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Blake sat in the front seat as Jamie drove him to Rumi's lab. He held onto his seatbelt a few times as the vehicle looped around wildly like a roller coaster ride (only much more intense than the roller coaster ever could hope to be), but after a few close calls where Blake swore he saw his life flashing before his eyes, the vehicle pulled him in front of Rumi's lab, that being Polamor Incorporated. Blake had been there in the past, but only briefly, and he intended for this visit to be the same. The sooner he got his results back from the lab, the sooner he was headed for that big payday.

Blake entered the laboratory dramatically, namely by kicking open the front doors and yelling loudly, [color=CC5500]"Rumi Bear Polymer! I have arrived!"[/color] He self-corrected, realizing that that was a stupid way to introduce himself. [color=CC5500]"I mean, uhh, Christine?"[/color] Blake knew that Rumi had an assistant, but he genuinely could not recall their name. Christine seemed close. [color=CC5500]"I have an urgent appointment with Rumi."[/color] He looked around the fancy lab. Where was that assistant? Or Rumi?

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Moments later, Martino emerged again. [color=wheat]"GUESS WHO JUST WON 17 DOLLARS! THAT'S RIGHT! CHEER IT UP!"[/color] Martino made some motions with his hand, a large number of the patrons beginning to cheer. Obviously, they had all been familiar with this process in the past. Martino's beady eyes scanned the area, before he noticed his prize. He walked over to Patricia, giving a cheesy, wide smile. Martino approached her, his smarmy attitude plastered across his face,  his arm wrapping around her waist and literally pulling her off the barstool, pulling his waist to his side. [color=wheat]"Hey there, sugar plum,"[/color] he said in what he thought was a smooth tone. [color=wheat]"Nice seeing you here again."[/color]

His eyes flitted around to Angelica, and he visibly gave a low [color=wheat]"woo"[/color] as he took in what he saw. [color=wheat]"Is this lovely lady with you? Because I think she would [i]definitely[/i] have a spot in the meeting."[/color] He gave a fox whistle as he winked at her. [color=wheat]"Of course, if you'd like to join Martino Bernadino for a special meeting in Watervale."[/color] He reached another arm out for Angelica to take. [color=wheat]"Hubba hubba,"[/color] he said under his breath. [color=wheat]"So many beautiful ladies here..."[/color] His eyes turned towards Brie and Grace as he scanned the crowd, with the Korean girl trying to bat her eyelashes at him.

[color=wheat]"...well, not over here,"[/color] he said as he wrinkled his nose while waving in Brie and Grace's general direction, [color=wheat]"...those are two threes if I've ever seen them."[/color] These comments were made hardly a few feet away from the two girls, but he didn't seem to care in the slightest. He continued, nonchalantly as ever, [color=wheat]"...but I'm sure somewhere else, we can find some more company."[/color] Martino said, looking away from Brie and Grace and examining the rest of the crowd. [color=wheat]"Well, ladies, would the two of you like to take this to the Gugliano Manor? I think we'll have a ball of a time there...and then afterwords, we can take it back to my place for something...very fun."[/color]

Holding both ladies (really, one lady and one older teenager) by the waists like he was Hugh freaking Hefner, Martino guided the two of them outside to a car that made Grace's BMW look like an old golf cart. It was a 2033 Porsche Boxster, cream white, with several spectacular decals of what appeared mermaids painted along the sides. His chauffeur entered the driver's side, with Martino sitting in the passenger seat, after opening the doors for the two girls. [color=wheat]"Take a seat,"[/color] he said with a wide smile as he closed his door. [color=wheat]"And enjoy the ride."[/color]

Not long later, the car pulled up at the Gugliano Compound. After the chauffeur spoke to one of the guards, the metal gates swung open long enough for the Porsche to pull through, before they promptly swung shut, under the close watch of several armed goons. The vehicle stopped in front of the gorgeous villa, with Martino stepping out to greet the ladies. [color=wheat]"Like what you see?"[/color] he asked, though it was hard to tell what [i]exactly[/i] he was referring to with that question. [color=wheat]"Well, let's go now. We're going to have such a fun time today, ladies."[/color]

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[color=DarkOrchid]"Thanks, Patti!"[/color] Grace said with a grin as she took the money, stuffing it under her glass, before sliding it across the bar back to the bartender, before her attention returned back to Patricia. [color=DarkOrchid]"Fake name? Already done. I have a Chinese ID from my time working there. And I would bet dollars to peanuts...dollars to [i]donuts[/i] that none of these meatheads will know the difference."[/color] Her eyes quickly flitted over to that of Martino as he exuberantly walked out, giving his declaration of his absolute failure at poker. [color=DarkOrchid]"Now might be a good time to [i]act natural,[/i]"[/color] Grace whispered as she tucked her purple hair behind her ears. She was dressed for the part of the club, by coincidence, really, but her hair did stick out a bit. She had considered going back to brown sometimes, but decided not to in the end. Purple was too fun. 

Grace once again suppressed her internal desire to deposit Martino halfway down the Mariana Trench when he walked over and began to hit on not just poor Patricia, but this other girl that looked...like a guy? A very [i]cute[/i] guy. Grace blinked a few times, trying to clarify what she saw in the shifting, glowing mass before her, before looking away. It was some type of illusion power that Grace couldn't quite figure out. As Martino promptly picked the girl up, Grace saw his attention turn to her and Brie. Grace immediately tried tilting her head and batting her eyelashes. This guy's moral compass was clearly magnetized, and the more women he took back to his base, the better. She gave a giggle as she watched him. 

Grace's idea was promptly shot down as the mobster rejected the two of them before walking off, mystery magic girl and Patricia in tow. Grace was kind of hurt, inexplicably. After muttering something rude-sounding about Martino in Korean, she turned back to Brie and Tom. [color=DarkOrchid]"We ought to follow them quickly,"[/color] she said quietly, standing once she was sure the man wasn't looking back. [color=DarkOrchid]"If what he said is true, they'll be heading towards the meeting place, and hopefully we can find a way in from there. There's always a way in from there. Especially with these types of people. They're what we call a [i]jjamppong.[/i] Half-breed. Imbecile. They'll leave an opening for us. I'm positive."[/color] 

She crossed her arms confidently. [color=DarkOrchid]"Let's go."[/color]

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