[center][h2][color=ec008c]Ira:[/color]
[color=gray]Protectorate Headquarters[/color][/h2]
[@BCTheEntity][@Eklispe][@Lugubrious][@Old Amsterdam][@ProPro][@yoshua171][/center]
The thing that fully woke Ira was being asked for her passcode. The young intern glanced down at his sheet as Ira approached, and struggled visibily. "The prompt is. . . Um I-I can't pronounce it," he mumbled, pressing on the mic clipped to his chest. She sighed, and spoke up.

[color=#3068FF][b]"Aleph, Dalet, Dalet, Aleph. Stuck between the devil and the sea. Umm one is The monarch of never forgiving? I have a couple more, but I'd need the prompt you can't read."[/b][/color] She said, seeming more sassy than usual. He nodded hastily as a voice buzzed in his ear. Ira continued on, arms crossed and pressed against her chest.

"It was in japanese!" She heard him mumble behind him, incredulous.

Zoning out, she came to when the director spoke up. She listened carefully, and then kistened to Lillian's hasty response. Ira set her head on the table in front of her. [color=#3068FF][b]"Get me out of this. We need to talk, you said it yourself."[/b][/color] She said into her mic, just quiet enough that the director would not hear.

[center][h2][color=00ff8b]Hermes:[/color]
Laying the Groundwork[/h2][/center]
Jaunt groaned along with Inkscape, getting more tired of the quips every second. Ignoring Protean as best he could, he instead focused on the door. [color=ed145b][b]"I don't feel comfortable teleporting right inside that door, so we probably should take it head on. I don't wanna get mixed up, if you catch my drift"[/b][/color] Jaunt said, glancing between the two of them with vague interest. He moved out of the way, looking at Inkscape's handiwork with a concerned look scribbled across his face. A bit more quesy at the sight than most would expect a former policeman and mercenary to be. 

Inkscape nodded, motioning for Protean to open the door and for Hermes to flank the opposite side as he was standing.

Inside was abandoned, a control room full of screens and mechanical equipment. It was a little cold, maybe sixty degrees Fahrenheit, with a slight whirling sound underneath the electrical buzz.

The room was darker than the rest of the warehouse had been, both because of the black equipment and walls. The lights were stunning greens and blues, blinding to at.

In all the mechanical, electrical vibe of the room there was exactly one thing that stood out.

A vanilla envelope sat off to the side, plain as it could be.

Following the hand motions quickly, he flanked, and once the two were inside, took a more aggressive position by teleporting ahead of them. Spotting the envelope, he said out loud [color=ed145b][b]"I should bring that to somewhere secure shouldn't I?"[/b][/color] he knew most of what people expected of him. He watched his two teammates, power ready on the "mentally push to teleport" phase that would close the distance, then put him in a vacant holding cell at the PHQ, envelope in hand. 

[color=yellow]"Yes. We're extracting, that's what we're here for."[/color] Inkscape said in his calm voice.

[Color=darkgreen]"That's it, really? I expected something a little more.... Important looking?"[/color]

Jaunt teleported partway through the word yes, appearing in the room after a short pause with the envelope in hand. [color=ed145b][b]"Mind if I take a look with you Decoy?"[/b][/color] He asked, looking up at the camera over his shoulder. His hand gripped its bottom right hand corner, and as he waited for a response, he studied the plain looking thing. 

Jaunt's comm went off. [Color=yellow]"Hermes, there a situation that we need to address. Good job tonight, go ahead and head home. Protean and I will handle getting that Intel processed."[/color]

No fun. Jaunt tossed the envelope on the table, and activited his mic. [Color=ed145b][b]"Copy that.[/b][/color] He said, activating his power again. Gone, he would disappear off the cameras, and three minutes later he was in his home, taking off his new costume. There was an empty spot where his other costume used to be, the safe fully open. He tossed the gun into the closet. Investigating it during his off hours had revealed it didn't even have a firing pin. It made him feel safer that they trusted him not to replace it. 

On his bed was a single piece of paper, folded so that it stood up perfectly without falling over from any idle air movements. In flawless script he could see "Jaunt" written on it in black ink.

Picking it up, a short message was wrote in the same perfect script.

[I]You are to find and deliver the man known as Gamble to me.

-C[/I]

Playtime was over, it seemed. The chase began. He picked up his cellphone, and typed the numbers quickly. [Color=ed145b][b]"Hey, it's Jaunt. I'd like to call in a favor.[/b][/color]