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Otto von Habsburg 
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The 4x4 was, in quick order, packed with two black suited guards, their charge, and the resplendent Archer. Wordlessly, the 4x4 peeled from the estate grounds, driving off road to the freeway. Otto was safe, for now, at least until he'd be able to arrive to the Boston Park Plaza. There he would have to save himself, and his chances, from the clutches of ultimate defeat. Today's losses had been hard. The estate was in ruin, effectively ruining any chance of the party tonight, not to include the loss of the Mystic Codes that had still remained in the building. Archer would have to be sent on a quick retrieval, once Otto had made it to the Boston Park Plaza. Even if only the Crown Jewels were recovered, it would be worth it. 

The drive was largely silent, with both guards in the front seats sitting wordlessly, staring straight ahead at the black-tinted windows. Eventually, the 4x4 pulled itself from it's off road journey, onto the asphalt of the freeway, speeding east back into Boston itself. As the 4x4 started it's navigation on the freeway, Otto glanced down at the scabbard that laid across his lap. Luckily, he had the wherewithal to snatch it before leaving. If he was to be by himself in the Boston Plaza, then thankfully he had a means to protect himself adequately until Archer returned. 

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Boston Park Plaza Hotel
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It hadn't taken long for Otto to be set up on his room on the 15th floor. Luckily, Otto had reserved the entirely of the 15th and 14th floors, allowing himself more than enough room to practice his Magecraft in peace. The room themselves were passable for Otto's taste, perhaps a little too pedestrian, but Otto would live as austere as he needed if it increased his chances of winning the Grail. 

Taking a seat at a comfortable and large arm chair that rested near the room's bay window, Otto produced a small silver case from his jacket pocket. Opening it, Otto produced a long and tubular cigarette. It short order, Otto struck a match upon a strip in the case, and lit the cigarette. While most Mages of his station would turn their noses up at such a hobby, Otto found strange calmness and peace in the arms of nicotine, at least when his normal methods of focus were deprived of him. 

Dragging from the cigarette, Otto finally addressed Archer, whom was the only other soul in the room with him. "[b]You'll go back to the grounds of the estate, immediately. The Crown Jewels of my family must be retrieved. They will be in a large, five foot long, rosewood box. It should be easy enough for you to find. They are the priority.[/b]" Otto shot a serious glare back towards his Servant, conveying the importance of the Mystic Code. Exhaling the smoke, and turning back towards the window, Otto continued, "[b]Any survivors from the attack need to be gathered. I can arrange to have them picked up. They'll have to be questioned before they're...dismissed.[/b]" Otto finished, stubbing out his cigarette in a stainless steel ash tray beside him. 

Pushing himself up from his arm chair, Otto straightened his tie and jacket, and turned towards his resplendent Servant. It was time to set ground rules with Archer. While the display of power had been impressive, more so than Otto had even expected, the execution of the maneuvers left it wanting in terms of structure. "[b]These are your new orders, Archer. You're expected to act in accordance with them, unless I otherwise state.[/b]" Otto paced his way from around the armchair, and towards his Servant, stopping a few feet from him. 

Otto was not angry, no. He couldn't even say he was disappointed. How could he be? His Servant had removed all threats towards himself, and had also made it clear that this War's Archer-class Servant was not a lightweight. However, all rules are needed, in order to add an air of predictability that Otto could rely on. "[b]First, no more collateral damage.[/b]" Otto's complete loss of the estate was tragic, in many more ways than one. Internally, Otto cursed himself, realizing he would still have to send out all the automated calls to the people he invited, telling them the party was cancelled. However, covering up the collateral damage would be a feat in and of itself. "[b]Second, do not engage on anyone or anything, unless first engaged upon.[/b]" Of course, this rule was much to Otto's liking. It would allow him to more accurately place Archer's firepower where Otto needed it, and perhaps would make sure there would be a chance for a parley in the event of another attack. "[b]Finally, the identity of Assassin's Master is the focus of our War, for the time being.[/b]" Otto would not suffer the upstart to live, not after the blow he had been dealt. Despite the reservations behind his orders, Otto kept himself even-keeled and firm of tone, as he had always spoke when in the presence of his Archer. 

It was scant past lunch time, but Otto did not hunger. He couldn't. There were too many things to set upon, and to think about. Before turning away from his Servant, Otto produced a purple-tinted jewel from a compartment on his belt, handing it out to Archer to take. "[b]This will allow you to show me what you hear and see. It's Shared Perception. It won't last much longer than a few hours, but it'll allow me to observe the remains of the estate, once you get there.[/b]" Otto spoke up, producing a matching jewel from his belt once more. "[b]As long as that is on your person, I'll be able to activate it at anytime. You'll just simply need to let me know, via our mental link.[/b]" Otto finally turned, returning to his resting spot at the armchair.

Rubbing his temples, Otto let silence fall over the hotel room, allowing his Servant a moment to speak, before, in all likeliness, he'd take his leave and start back towards the estate.