[b][center][h2]Paige Kennedy[/h2][/center][/b]

“Odd place to hang out on the lam.” Xi said as they strolled down the dark corridor. The steady thrum of the music reverberated down the long hall.

“He’s an odd duck for sure.” Paige said. She hated heavy metal music. Songs were better when a person could understand the words. 

“So how did CC find him here?” 

“Apparently he was online bitching about the music sucking,” Paige replied steadily having to raise her voice as they drew closer. She handed him her phone which displayed an update on CT’s blog carrying on about the rock music scene in Sol City going soft. “He mentioned some popular band being back in town so they started following the social media back to here.”

Xi chuckled. He had the spark-plug wire to CT’s moped in his jacket pocket. After some light teasing about the man’s earlier escape, it had taken him about two minutes to pop the seat off and remove it when they found it, again hidden behind a dumpster in the back lot close to the exit. Still grinning slightly from the story earlier, he regarded Paige carefully in the corner of his vision as they walked. Her usual recalcitrant mood seemed colder than normal when they met up across the street. Ever since coming back to work from her stint in the hospital, he noticed her fuse seemed to have shortened a bit and he could tell there were other things on her mind, though he lent the majority of that to the newly reopened Giancana file and knew she’d been working on it most of the day instead of being in the field. The poor thugs that passed as “security” folded instantly under her deathlike glare and the presence of two Federal Officers.


Paige wore her standard jeans, sneakers and leather jacket over a white top as well as her usual stoic look and pony tail when they hit the main hall. She hated clubs. Perhaps lending to her strict rearing, she only viewed them as a hives of debauchery and ill-repute. She was looking forward to dragging CT out of there in the public view. 

“That looks expensive.” Xi said with a glance up to the impressive, glowing chandelier. 

Paige only gave the lighting a passing glance amid the sounds of crashing guitar riffs and the triumphant shouts of drinks being downed in large amounts. Xi managed to think of the spark plug wire before her and she was looking to make it even. She had a good idea where to look and nudged him to come closer so he could hear. ‘Look past the chandelier,” She said. “I think that’s a wireless antenna.” She took out her phone again and looked at the available networks. [i][b]On the Heavens[/b][/i] was listed with the highest strength and open access. “That’s it, the CC guy said he would be on the public Wi-Fi where he couldn’t be traced.” She looked around again. “That, and he’s probably wiping out everybody’s bank account that’s on it too.”

Xi followed the wires coming out of the antenna hidden in the rafters down from the ceiling where they entered the bar area. “We just gotta get’em to turn it off and he’ll pop up.”

“That’s easy enough, just watch my back.” Paige replied and headed towards the bar. 

It was crowded, shoulder to shoulder, perfume and cologne clashing against bare skin and sweat as she made her way. Paige had a presence that made people naturally step aside and combined with the remnants of the bruises slightly hidden behind her blonde locks; she cut a more intimidating figure than usual as a space at the corner of the bar opened up. As one of the bartenders came forward she had to admit she did like the ornate décor of this particular club especially the exquisite stained glass behind the main bar. It was a nice touch and told her things stayed relatively controlled in Club Aether for such a delicate piece to remain unharmed. She put a twenty-dollar bill on the bar and scribbled a note to the young girl before she could ask for her drink order:

[b][i]Turn off the wifi[/i][/b]

The server looked down at the note curiously at first then looked back up strangely at the unexpected request. Paige drew her jacket open slightly revealing her sidearm and Marshal’s star. “Five Minutes, and I’ll have a Collins.” 

The girl seemed intrigued and as she stepped away to start Paige’s drink reaching under the bar for the router and turning it off.