked over to one of the guards, putting on her most innocent face, gaining Disney eyes.

“Excuse me mister? Whats going on?” The Guard turned around with a gruff look on his face, though his expression immediately softened as he saw Diana's innocent face.

“No worries miss. Some Sith or something on the loose.”

Diana looked at the man and gave a shy nod, as if she understood but she didn't like what she heard. She thanked the man and then whirled around, quickly hurrying off into the apartments section of the Wheel. She frowned slightly as thoughts ran past her head. There was Sith here, and Omega Protectorate personnel, that meant there was more than just her searching for the code.

She quickly found her mark once again and began to follow him. He was likely heading home, exactly where she needed him to go.
 
It's Real to Pretend
Writer
A superb move. Attempting to arrest a Sith Lady. A Sith Lady with access to a datapad that could link her with the holonet. Fortuitously, the door sealing behind her was one that had led to the hangar, one in which her Aleph was located. "Gorgon en route, Lady Savan."

Soon came the Gorgon itself. A gorgeous piece of machinery, a Tulak Hord-class Star Destroyer, top of the line. One that her craft swiftly flew to, the Wheel not having shut its hangar doors as the starship landed in the hangar of the Battlecruiser, the ship recharging its hyperdrive. As the Sith Lady stepped aboard, she sighed, knowing that whoever the owner of the station was, they evidently had something to hide. Otherwise, they never would've attempted so hard to incarcerate someone of such power and prestige in the Empire.

"Get our security team through the Sith business records. I want to know just exactly who owns this station. I want every last fragment of date relating to them, the Wheel, and any business conducted by them on my datapad in twelve hours."

"Yes ma'am."

(Leaving thread)
 
Stronger Together
Character
A beep alerted Jaden to a change in orders, the small holodisplay on his forearm plate displaying text in Huttese. Apparently...There were Force users on the run, somewhere in the city, that bag of scum Popo wanted tabs kept on all of them, apparently one Circe Savan. With a heavy, disappointed sigh, he stood from his perch above the city and looked around, his rangefinder active and his HUD targeting and locking on to any Zeltron within a half mile radius. Sucking his teeth he changed positions as none of the face recognition were Circe, though many of them had turned something up.

Using his jetpack to fly overhead, he continued to scan, until something caught his eye. A woman...was following someone. This wasn't at all a rare occurrence on the Wheel, but the way she walked, she walked with power, a sense of purpose.

It was a warrior's walk.

He had seen it in many before, mostly powerful Force Users and experienced bringers of death such as soldiers and mercs. On a hunch he allowed his HUD to lock on to her face, search any and all databases at his disposal. Nothing, zilch. Troubling. Could be some new upstart pick-pocket, but no mere pick-pocket walked they way she did. "Well...this should be interesting..." he muttered to himself, landing on a building behind her. He wouldn't say anything, not until it was the right moment.
@[member="Diana Moridena"] @[member="Popo"]
 

Romeo Sin

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Having been able to board a cargo ship, declaring himself With, and woe is he to have to say such things, he easily was granted a passage to The Wheel to meet the great hutt Popo. He had finally the mighty space station, and given directions to where he would find the slug at. With quick research on the beastly beings, he had learned they loved making deals which hindered in death with failure. Your death. Sin felt this was a good match up for a partner ship. He would offer his service, in return for small favors. Who better to apptain info from then the infamous hutt cartels?

Already he knew he would be busy and Sin was not at all a patient man, but patience was a respect for the hutts he figured. He made his way down corridors where he was aloud through doors, being in the role of sith he had almost free roam here. He eventually after hours of walking made it to a throne room of some sorts. Sure enough to Hutt sat like royalty on a giant platform. With his best manners in placed he approached the hutt with a bow. "Popo I presume? I come with an offer. One requiring your favors for my services. I am Sin." He stopped and awaited the hutt's responce. @[member="Popo"]
 

Cedric Dorn

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Diana moved through the apartments section of the Wheel like a rocket. She followed her target with expert precision. She scooped in and out of crowds, used reflections to track him, and once or twice even got only a food behind him. Diana moved like a fish through water, and it showed that she had done this before. Tracing the mark had been a simple thing, and as he walked into an apartment building Diana was almost overcome with glee.

Quickly she slipped inside after him, moving through the doors before they slammed shut automatically and locked in place. She frowned slightly, not being able to see her target anymore. Slowly she stepped up the the stairs and bent down.

With a naked finger she touched the first stair, and immediately bright flashes of memory pulsed through her mind.

There was hundreds upon hundreds of images of people walking up the steps. In almost an instant Diana sifted through them and found what she was looking for, her mark. She smirked and then followed the trail of memories to his apartment, finding the door sealed shut. Once again putting on her innocent smile, she knocked.
 
Rebellious Vanguard
Writer
To say The Wheel was packed would be a massive understatement.

Ventasia stood away in the mass of moving bodies. Finding someone in here wasn't just a daunting task, it was something that would be near impossible for anyone less than a full on hunter. Being on the ground wasn't going to get her any closer to the target, or the code for that matter. She needed a higher position, somewhere that she could look out over at least a decent part of the area. Though such thoughts revealed something. If she had found Corek here, it was obvious that there were more than likely others as well. Everyone searching for a code that may never have even existed. Why join in on that frey? It was easier to let someone else do the work, and see what it was worth then. She would just have to keep her eyes open for anything suspicious. Not to mention be weary of those around her. There was a pretty good possibility that she was being watched...

Until then, may as well have fun. With that, she moved to find a decent place to get a drink.
 
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