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xp_logsIn which our heroes prepare to divide and conquer.
Forge grunted as he pried the cover off the access shaft. If his guess was right, this would lead all the way to the basement, where he needed to be. Doug's jury-rigged hack of the hallway and stairwell security cameras would keep them off Milan's radar, especially with their keycards left in the suites' bathroom. He rolled his eyes momentarily - even his vacations were starting to turn into high-stress capers. Next time he was just going to load a program into the Boiler Beach hologram system and stay home.
"Okay," he said, looking at the other four. "Girls, you're heading up. Kyle and Doug, you're heading down. Doug, do you think you can possibly avoid breaking everything that looks expensive in the hotel?"
"My therapist says it's a perfectly healthy and normal reaction," Doug said in a completely deadpan sarcastic tone. He folded his arms over his chest. "I'm fine," he continued. "Now that I know who it -actually- is, I just want to punch someone in the face. And since I've already done that to Quentin once, I'm just fine with giving Milan one to even things out."
Kyle was still looking like a few yards of unpaved road, even if he'd cleaned up and been bandaged. The bruises weren't faded, and the cuts were still angry red lines. "I'm just sayin, I don't like not having phones. I'd way rather know if shit goes fucked up." He was dubious about the whole split up plan, but he hadn't had a better one, so he'd kept his mouth shut.
"Can't be helped," Laurie noted softly, uncomfortable with not having that backup herself. "We could always synchronize watches like in those old movies and say we'll all meet somewhere at a certain time?"
"I do not want anyone else here to require stitches," Crystal informed the group, also not very pleased with the idea of splitting up this way. She also wasn't too pleased with the idea of her "patient" running around before he was fully healed. "We will meet up in the already-damaged suite when we finish our various parts, and if someone is not present in that room by our specified time I will find you and bring you back myself." That she and Laurie would be fine she had no doubt; it was the others she was concerned about.
Forge nodded, then eased himself into the access shaft. "Watch each other's backs. Good luck," he said as he vanished out of sight. The other four nodded, and then the two groups split up for the stairwells.
Forge grunted as he pried the cover off the access shaft. If his guess was right, this would lead all the way to the basement, where he needed to be. Doug's jury-rigged hack of the hallway and stairwell security cameras would keep them off Milan's radar, especially with their keycards left in the suites' bathroom. He rolled his eyes momentarily - even his vacations were starting to turn into high-stress capers. Next time he was just going to load a program into the Boiler Beach hologram system and stay home.
"Okay," he said, looking at the other four. "Girls, you're heading up. Kyle and Doug, you're heading down. Doug, do you think you can possibly avoid breaking everything that looks expensive in the hotel?"
"My therapist says it's a perfectly healthy and normal reaction," Doug said in a completely deadpan sarcastic tone. He folded his arms over his chest. "I'm fine," he continued. "Now that I know who it -actually- is, I just want to punch someone in the face. And since I've already done that to Quentin once, I'm just fine with giving Milan one to even things out."
Kyle was still looking like a few yards of unpaved road, even if he'd cleaned up and been bandaged. The bruises weren't faded, and the cuts were still angry red lines. "I'm just sayin, I don't like not having phones. I'd way rather know if shit goes fucked up." He was dubious about the whole split up plan, but he hadn't had a better one, so he'd kept his mouth shut.
"Can't be helped," Laurie noted softly, uncomfortable with not having that backup herself. "We could always synchronize watches like in those old movies and say we'll all meet somewhere at a certain time?"
"I do not want anyone else here to require stitches," Crystal informed the group, also not very pleased with the idea of splitting up this way. She also wasn't too pleased with the idea of her "patient" running around before he was fully healed. "We will meet up in the already-damaged suite when we finish our various parts, and if someone is not present in that room by our specified time I will find you and bring you back myself." That she and Laurie would be fine she had no doubt; it was the others she was concerned about.
Forge nodded, then eased himself into the access shaft. "Watch each other's backs. Good luck," he said as he vanished out of sight. The other four nodded, and then the two groups split up for the stairwells.
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