[h2][color=00aeef][b]Marrie Knight[/b][/color][/h2]
The twin-tailed esper sat in a rather uncomfortable chair, staring at her laptop's screen, hidden away in the corner of a library as she waited for confirmation that High Priest's... ally? Friend? Self? Whatever she was, she was the one that Marrie had trusted with set up for tomorrow's mission, and now it was time to wait. She hadn't heard anything from Raphael, or Church, but she assumed that High Priest was on the same side as the regular priest, so she was anticipating him showing up for the assault. Though she wasn't sure if she was happy or not about that possibility, or of Walking Church being there. Sure, they could use all the help they could get, but...

As she idly twirled a finger through one of her bangs, Marrie wondered, not for the first time, exactly [i]how[/i] she had gotten in this mess. She'd managed to break the loop she was in, not having an ally die against the president, but that didn't mean the world wouldn't slam two pieces together soon and cover that break with a splint. In fact, considering her previous experiences, it was likely that it'd be [i]worse[/i] than the first time through. She didn't have any more time to think before a popup appeared in the top right of her computer's screen. 

"You have mail."<

A deep sigh escaped the girl's lips. That was good. It was later than she'd like, but she understood High Priest's logic and strategy to wait until now, and it did make sense. She'd just have to take advantage of the time she had. A few clicks later and she was on her email. Normally she would never sign in to anything while on public wifi, but she'd bought this cheap laptop for the sole purpose of using it in conjunction with her viruses. Besides, no reason not to use a temporary email in public anyway. 

"Now Streaming" was the title, two instances of it had popped into her inbox. She opened the first, clicking on the link it contained and then did the same with the other, the two windows showing an edit-box each. All she had to do was type the passwords to view the keylogger and screen recorder streams. The only problem was that they were such long ones that she wouldn't be able to remember them. Luckily, she only needed to remember one passphrase to get access to those two and soon she was viewing two white backgrounds in place of the edit-boxes.

[color=00aeef][i]Nothing, huh?[/i][/color] Marrie supposed that it made sense. If HP's agent had been stealthy then the machine she uploaded on would still be unused for a little while. Unfortunately, that meant that she'd gained a near zero amount of information so far, namely that it was connected to the internet. With another sigh and a stretch of her arms above her head, she slumped into the too-hard chair and opened a manga site to waste time on as she waited...

It took about an hour to catch up on her favorite series since she'd not read much of it lately, being too busy on missions or training for them to have any leisure time. The two browser windows had lost connection halfway through and assuming that The Hand would be thorough, she didn't stop reading at the time. But now that she was done it was time to check in on things. A double click on a folder labeled "Writing" and an entering of a password later, her screen blacked out. In five seconds it lit back up, and she had complete access to... 

The Golden Trove? The hotel? She wasn't sure what she was expecting. Maybe something less... flashy, for an organization that was targeted by the government and a terrorist group? Surely the entire staff and visitor list weren't part of The Hand, right? Well, it would be prudent to find out. 

Two hours later Marrie decided that she'd done all she could. The guest registry had revealed Dragon Fruit was supposed to be there, Room 1408, but nothing else seemed off with it. A few strange things in their billing, but she figured that was due to her lack of understanding of business in general. Wasn't super out of the ordinary for a business that catered to the uber rich to be a little shady with their finances, after all. But access to the security cameras was helpful. She'd mapped them to the floor-plans she'd found online in both a static map and a live-updating program she'd written the base of a few days prior. As long as she had internet access, she'd be able to share the map with the cameras to the others on the mission. If Gemini didn't bring something for that, she figured it'd be funny to use the Golden Trove's wifi to stream it.

In spite of the optimism born from her new access she couldn't shake the feeling that something would go wrong. She felt her shoulder-blades catch on the top of the chair as she slumped down and started lightly chewing on the side of her index finger. There wasn't any out of the ordinary machine that would signal the potentially magical "AI," nor strange software that would indicate it being used there. Was this a setup? Did she actually have access at all, or was this a spoofed feed? On the one hand, she didn't expect The Hand to use the common computers on the Trove's network for their actually important work. But wouldn't they, if they had a conscious digital entity anywhere involved with it, at least protect it better? Did The Hand own The Trove or was it a temporary arrangement? Also, why would they list a guest under a name like that? Wouldn't a fake normal sounding name be wiser?

Marrie snapped back to her surroundings, now disgusted with her slightly wet finger. It wouldn't do her any good to focus so much on the ifs that she didn't prepare correctly for the assault. Soon the library's printer was warm and the esper had ten copies of the static map on paper to bring alongside the rest of her equipment. She made sure to circle Room 1408 on all of them before she packed up her things and left, ready to return home. She only could hope she'd get a good night's sleep.

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19 | Female | Freelancer | Misty Steps
Apotheotic Predator, Fenrir | Dagger | Physical | Heavenly Chained Eater of God's Hand
Arctic Storm | Masking 
Jupiter's Footfalls | Wind | Anticyclonic Storm
After You Get Smacked Up | "Mythril" Bullets
{Intangible (4), Mana Burn (6), Restrain (4)} [Storm (4), Flight (6)] Damage X (6), Blink (4), Transplace (8), Shield (4), Reflect (4), Magic Sense (4), Heal (6), Stabilize (0), Purify (6), Dispel (6), Portal (4), Delay (0), Scatter (2), Quicken (0), Homing (2)

DAMAGE: C | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: C | 1250

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: B | 1250
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