Log: Jubilee, Emma, Jake & Kurt
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xp_logsEmma and Kurt mingle while Jake and Jubilee take a closer look at the hotel rooms to see if they can turn up any information on the would be assassins.
It was a black tie affair, a chance for conference delegates to mingle outside of the seminars and talk about either the events of the day, or simply how much they were enjoying their time in the city. Of course, for some there, their business as usual approach was a little more left field than the standard diplomatic manoeuvering.
Emma should have been bored, but not only was she enjoying her present company but the twin stimulation of rifling gently through minds and conversing with some people with fascinating takes on mutant politics and science was leaving her pleasantly amused.
"It's very rude of me, Professor Dershowitz," she said, as the man paused briefly in his summation of the more radical elements of the Jewish church and their studies into the sudden appearance of what they were calling God's children and the effect this was having on the Israeli elections. "I have failed to introduce my companion. Please let me introduce Kurt Sefton. Kurt, Professor Dershowitz is a world-renowned expert on the intersection between Jewish religious studies and Israeli politics. Isn't that right, Moshe?" Emma's smile was glittering and the touch of her hand on the burly man's lapel was light but lingering.
"You flatter me," rumbled the Professor, blushing wildly. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Kurt."
Kurt, for this occasion, had gone without the image inducer - it wasn't as if his looks would be entirely out of place here. The smart black suit might have looked a little incongruous with the blue fur and lack of shoes, though. He smiled at the man. "Likewise, Professor Dershowitz. You have an interesting field of study."
Kurt, Emma decided, had a knack for espionage that he was barely aware of. As Moshe started enthusiastically expounding his academic theories to an apparently enthralled Kurt, Emma took the opportunity to delve into his wide open mind and retrieve his room number and door code.
#Jubilee, Jacob.# Her broadcast was razor-thin, impossible for another telepath to intercept, touching only the two minds she could sense in the hotel quarters of the conference complex. #Whichever of you is closest to room 625, the door code is *7023.# Even as she sent out the thought, she touched the Professor's arm lightly again. "I'm sorry, Moshe. I've just seen John Deram. You know how we electronics geniuses are; do you mind if I leave you with Kurt for a moment while I discuss business?" Her apology was deftly directed into Kurt's mind as Moshe blushed again and nodded his acceptance.
629...627...625. "Dibs," Jake said lightly. He tapped the code into the keypad, then let himself into the room, resisting the urge to look around to see if anyone was paying attention. The room was a disaster, not as if it had already been searched, but more as if its occupant was too brilliant to remember to throw his laundry in the corner, or even remember its existence once it had fallen from his hands. "You wouldn't believe the underwear some people bring to these things." He searched the room quickly, rifling through a sheaf of papers that turned out to be Dershowitz's notes for the incredibly long and boring speech he was set to give the next morning. The notes were typewritten, with corrections scribbled in pen. Jake blinked, then glanced around the room. No laptop or power cords anywhere. "He's not our guy," Jake said with a sigh. "Next."
***
A little later...
Jubilee glanced around the room she'd entered, taking note of the almost spotless state, an indication that either the person staying in this room had other places to be at most times, or they were incredibly OCD.
"Might have something here." Jubilee said quietly, moving toward the back of the room and the inbuilt closet. There would be a safe tucked away inside if this room was anything like the other rooms she'd been through. "Emma, can you get a combination for the safe at all?"
It wasn't that Jubilee couldn't crack a safe; she'd spent a rather interesting time in Vegas being taught by Remy and Nate to do just that. She wondered briefly if that job, so long ago had been one of the reasons Remy had decided to take a chance on her.
She shook her head for a moment, banishing any thoughts but the current job at hand. Time later for thoughts about that sort of thing, she was looking for assassins now. This meant being as quick as she could possibly get away with, which led her back to using Emma to get the safe combination, rather then cracking it.
Emma frowned lightly at Jubilee's question. She hadn't enjoyed her time in Blake Hendrickson's mind; for a man who specialised in proposed legislated reporting requirements for telepaths with jobs in the financial sector, he had a somewhat hysterical and personally distasteful view of telepaths. If it hadn't been for the fact that it would have drawn too much attention, Emma had considered implanting telepathic commands to prove just how nasty telepaths could be. Something along the lines of making chicken noises every time he heard the words "financial crisis" had appealed slightly too much.
However, if it was for the good of the cause . . . Emma actually found that she was holding her breath lightly as she delved into the surface of Hendrickson's thoughts. It took an effort not to notice what he was thinking about mutants at that moment, but she concentrated and was able to retrieve the safe's combination without sullying her mind too much on his detritus. She sent the combination to Jubilee, adding #He'd better be keeping more than Miss Mutant Monthly in there or I shall be billing Remy for the price of laundering my mind.#
'He'd be paying you with your own money though.' Jubilee thought, knowing Emma would be able to pick it out of her head easily enough.
She opened the safe with the combination that Emma had given her, and with a wide grin, retrieved the laptop from within. 'Jackpot, looks like the guy's a paranoid. Let me see what I can find.'
Jubilee set the laptop down on the hotel bed, and opened it up before pulling a small device from her back pocket and plugging it in. Doug's little gadgets had helped her more then once in the missions she'd been on, and she just hoped it would help her again now. She watched as the computer booted up, the device she'd plugged in beeping softly as green lights slowly turned on. It was only minutes before she was rewarded, not with a password screen, but with full access to the computer. She started sifting through the folders she could see, looking for anything out of the ordinary, documents first, then through other folders, including any hidden ones.
She finally found what she was looking for, a spreadsheet laying out times of seminars and the movements of Bastion's security detail during the conference. It included maps of the entire building, as well as what she thought must be air conditioning ducts, and various notes on access.
'Got something, downloading it now' she thought, only to hear a key in the door. 'Shit, busted. Can you make whoever's at the door not see me?'
She pulled the device out of the laptop, and slammed it shut. She'd gotten the files she needed, but it was going to be close as to whether she could talk her way through this one. She placed the laptop back in the safe and shut it, feeling grateful that the bedroom of the suite was not readily visible from the entrance way.
Emma frowned at Jubilee's comment in her mind and cast her thoughts into the room. There was a presence - human, male, she could sense that much - but his mind slipped through her mental fingers like water. She felt her power drift through static for a few moments, unable to grasp anything solid.
#He's either got a blocking device or a psi-power to block me out,# she reported tersely to Jubilee. #I can't stop him seeing you and I can't read his thoughts. Do you want me to send someone?#
'Jake's probably closest, tell him to get his butt over here toot sweet.'
Jubilee let the thought rest in her mind, meanwhile, she'd have to deal with whoever it was at the door, she had a feeling that if it wasn't the maid service. She couldn't be caught in this room, she knew that much. It was cramped, and cluttered, and the results of a fight in such awkward confines would be suicidal when you factored in the skills of the men they were facing.
It took seconds for her to make her way into the main area of the suite, whoever it was that had just entered had his back turned to her, pulling a cleaning trolley into the suite. Maybe it was the maid service, after all. No way for her to simply slip out of the rooms though, which meant she had very few choices now. She did the numbers, and finally settled herself to wait for him, her body held in loose alertness as she consciously relaxed each muscle.
"Should you be here?" the stranger said mildly, no evidence of startlement as he finally turned from his cart . Syrian, Jubilee noted as she processed the accent, not unexpected for a member of cleaning staff. She supposed that a random mutant might have an ability that blocked Emma's scans, but it was too much of a coincidence.
"I was just leaving." Jubilee noted, walking toward him slowly. "Slept in, I guess. Dr Hendrickson's not much of a sleeper you know, and well, I could hardly sleep when he wasn't, yeah? So if you could just move the little cart, I'll totally get out of your way"
It was a risky strategy, especially getting this close to a potential highly trained assassin, but if she could brazen it out, she might be able to get out of here with all her bits intact.
***
Jubilee weaved her way toward the stairs, feeling a little punch drunk after the brief but brutal fight. She'd ended up getting out of the room, and had had enough of a head start that the man hadn't felt it wise to pursue her out into the more public area of the hallways.
"Jake, my saviour, have you come to take me away from all of this?" she asked as she noticed her companion appearing at the end of the hall.
"This is where you tell me I should see the other guy, right?" Jake asked grimly, glancing down the hall over Jubilee's shoulder to make sure she wasn't being followed. He held the door to the stairs for her, and then pulled out a handkerchief as the door closed behind them. "Here," he said, handing it to her, concern wrinkling his forehead as he assessed her quickly. "You've got a little--" he indicated one corner of her mouth.
He cracked the door and risked a quick look out into the hall as Jubilee wiped her mouth, then eased the door shut. "I think you slipped him, but we'd better move," Jake said, sliding an arm around her waist to steady her. "Keep the handkerchief. If anyone looks at you funny, we can tell them you're my drunken trophy wife."
It was a black tie affair, a chance for conference delegates to mingle outside of the seminars and talk about either the events of the day, or simply how much they were enjoying their time in the city. Of course, for some there, their business as usual approach was a little more left field than the standard diplomatic manoeuvering.
Emma should have been bored, but not only was she enjoying her present company but the twin stimulation of rifling gently through minds and conversing with some people with fascinating takes on mutant politics and science was leaving her pleasantly amused.
"It's very rude of me, Professor Dershowitz," she said, as the man paused briefly in his summation of the more radical elements of the Jewish church and their studies into the sudden appearance of what they were calling God's children and the effect this was having on the Israeli elections. "I have failed to introduce my companion. Please let me introduce Kurt Sefton. Kurt, Professor Dershowitz is a world-renowned expert on the intersection between Jewish religious studies and Israeli politics. Isn't that right, Moshe?" Emma's smile was glittering and the touch of her hand on the burly man's lapel was light but lingering.
"You flatter me," rumbled the Professor, blushing wildly. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Kurt."
Kurt, for this occasion, had gone without the image inducer - it wasn't as if his looks would be entirely out of place here. The smart black suit might have looked a little incongruous with the blue fur and lack of shoes, though. He smiled at the man. "Likewise, Professor Dershowitz. You have an interesting field of study."
Kurt, Emma decided, had a knack for espionage that he was barely aware of. As Moshe started enthusiastically expounding his academic theories to an apparently enthralled Kurt, Emma took the opportunity to delve into his wide open mind and retrieve his room number and door code.
#Jubilee, Jacob.# Her broadcast was razor-thin, impossible for another telepath to intercept, touching only the two minds she could sense in the hotel quarters of the conference complex. #Whichever of you is closest to room 625, the door code is *7023.# Even as she sent out the thought, she touched the Professor's arm lightly again. "I'm sorry, Moshe. I've just seen John Deram. You know how we electronics geniuses are; do you mind if I leave you with Kurt for a moment while I discuss business?" Her apology was deftly directed into Kurt's mind as Moshe blushed again and nodded his acceptance.
629...627...625. "Dibs," Jake said lightly. He tapped the code into the keypad, then let himself into the room, resisting the urge to look around to see if anyone was paying attention. The room was a disaster, not as if it had already been searched, but more as if its occupant was too brilliant to remember to throw his laundry in the corner, or even remember its existence once it had fallen from his hands. "You wouldn't believe the underwear some people bring to these things." He searched the room quickly, rifling through a sheaf of papers that turned out to be Dershowitz's notes for the incredibly long and boring speech he was set to give the next morning. The notes were typewritten, with corrections scribbled in pen. Jake blinked, then glanced around the room. No laptop or power cords anywhere. "He's not our guy," Jake said with a sigh. "Next."
***
A little later...
Jubilee glanced around the room she'd entered, taking note of the almost spotless state, an indication that either the person staying in this room had other places to be at most times, or they were incredibly OCD.
"Might have something here." Jubilee said quietly, moving toward the back of the room and the inbuilt closet. There would be a safe tucked away inside if this room was anything like the other rooms she'd been through. "Emma, can you get a combination for the safe at all?"
It wasn't that Jubilee couldn't crack a safe; she'd spent a rather interesting time in Vegas being taught by Remy and Nate to do just that. She wondered briefly if that job, so long ago had been one of the reasons Remy had decided to take a chance on her.
She shook her head for a moment, banishing any thoughts but the current job at hand. Time later for thoughts about that sort of thing, she was looking for assassins now. This meant being as quick as she could possibly get away with, which led her back to using Emma to get the safe combination, rather then cracking it.
Emma frowned lightly at Jubilee's question. She hadn't enjoyed her time in Blake Hendrickson's mind; for a man who specialised in proposed legislated reporting requirements for telepaths with jobs in the financial sector, he had a somewhat hysterical and personally distasteful view of telepaths. If it hadn't been for the fact that it would have drawn too much attention, Emma had considered implanting telepathic commands to prove just how nasty telepaths could be. Something along the lines of making chicken noises every time he heard the words "financial crisis" had appealed slightly too much.
However, if it was for the good of the cause . . . Emma actually found that she was holding her breath lightly as she delved into the surface of Hendrickson's thoughts. It took an effort not to notice what he was thinking about mutants at that moment, but she concentrated and was able to retrieve the safe's combination without sullying her mind too much on his detritus. She sent the combination to Jubilee, adding #He'd better be keeping more than Miss Mutant Monthly in there or I shall be billing Remy for the price of laundering my mind.#
'He'd be paying you with your own money though.' Jubilee thought, knowing Emma would be able to pick it out of her head easily enough.
She opened the safe with the combination that Emma had given her, and with a wide grin, retrieved the laptop from within. 'Jackpot, looks like the guy's a paranoid. Let me see what I can find.'
Jubilee set the laptop down on the hotel bed, and opened it up before pulling a small device from her back pocket and plugging it in. Doug's little gadgets had helped her more then once in the missions she'd been on, and she just hoped it would help her again now. She watched as the computer booted up, the device she'd plugged in beeping softly as green lights slowly turned on. It was only minutes before she was rewarded, not with a password screen, but with full access to the computer. She started sifting through the folders she could see, looking for anything out of the ordinary, documents first, then through other folders, including any hidden ones.
She finally found what she was looking for, a spreadsheet laying out times of seminars and the movements of Bastion's security detail during the conference. It included maps of the entire building, as well as what she thought must be air conditioning ducts, and various notes on access.
'Got something, downloading it now' she thought, only to hear a key in the door. 'Shit, busted. Can you make whoever's at the door not see me?'
She pulled the device out of the laptop, and slammed it shut. She'd gotten the files she needed, but it was going to be close as to whether she could talk her way through this one. She placed the laptop back in the safe and shut it, feeling grateful that the bedroom of the suite was not readily visible from the entrance way.
Emma frowned at Jubilee's comment in her mind and cast her thoughts into the room. There was a presence - human, male, she could sense that much - but his mind slipped through her mental fingers like water. She felt her power drift through static for a few moments, unable to grasp anything solid.
#He's either got a blocking device or a psi-power to block me out,# she reported tersely to Jubilee. #I can't stop him seeing you and I can't read his thoughts. Do you want me to send someone?#
'Jake's probably closest, tell him to get his butt over here toot sweet.'
Jubilee let the thought rest in her mind, meanwhile, she'd have to deal with whoever it was at the door, she had a feeling that if it wasn't the maid service. She couldn't be caught in this room, she knew that much. It was cramped, and cluttered, and the results of a fight in such awkward confines would be suicidal when you factored in the skills of the men they were facing.
It took seconds for her to make her way into the main area of the suite, whoever it was that had just entered had his back turned to her, pulling a cleaning trolley into the suite. Maybe it was the maid service, after all. No way for her to simply slip out of the rooms though, which meant she had very few choices now. She did the numbers, and finally settled herself to wait for him, her body held in loose alertness as she consciously relaxed each muscle.
"Should you be here?" the stranger said mildly, no evidence of startlement as he finally turned from his cart . Syrian, Jubilee noted as she processed the accent, not unexpected for a member of cleaning staff. She supposed that a random mutant might have an ability that blocked Emma's scans, but it was too much of a coincidence.
"I was just leaving." Jubilee noted, walking toward him slowly. "Slept in, I guess. Dr Hendrickson's not much of a sleeper you know, and well, I could hardly sleep when he wasn't, yeah? So if you could just move the little cart, I'll totally get out of your way"
It was a risky strategy, especially getting this close to a potential highly trained assassin, but if she could brazen it out, she might be able to get out of here with all her bits intact.
***
Jubilee weaved her way toward the stairs, feeling a little punch drunk after the brief but brutal fight. She'd ended up getting out of the room, and had had enough of a head start that the man hadn't felt it wise to pursue her out into the more public area of the hallways.
"Jake, my saviour, have you come to take me away from all of this?" she asked as she noticed her companion appearing at the end of the hall.
"This is where you tell me I should see the other guy, right?" Jake asked grimly, glancing down the hall over Jubilee's shoulder to make sure she wasn't being followed. He held the door to the stairs for her, and then pulled out a handkerchief as the door closed behind them. "Here," he said, handing it to her, concern wrinkling his forehead as he assessed her quickly. "You've got a little--" he indicated one corner of her mouth.
He cracked the door and risked a quick look out into the hall as Jubilee wiped her mouth, then eased the door shut. "I think you slipped him, but we'd better move," Jake said, sliding an arm around her waist to steady her. "Keep the handkerchief. If anyone looks at you funny, we can tell them you're my drunken trophy wife."
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