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Tom snickered again as the fourth mobster was pushed into the portal to wake up to an unexpected fate later on. Tom amusingly wondered if when they did wake up, they'd go and order a meal out of boredom. It was an amusing image. But Grace had found the location of the meeting! The cool undercover action could continue! The meeting's discovery was undoubtedly a good thing, Tom didn't think he could get away with nodding at any more mobsters he encountered in the corridors to make it look like he should have been there. The corridor leading to the big doors into the meeting was just as ornate as the last, perhaps even more so, a small chandelier hanging from the corridor ceiling. Tom also thought he noted some kind of hatch on the ceiling as he looking around, but of course that was the least of his concerns right now, as Grace peeked her head into the meeting hall. 

[color=SteelBlue]"Blonde, tall, pretty face..."[/color] Tom muttered as he scratched his chin. That sounded familiar... who did he know who was blonde, tall, and handsome. He knew Samson who was tall and maybe handsome depending on who you asked, but he of course wasn't blonde. Tom continued to rack his brains. He knew that he knew [i]someone[/i] by that description, dammit! But who? He didn't really register Brie and Grace talking as he tried to think about who the hostage could be. He shrugged internally and turned towards the door, as he watched Brie slip her head inside. Then it suddenly dawned on him... He knew who that description fit. But surely not, it couldn't be. That would be the most unfortunate set of circumstances possible, Tom knew that Brie wouldn't be able to hold herself composed if the hostage really was...

Tom heard her say the name, and he hissed loudly. [color=SteelBlue]"Oh, fuck! Brie-"[/color]

But of course, both Tom and Grace were too late, and Brie went barging into the meeting like a goddamn passionate idiot, now leaving Tom and Grace along out in the corridor. The cool undercover mission had come crashing down around them, and Tom heard the wave of noise coming out from the interrupted meeting, and then he heard Vinnie's booming voice commanding the rest to search the property. He also heard what sounded like Brie screaming, or maybe a yell. Whatever it was, Tom knew that Brie had most likely just been taken out. But how? Unless there was a powered individual in there, someone who was pretty powerful. 

Tom put his head in his hands and groaned. [color=SteelBlue]"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Shit, no, we can't leave. We can't leave Will and Brie here to get kidnapped, we have to stay and get them back somehow... but we can't bust in there, we'd be fucked immediately."[/color] Tom glanced upwards and his eyes widened. He once again noticed the hatch. [color=SteelBlue]"Okay, okay, here's what we do. We hide out until the lockdown is over, then we come back out and bust everybody out. Okay? Okay, Angie can probably use her power to make herself look like somebody who doesn't need to be ID checked, or some shit, and then she can cover for Patty. Fuck, if they hurt Patty they're absolutely getting slammed into the ground..."[/color] 

But Tom didn't wait for answer, and he grabbed Grace's hand and flipped gravity upside down, hitting the ceiling a couple of seconds later with a thump. He opened the hatch and crawled inside, then extended a hand to help Grace through as well. Once Grace was through, he flipped gravity back up the right way and closed the hatch as quietly as he could. [color=SteelBlue]"You got a torch, or something?"[/color].

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