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[b][u]Las Vegas Stratosphere Hotel[/u][/b]

[indent]It certainly had not been the best of days for Agent Brand and SWORD.  The alien Sentry attack had been quite noticeable so putting up a convincing cover story along with damage control, witness control, and so on had been quite the hassle.  It was an absolute miracle that Ms Marvel had been able to stop the attack with only minor casualties and damages.  Of course the actual sword base was an absolute mess though and a few brave agents had been killed in the attack.  She had already sent out the necessary condolences to their families but that was all she could do as there was a lot of work to do.

The Sentry incident had not been a complete disaster, the broken Sentry 459 shell was all ready being dismantled and examined for information, a Kree spy had been ousted, and SWORD now had a convenient hero card they could play when needed.  The way the press had gobbled up the revealing of the new female superhero had been incredibly easy to manipulate.  Shifting the focus from the robot to Ms Marvel had made it a lot easier to put other issues to rest.

All of that was behind Brand for the moment, right now she was here to meet an agent who had been planted in Vegas to procure a piece of valuable alien tech.  The piece of alien tech had somehow ended up in an auction that was putting up a variety of exotic goods and various artifacts.  SWORD needed to get its hands on the object so they could verify what it did and if possible who made it.  The device in question from the photos looked like some sort of brooch with strange carvings on it.  The writings were not any she was familiar with and Ms Marvel hadn't a clue so most likely it was not Kree in origin.

Brand walked down the plush corridor to room number 1487, a window room facing the east side of the building.  The message brand had received not 6 hours earlier had told her the device was secure, so she had decided to go herself to personally receive it.  She reached the door and knocked four times, then twice and stopped.  The door opened a crack as the occupant peered out, then opened the door completely.

"Thank goodness you've come so quickly, I have a feeling someone else is after this."  The agent in question was a fit, middle-aged woman with light brown hair and blue eyes.  She looked a little spooked as she checked down the corridor both ways as Brand stepped into the room.  It was certainly a nice room though a bit on the lower end as rooms went, unless they really needed the high-class cover it was better if agents didn't spend too much money.

[color=39b54a]"What makes you think someone else is after the object?"[/color]  Brand asked as she surveyed the room, checking if there were any security breaches.

"Well I had to fight a bit in the bidding against some unknown buyer, and after I won I could feel their eyes on me the entire time I was there pretending to be interested in the other things on sale.  Just call it my instincts."  The agent nervously rubbed their hands as if they had poor circulation.

[color=39b54a]"So Samantha, where is the package?"[/color]

"Oh, I put it in the room's safe, I'll get it for you right away."  As the woman opened what looked like a cabinet to reveal a safe inside, agent Brand took up a position behind her.

[color=39b54a]"By the way Samantha,"[/color] The cocking of a high tech pistol could be heard right as Samantha opened the safe and turned to see agent Brand glaring at her with gun in hand, [color=39b54a]"what did you do with agent Roselyn?"[/color][/indent]