[b][u]1:35 AM, April 1st Kasimir Castle, Gotham City[/u][/b] [color=IndianRed]"I swear to god, I'm just going to buy out Verizon and take one of [i]their[/i] satellites. This is such bullshit,"[/color] Cursing filled the cavern deep underneath Kasimir Castle, not an usual sound in the area considering who worked there. Footsteps accompanied the noise, occasionally a little flicker of a torch, as the owner of the castle continued to pace around the chalk drawing she had on the floor of her hangar. Zoey was, for lack of a better word, [i]frustrated[/i]. For one due to the size restrictions she was forced to use the hangar rather than her lab, though at least they were close by. A rather large door led from the back of the Grim Grotto to the hangar, where the Grim Jet was quietly parked awaiting usage - along with a pure black motorcycle and rather expensive looking car. The runway lights extended down many, many meters to a seemingly solid wall, a smaller road that would fit the car or motorcycle veering off into its own path to the side. While the Grim Jet took up most of the room, Zoey's current project had filled the extra space to the side of the runway quite a bit. Diagrams were hung up on walls, a book thrown open on a rolling tool kit, plates of metal in a corner and another rolling table with an utter assortment of things. Along the metal of the floor were dimensions, chalk drawings with little notes written in hurried, elegant scrawl. Not her most professional work, but everything had been thrown together rather haphazardly. [color=IndianRed]"Okay, no Zoey, this is fine - this is not complete bullshit, you've built more complex and better. Everything is fine."[/color] Taking a deep breath Zoey ran her fingers through her hair, slowly exhaling. In truth it probably wouldn't be so frustrating if she wasn't exhausted, having been working with very little sleep for the past two days in order to get started right away, ever since Lady Arcana was in her home. The magic tracker still cheerfully hummed away in the labs, but they needed more - and these satellites were the key. Still, she'd probably need some more equipment, even [i]more[/i] specialized parts - really, too bad David had school, getting him to learn how to build satellites with her would probably save some manpower at least. Oh well, he should be focusing on girls and homework anyway. Or boys. Zoey didn't judge her son. Still, taking a moment to tap at the metallic gauntlet on her left arm Zoey hummed thoughtfully as the built in screen flashed numbers. She definitely wasn't checking how much the national cetllphone providers were worth. Definitely. ... Okay maybe a little, but it [i]would[/i] be faster than her learning how to build a satellite from scratch. Every single second she wasted on calculations and building was a second they [i]didn't[/i] have the coverage needed in case an incident happened! Maybe Zoey [i]should[/i] get Karen to get one of the Arab Federation's satellites. Zoey could disable any lasers. Probably. Finally the redhead just heaved a sigh. Oh well, no use fighting it - back to working this out once again. --- [b][u]April 1st, 1:35 A.M. Roof of Kasimir Castle Gotham City[/u][/b] Marvin could concede--this castle was leagues better than his dingy warehouse. Maybe he should invest in one; then again, considering how many entrances such a place left to an intruder--friendly or not--he might renig his sentiment. He had scaled its face with relative difficulty, unseen grooves and soft depressions made for uneven terrain. A lack of cars and moving bodies made it a little easier to listen to the sounds below since the further the sound traveled, the more diluted it got and the easier for his acute senses to decipher. From what he could deduce, the first few floors were silent; beyond that, he could hear nothing. Marvin lifted his wristwatch to his face; he had another five hours before sunrise--maybe after this he would see what Gotham's late night dining specials were like. To find an entrance into the castle of Gotham's resident crimebuster was going to be a challenge which, to his knowledge, was not going to be done without causing some uproar; Marvin didn't, after all, travel with gadgets. With a bound, he parted from the roof and once more to the castle's side. Against a narrow groove he clasped a hand and swung himself to the nearest window; Marvin knew Grim had money, and money plus vigilantism plus a castle meant the windows were likely thicker than normal. What it didn't mean was a change in the weakspots of all windows; the edges. With closed fist, Marvin began, he localized the force of his blows against the sides of the thickened windows; he knew he would only have to create a single point of overbearing load for the window to cave. It was a mighty effort, and try as he might, he couldn't deafen the sound of his blows against the glass--even if he did finally get it to stress under pressure. For all of his exertion, once Marvin [i]did[/i] get the glass to crack, creating a point of entrance was less than ideal since trying to shatter the glass completely would not only be rude but it would also give away his presence if he had not already. With a firm push against the stress fracture, Marvin pushed the entire window backwards--where it promptly shattered against the floor below. Well, if Grim [i]was[/i] here, Grim probably knew someone was breaking in--and she also probably had contraptions enough to deal with said intruders. Marvin swung his way into the castle's top floor where he soon looked for a place to hide. There was no point in trying to clean up the mess he made at his point of entrance; a swift glance at his surroundings and he could see no immediately shrouded spaces. Left with few options, he figured the best way to hide was to use what the castle's unlit sections provided--he would move in the natural shadows created by the castle's halls and the lack of natural sunlight. [color=LightSteelBlue]"Note to self: build more gadgets."[/color] -- An absolutely shrill alarm pierced the air of the hangar. From where she was just beginning to move pieces into place Zoey abruptly stopped at the noise, combined with the heavy vibrating coming from both her wrist and back pocket. Without hesitation she dropped the metal plate with an almighty clang and sprinted to the lab, not only the source of the noise but lit up red with the alert on the computer. A touch to the keyboard had her phone and gauntlet computer stopping their vibration as numerous cameras came into view, too many to count, and even more not showing up. Only the ones that had motion were up, along with one pointed to an empty window. With glass beneath it. A stab of fear quickly lanced through Zoey's chest, and she was already pulling on her gear even as her eyes moved over the other motion cameras. Many were pointed outside at various creatures - no alert was sounded for them due to not meeting the size requirement - which was actually both worrisome and impressive that the intruder avoided them, but by doing so he also avoided the glue turrets. The ones inside, however, were constantly swapping to highlight the movement in her home. Zoey paused. [color=IndianRed]"[i]Seriously?![/i]"[/color] It was hard to see at times considering he was sticking to the shadows, but Marvin rolled and he lost when he picked his entrance - the bedrooms were on the top floor. Bedrooms with her [i]son[/i]. If he thought she wouldn't have every defense possible in place to protect him he was out of his mind. Still, she deactivated the... [i]messier[/i] defenses. Well, aside from those near David's room. She was willing to extend the olive branch to her intruder as long as he didn't get near her son. Fucking paranoid vigilante assholes. Of course, Zoey was one to talk. Still cursing under her breath Zoey left the Grim Grotto, nearly stomping up the steps. She was in most of her gear, but the hood on her coat was pulled down and her balaclava not on - though the gas mask and goggles were. Just in case. By the time Grim had reached the top floor her steps had lost the stomp to them, back to the near glide that kept her steps so silent. The gauntlet on her wrist kept her updated on which motion cameras were being activated, not to mention the various ... [i]defensive measures[/i] she ran into that were unsuccessful. Nets. Darts of tranquilizer. One of the hallways she passed sprayed anaesthetic! Tiger was talented, she had to admit, dodging everything - even if the deadlier options were deactivated it was still an impressive feat. Of course, not having to dodge everything it was [i]far[/i] easier for Grim to catch up, her voice modulator crackling with the strength of her voice as she began yelling within two hallways of him, not able to catch a glance of the Tiger quite yet but knowing he could hear her. Luckily David's room was sound proof, though they weren't quite near it yet. [color=IndianRed]"Marvin! [i]Marvin![/i] Did you [i]seriously[/i] just fucking break my window because you can't use a god damned intercom system?!"[/color] --- [color=LightSteelBlue]"Should probably try less invasive methods next time I'm uninvited."[/color], Marvin thought to himself. For all Grim's money, these were some rather mundane 'traps'; if Marvin knew anything, she was being polite--as polite a person may be toward an unwelcome house guest. As he rolled, flipped, and contorted his frame around all sorts of ingenious inventory, he went over his options in his mind, [color=LightSteelBlue]"Keep running and see where it takes me? Mmm, too risky. Tell her I'm actually here for a legitimate reason? Nah, not much of an option now."[/color] a tranquilizer dart flew inches away from his neck and stuck into the concrete wall beside. His eyes widened beneath the mask, [color=LightSteelBlue]"SHIT!"[/color] amid trying to think his way out of his current perdicament [i]and[/i] noting the irate grating of a machnized sounding voice only a few halls away, Marvin was beginning to re-think these attempts at befriending others in his line of work, regardless of whether his own methods of going about such befriending were ethically unsound. Marvin took a moment to regather himself while in the middle of dodging projectiles; he had become good at multi-tasking in his own right. [color=LightSteelBlue]"Lots of corners," [/color] he tuned out the extraneous sounds of the traps and Grim's approaching voice,he listened to his feet pat against the stone floor, [color=LightSteelBlue]"natural bends, too. Entirely square? Maybe. If so, I'd be going in circles, metaphorically. Clearly this is the top floor; need to find the stairs--beware of traps there, too, Probably less childish defensive measures below."[/color] Environment was everything, and this was not Marvin's habitat; Grim had chased him through his turf, but his was natural--if a little urban--hers was manufactured; he would have to figure his way around this maze fast--but it was also large and rather spacious. He didn't know what kind of traps she might have installed for this floor alone, so being stagnant wasn't an option, [color=LightSteelBlue]"Obviously cameras; not pressure sensitive from what I can tell. Would have activated the moment I landed in the bedroom. Some parts of the castle are dark, but even then they saw me. Autonomous motion sensitive cameras or manual?"[/color] Marvin knew that--at least for now--her traps were ineffectual against him, so he would test and see if they were set to a pattern or completely random. So, when another of the tranquilizers shot from its contraption, he ducked into a roll and when he stood up he ripped the tranquilizer from the wall. Now all that was left was to search for a camera. -- Grim was beginning to get pissed off. She had been up for close to thirty hours now, satellites were bullshit, she hadn't had a drink in [i]hours[/i], and worst of all, [i]it was a school night[/i]! If Tiger woke up David she'd make sure he went back to New York [i]neutered[/i]. Honestly he wasn't even turning around to talk to her, even after she had called out to him. What was the point to this? Waving his dick around to show that he was a serious vigilante after their little discussion? Was it some weird assassination attempt? Probably not the latter at least, though caution was always good when dealing with cocky little assholes with a chip on their shoulder. Still, Grim had enough of this. [color=IndianRed]"Ready lockdown mode,"[/color] Speaking into her glove's computer had a layout of her home show up on it, the floor she was currently on. Rather than initiate a complete lockdown Grim calmly followed the blinking dot's path that was moving in her home. Halfway down a hall the Sectional Lockdown was activated, her hearing the clang of dozens of metal plates. Lockdown Mode was essentially a trap and flood. Foot thick metal plates covered the entrances to the halls, smaller half-foot thick ones covering windows and doors. With a section blocked off anaesthesia flooded the hallway - really, owning a medical company was so convenient - and to top it off and get some overkill going for Sectional Lockdown, any connecting hallways had a similar treatment in case they managed to escape the first section. No need to flood her entire home with gas, after all. Well, not yet. Approaching the first metal plate that would lead to the section Tiger was in Grim tapped away at her computer, raising that plate and stepping through. It closed behind her. Her gas mask kept the anaesthesia at bay as she hovered there, just outside the section that Tiger was in, to swap to her camera for that particular section. Maybe while he was under she could get him neutered so he'd stop trying to mark everything. --- He heard the clink of the metal plates in front and behind himself. Lockdown mode, nice; he had one himself. Then a gaseous substance--probably one of the sedative class. Good thing he had recently built in those filtration systems into his mask. Nonetheless, there was nowhere for him to go. It was a classic set up, traditional. Marvin admired such a layout but it was rather predictable, in how many movies was this system integrated into systematic defensive engineering? The answer was all of them. Especially for a castle. He came to a skidding stop. Being shut in while inside such a large space was strange, almost oxymoronic. There was no way to exit, but there was space a plenty to maneuver. Marvin stood from his crouched position; gone was his original, untinkered white cloth mask and bulletproof vest in favor of a darker gray streamline bodysuit fit. Marvin presumed her traps were still active, it would--at least to him--make sense for them to be; if she had learned nothing from him and if he had learned nothing from her, it was that they both always had failsafes for their failsafe's failsafe and a plan Z to boot. Eager enough, Marvin wanted to know what her backup-backup plan might be. He [i]didn't[/i], of course, want to be on the recieving end of any theoretical failsafes she might have stored away--and this made him all the more alert, if not all the more frustrated (as if it wasn't his fault for this debacle in the first place)! Should he tell her to turn off the gas? No. It would give away his secret. His present disposition was ironic, all things considered: for once, he was the one being hunted. -- Odd. Tiger wasn't down yet. Under the goggles Grim's eyebrows furrowed as she watched the screen on her gauntlet, waiting patiently. Not even a slight wavering to his step or movements. A groan escaped her lips, rattling in the mask as she raised a hand to rub a gloved finger against her temple. His mask must have filtration. Either that or could hold his breath really, really long. How frustrating. Actually the entire situation was frustrating. Would it be murder to just leave him there to starve? Eh, probably shouldn't. To be honest Grim didn't even want to fight him. Marvin had talent, he had proved that in New York and he had proved it now. With his intellect it was inevitable he ended up showing up in her home too after figuring out that Lady Arcana covered for her back in Elysium, Grim had even briefly contemplated asking him if he knew how to build satellites. Yet this action to trying to break in was a little... unstable. Still, she was reasonable. Taking a deep calming breath, as well as a moment to tie her hair up just in case it [i]did[/i] get violent, Grim finally lifted the metal plate barring her from Tiger - though the one behind him and the one behind herself remained firmly shut. [color=IndianRed]"Seriously Marvin, even [i]Lady Arcana[/i] was polite enough to at least use the intercom system. You look like a lunatic right now."[/color] --- [color=LightSteelBlue]"I am a grown man who dresses up like a cat and leaps across buildings in order to fight crime. Yes, I have been a lunatic for a long time. That is not why I am here, [i]'Grim'[/i]"[/color] beneath the mask, he grinned--he knew she knew that he knew who she was behind the mask, just as she knew who he was behind the mask, [color=LightSteelBlue]"but before I get to why I am here; you should probably erase public record of your existence. Do you know how easy it was to scour the web and find out who you were?"[/color] -- [color=IndianRed]"Kind of hard to erase public record of someone like me, Marvin. A bit like you, Mr. Championship Belt. Besides, twenty years and this is the first security breach I've had - and it was due to some magic asshole telling you my name. I think I'm pretty covered."[/color] A sigh escaped Grim's lips, and she once more tapped against her computer. The valves stopped spewing forth their payload, saving the anaesthetic tanks. [color=IndianRed]"Now then, did you come just to test out my home defenses or was there a reason you're running around here at two in the morning? ... Huh, it's past midnight. This isn't some April Fool's thing is it? That's really poor taste."[/color] -- [color=LightSteelBlue]"Honestly? A little of both. A man can't spend [i]all[/i] his life stuck in some shabby lair designing things to fight crime and better the world, can he? Good for the soul to lighten up sometimes. Plus,"[/color] Marvin gleaned the interior in full now that he wasn't dashing ferverently through the castle's halls, [color=LightSteelBlue]"you've got a clean set up around here. And I'm guessing if it were not for my unceremonious intrusion you'd probably be having yourself a nice glass of wine right now,"[/color] he paused... [color=LightSteelBlue]"you [i]do[/i] have a place where you keep the wine, right? I don't pay friendly house visits for [i]nothing[/i]."[/color] with just the two of them present--presumably--he had no reason to keep up the facade. Ultimately, for all hs psycho-analyzation and formal logical deduction skills, he knew when to relax--even if he had to do it while on a business trip. [color=LightSteelBlue]"I figured after our foray into the World Unknown, you'd be looking for a countermeasure. Well, that and you did ask if there was any way to track magical energy... but we'll go with the first one since it makes me look smarter. I also figured I may as well be of service while I can. I have a feeling there's going to be some retaliation behind some lowdown shit that happened a few days ago so you may not get to see my wonderful mask around here for a while. That and well, you and I really can't be at each other's throats all the time; we could use our minds for good and shit."[/color] Marvin had let his more colloquial diction slip through his otherwise highbrow speech he normally used when the mask was on. -- [color=IndianRed]"Marvin I'm pretty sure like half the articles out there on me call me an alcoholic, of [i]course[/i] I have a place to keep the wine."[/color] Grim tilted her head, watching The Tiger closely. He seemed to be letting his guard down now to a more relaxed posture, but considering his behaviour Zoey felt justified in still being a little wary. [color=IndianRed]"We are cats and dogs, but you're right. I was working on something, before you... interrupted. Of course, now I have to decide if it's worth letting you into my labs considering you apparently like making my life difficult!"[/color] It wasn't a big stretch to assume that Marvin had figured out she had a lab of at least some sort, so she didn't feel too bad letting him know. Still, she threw her hands in the air in exasperation before bringing her hand back to the computer, letting the plates behind her raise up and beginning to walk to them - as well as lead Marvin to the lower floor. [color=IndianRed]"Come on, let's move out of the hallway so I can lower the plate and let the filtration deal with the anaesthetic. I still can't believe you broke my window."[/color] -- [color=LightSteelBlue]"I can't believe you didn't invest in less archaic means of protection with all that money you have. Windows? Rather Victorian, don't you think?"[/color] He could almost [i]smell[/i] the remnants of tension pent up in her bones. Intuition told him she still didn't trust him. This was a logical reaction after all given the last fourty five minutes. [color=LightSteelBlue]"The kid must be sleep. A wonder he didn't wake up during all that commotion. You know, you could send him my way some time and I can show him how to [i]really[/i] defend himself for the next time those nice trinkets of yours fail."[/color] Marvin trailed behind her--he never strode next to anyone, it gave him enough time to react should a person get strange ideas. -- [color=IndianRed]"There's something to be said about the classics, besides - I have a kid, I'm not just going to lock him away in a giant castle. In anycase every single window in the castle is a solar window - does wonders for keeping the electric bill down."[/color] Once they were passed the metal plate Grim lowered it once more, and with that one once more began walking. A certain tension would never leave her back at being trailed, but she didn't protest Marvin's position. Instead she just took her goggles off, shaking out her hair seeing as she wasn't currently wearing the balaclava. A couple of turns brought them to the stairs, on the next floor another hallway to the grand staircase. As they walked and talked however Grim's eyes narrowed, her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowing a bit though she kept her gaze forward. Ah, but considering who it was saying it to her Tiger was probably just riling her up. [color=IndianRed]"You know I haven't had gadgets the entire time I've been fighting crime, right? They help, but I assure you I know the value of knowing how to defend yourself. Besides,"[/color] Zoey finally glanced over her shoulder as she took down the mask covering her lower face, letting it rest around her neck. Her next words were of course her own, unmodulated. [color=IndianRed]"I wouldn't want David learning to take uppercuts to his jaw for getting too cocky."[/color] With her mouth uncovered Zoey gave a little grin, it small and tight but there to show less harm to her words. As they reached the ground floor she brought Marvin to the wine cellar door - he already knew her identity, he could be an ally. Worst comes to worst he steals some of her tech and runs off to New York. Like with Karen, Zoey once more used the eye scanner, but on stepping inside gestured to the [i]numerous[/i] wine racks in the large cellar. [color=IndianRed]"Go ahead, pick us out one - I'm pretty sure you know by now money isn't really an object with me. Then I can show you the project myself and Arcana have started."[/color] [color=LightSteelBlue]"I only drink Moscato." [/color] his deep hazel eyes scanned the racks lined with different wines. He, too, used to live the high life. These days, most of his money was re-invested in the stock exchange, mutual funds, and rennovating his base of operations. Once he found the Moscato wine he was looking for, Marvin removed it from the rack. He handed Grim the bottle with his right hand. [color=LightSteelBlue]"I'm not [i]that[/i] hard on my cubs. Although, I've never had a sidekick before so I suppose that's just wish fulfillment."[/color] Hard as he was, he did share Zoey's parental mentality towards children; he fought crime in one of the worst neighborhoods in Brooklyn after all--and it was usually the kids he was protecting from the adults who manipulated them. -- [color=IndianRed]"Trust me, a sidekick would be easier to handle than a son. It was a subtle shift when I adopted him formally, but a shift none the less. Good choice, by the way,"[/color] With the wine in hand Zoey reached out and picked another wine, but like the last time she had a guest in her home didn't pull it out all the way. Instead she pulled it right to the edge of the label and let it rest there, repeating the motion with four other seemingly random bottles in the room. On the last one being rested in the correct position there was a pause before the wall began to move, revealing the stair case beyond, and at the bottom the fingerprint scanner which opened up into the large cavern. The computer screen and hub to the left, the workshop across from them taking up most of the wall with an utter array of gadgets in half finished states on the wall and satellite diagrams on the surface, and to their red the labs - with two doors quietly situated in the back. [color=IndianRed]"Welcome to the Grim Grotto - David's name by the way, don't make fun of it around him. My hub, my workshop, my labs - and this little thing is what I'm asking for your help with."[/color] Zoey moved to the copier sized machine tucked right by the workshop for close viewing, the thing humming softly with power. In the stone depression on top the pill that Marvin himself had given her back in New York city floated quietly, spinning on its axis. [color=IndianRed]"A magical tracker, keyed to the signature in the pill. Don't get me wrong, the thing's working [i]finally[/i] after Lady Arcana dropped by, but we're having... well, coverage issues."[/color] -- [color=LightSteelBlue]"Not enough range? Hm."[/color] He closed distance between himself and the bulky machine near the workshop. [color=LightSteelBlue]"Well, my venture is that if this were a normal satellite it would function fine because satellite frequency band channels are designed to capture [i]natural[/i] images and progressions. Far as I know, this is the first ever [i]magic[/i] oriented satellite in existence, so the magic is a) disrupting the frequency or b) we need to create a unique channel for uh, detecting magic."[/color] He paced about before he headed toward the large computer to their left, [color=LightSteelBlue]"Nice. I have one just like it. How powerful is she?"[/color] -- [color=IndianRed]"She?"[/color] A red eyebrow quirked once more before Zoey just shook her head, taking the mask and goggles off fully to put back in their places, followed by her coat and gloves. [color=IndianRed]"Pretty powerful. The alert system is top notch, voice or touch activated, connects to all my wrist computers as well as my phone in case of emergency, not to mention the labs back there, and if there's a function it can't do it scours the web for anything that can - the tech guys for Blackrock showed me that one. Nice guys. Kind of nerds."[/color] Stepping toward the workshop instead Zoey gestured to the blue prints on it. [color=IndianRed]"Well right now it's interfacing with limited connectivity to the satellites already in orbit - I have a coverage of most of North America. Lady Arcana wants the [i]world[/i] and I intend to give it. Since this is just the console I figured, well, let's just say that in my hangar in the back I'm all set up to start building a satellite. I just never [i]have[/i] before. I could figure it out with time, but time isn't really something I'm comfortable giving if there's another attack soon."[/color] Zoey huffed, blowing some crimson strands of hair out of her face in irritation. [color=IndianRed]"Plus if we're tracking magic we'll probably have to get Lady Arcana to power or channel [i]something[/i] inside it to give it that honing sense to a more accurate degree."[/color] -- [color=orchid][i]'Well, I [i]am[/i] the source of all magic'[/i][/color] Marvin repeated aloud. Another simple deduction, [color=LightSteelBlue]"Limited connectivity, it is a disrupting thing, then. Give and take, give and take, a satellite can only recieve what it is given. Give and take,"[/color] he repeated aloud, a common occurrence when he began breaking apart the truth-trees in his head, [color=LightSteelBlue]"A if and only if B. If Arcana is the source of all magic, any magic present in the world comes from her, but it doesn't mean all magic present in the world has surfaced or is even strong enough to be recognized by satellite. Arcana is the source, everything magic is contingent on her--whatever is of X cannot function properly if X is removed or inconsistent in any single instance."[/color] he stared at the blueprint drawings on the screen as he thought to himself, [color=LightSteelBlue]"Arcana powered the satellite once, that should be all that is necessary. Whatever magic which [i]does[/i] exist in the world only needs a small portion of Arcana's energy--but a [i]whole[/i] lot of frequency strength; we're talking something like two and a half gigahertz for one satellite to be able to cover the entire world. How we would generate such sound with only two people at the helm escapes me. Not to mention we would need more than one satellite considering we simply do not know if this magic energy has any averse side effects. I'm working on a small project myself with this energy here, and from what I've found, we only need to focus the energy; it's a constant, it doesn't die. More of this energy leaves too many unexplained and untestable variables, and I doubt we need more of those. Although. . ."[/color] Marvin went in search of a pencil... [color=LightSteelBlue]"I bet NASA has a whole lot of unpaid interns looking for some long term career security."[/color] -- The signature soft hum that often signalled Zoey was thinking rang out, the redhead staring off into the distance while tapping a painted fingernail against her lower lip. [color=IndianRed]"It certainly wouldn't be much of a strain on my resources to foot the bill for this. It's a bit more important than just some capitol anyway. If we could provide the outline it would certainly expediate things - of course we'd need a cover story. Research? I was thinking of buying a cellphone company but that doesn't really cover it as much as I'd like,"[/color] Zoey huffed, raising a hand to run through her hair. Abruptly she turned her gaze to the bottle she had set on the workshop table, and after grabbing a rather sharp ice-pick looking device pried the cork of the wine open. If she was going to stay up even [i]longer[/i] she was at least having a drink. ... Maybe the tabloids were right about her being an alcoholic. [color=IndianRed]"Here, we're going to be here awhile,"[/color] Luckily she had both a clean and used glass down here - she had originally intended to use the clean one herself and had at the time just ended up drinking straight out of the bottle. Pouring Tiger a glass she nudged it to him before taking the already used one. Fuck it if she cared about mixing wines. Downing the entire thing Zoey poured another glass before finally pushing off from the worktable to go to Tiger's side and peer at his scribbles. [color=IndianRed]"Right then, let's see if we can give those nerds something to go on."[/color]