"Luckily I came prepared." I said, producing my data-slate, unlocking its system with a flick of my thumb. "Well, partially prepared. I had not foreseen I would need this for an entire trip, but I did not want to be caught flat footed in case there was a problem with our accounts." 

"Contingencies of contingencies." Emmaline declared with warm humor. "How much is it? Can we afford to make ourselves the target you wanted?" 

I showed her the number. "For a limited time, yes. But we we'll still need to be strategic on how we use the funds. Luckily the trip itself was already paid for." The acquisition of the money to a domestic handheld was easy, but it wasn't a lack of planning that made it limited. A data-slate could only hold so much credit without needed to be connected to an account, and the only way to bypass that was to announce my status as an Inquisitor. I removed my vox, and began to redirect its next frequency. 

"Hadrian," she said quietly, placing a hand on my arm. I gave her a look, and she laughed. I knew she was questioning my devotion to the trip. Throne damned me, I was not about to let a paramilitary group with the skill of underhive gangers ruin our vacation. "Redirection?" She asked to change the subject, indicating my vox, her acumen in reading my thoughts as astute as ever. I gave her a brief wink in answer before activating it. 

"Yes, I would like to reserve a room. Mhm, for two. Rear Admiral Blasius Deckard. No account, but I have a domestic docket number #041325. ... Thank you." I cleared my throat, and made reservations for two other locations in extreme opposite ends of the city. Due to my status as 'admiral' I also received a discount and half of the funds returned if I ended up changing my mind. Normally I would not be picky on that end, but I found myself without accounts evidently and so I worked with what I had. We took a cab to the nearest motel, albeit a rather suped up location trying desperately to appeal to the tourists who at least wished to appear as if they lived by a certain means. We arrived and changed into a more nondescript garb, fitting the cold weather. At that, we went on a small shopping spree, much to my lover's delight. I allowed her to pick the most ostentatious and flattering garb she could find. We needed to be loud and flamboyant, her effervescent side rearing its greedy head, much like when I first met her. It was almost like the honeymoon never stopped. In an instance of accismus, she almost coyly rejected a pair of dazzling bangles, but they were a good price and I gave my go-ahead, for her delectation. 

With our shopping completed, we went back to the motel and ordered in, knowing we had a long night of planning ahead of us. I also needed to make a few calls to guarantee not only an appearance at the Charity Gala the following day, but to set up my plan with the local arbites. It was after a good meal and a small discussion on how manner that we collapsed onto the bed to find some much needed rest. 

It was going to be a hell of a day tomorrow.