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Llidya Chapman


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Date: Jan 20, 2009
Locating a Laptop
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"Embriella Griffen."

"That was fast."

"Well, it's easy when your girl has been in the newspapers for running one of the largest privately owned wineries around here. Well had run. She sold it a couple of weeks ago."

"What'd you find out about the Lo-jack?"

"Absolute Software." Llidya ran that name through her list of subcompanies that she knew she had, and realized she'd made that purchase a couple of years ago. It was only after a moment she realized Mouse was still talking. "...embed it into the BIOS of the systems, so then-"

"Yeah I...really don't care. Got a location for me?" Mouse laughed at her lack of enthusiasm and gave her coordinates. Llidya walked over to the computer she had hooked into her television, inputting the numbers. After a moment she overlaid a real time image from one of her satellites, zooming in on the location. After the computer thought for a moment, she obtained an address. A hotel. "Alright, I got the building. I need you to get me a room number." There was no pause as he rattled it off, and Llidya looked at her phone with a scowl.

"Well why didn't you tell me you already had that information?"

"You didn't ask." With that flip reply, she hung up on him. Chapman turned to the garage, and decided she needed to change.

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The Black Widow pulled up to the hotel, throwing down the kickstand. She was by the service entrance, which was just fine with her. It was near three o'clock in the morning, and not much was happening on the streets. The motorcycle wasn't loud at all, one of the reasons she'd picked it. The Silver Bullet was faster and quieter, but not as manueverable as her bike. She moved to the back entrance, dropping down to one knee to have a go at the lock. Her identity was completely concealed, except by maybe a lycan, but she was hoping the dousing of some experimental pheromone would throw even Ash off. She could only hope. Her outfit was skintight black leather, a matte finish so the light absorbed into the outfit, rather than reflected on it. The only discernable feature was the dark red hourglass symbol on the stomach of the jumpsuit. The helmet she wore was matte black as well, with a smaller matching red hourglass on the back.

After a moment, the lock was turned, and she entered quietly through the back door. The helmet limited her field of vision, but she had a prototype sonar like device built it. It made the damn thing heavy as hell, but to a lycan, it was nothing. No movement.

She moved to the service stairs, and started up them three at a time until she reached the right floor. It was here that she sent the signal through her phone to call Harley. She would pick up a call from a woman's voice, completely artificial and unfamiliar to her. It would sound real, but off, as any artificial voice the company had ever been able to compile. It was something that was still being worked on. As she stepped onto the floor,a cleaning lady was moving into a room, and she stepped around the corner, leaning around to peek. After a moment, the lady pulled the cart into the room with her and the door shut. Perfect. She didn't need an alarm raised before she got to her destination. As she passed one of those random tables they put in hallways with complimentary stuff, she picked up a match book. They were the best thing for cigars, after all.

The Black Widow moved down the hallway, glancing at the room numbers only once to see if they were going up or down, and then her gaze was straight ahead as she counted doors. Ah, here it was. As she stopped before the door, she felt an eerie presence of power. Nothing to deter her, just something to note. Fluid, she dropped to her knee again to look at the electronic lock on the door. A key card. Simple enough. She reached into the hidden pocket on her side, pulling out a small circular device that she attached to the door just below the slot. A twist of the dial, and the light turned green with a small beep. She carefully turned the handle, and plucked the device from the door, sliding it back into the hidden pocket.

As she shut the door, she let her sight adjust to the light, moving stealthily within the room. She had been quiet and smooth before, but now, with the beast within, she was ten times as such. Now that she had accepted the animal, they were getting along quite nicely.

She didn't bother to sightsee, her only objective was to get the laptop. Not on the table, or the desk. Hm...quietly, she moved to the bedroom, and bingo. Lying haphazardly on the floor. Her gaze moved to the lump in the bed, and then to the laptop, deciding the woman was asleep. Not for long if Harley had gotten her message and decided to act on it. A smile curved her lips and she moved to the laptop, bending down to pick it up, rustling a few papers in the process. Her lips set into a line as her thoughts raced. The woman might've been copying shit from the laptop, and well, we just couldn't have that. She straightened, moving to the other room to set the laptop down on the table before moving back to the bedroom. A match was struck, and it was at that sound the woman began to stir. She bent down, carefully lighting a sheet of paper before laying it to catch the others.

She moved to the window and pushed it open, and it was then that the first real movements from the bed happened. The Black Widow was there in a flash, laying a punch to the woman's jaw, her leather clad hand gently bruising the flesh there. The fire was starting to smoke nicely, and she turned to kick all the papers towards the flame. Before the covers caught, she wrapped the woman in them and began dragging her from the room. She wasn't a murderer, after all. In the main room, she took up the laptop.

Out in the hallway, the alarm starting going off, and the cleaning lady ran out of her room, and starting yelling even as she ran for the main stairs. The sight of a person clad all in black dragging a body and carrying a laptop was a little too much for her. She dropped the load of the woman at the elevators and made her way back to the service exit.

She took the stairs over the rails, skipping the landings all together as only a lycan could do. The European sirens peirced the air as she burst outside, shoving the laptop into the small saddlebag that had been mounted just for such a purpose before she hopped on, kicking the bike into gear after igniting the engine. One flashing polizia car screeched around the corner just as she took off, and the pursuit was on!

Underneath the helmet, as the race went through the narrow streets before the cop car had lost her, the Black Widow just grinned.

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Date: Jan 20, 2009
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It was the annoying tuning fork again.  Was she dreaming?  What was that noise? 

Embriella started to shift under the covers, fingers prying at the fabric when something hit her.....hit her hard. 

Her head was pounding, hands tried to reach up towards her face, but they were tangled within fabric.  Her movements began to strength as she paniced, seeing only blackness then shadowy folds of white.  She heard someone yelling, alarms in the back ground.  Eyes narrowing she tore free from the restraints of the bedding to find herself somewhere she didn't recognized.  Employees filled past her, the doorway leading out into the streets was open and firemen were moving in with hoses.  "What the fuck?" She mumbled.

Slowly she collected herself, bare foot standing on soemthing hard as she pushed herself to the floor.  She reached down and took the sheets, shaking them a bit to find out what she had stepped on and her cell phone softly tumbled from the wad of white linen.  She huffed at it, reaching to snatch it from the floor.  She wabbled a bit, her bruised hand holding against the hallway as she started to realize what was happening.

Fire alarms had everyone in a panic.  She shook off her daze and stumbled down the hallway towards another door.  It lead into the lobby where guests were filing out of the hotel to the street.  She watched a few seconds before glancing towards the elevators who had their doors propped open.  Could there really be a fire? 

She pushed her way through the crouwd of people and snuck into the stairway.  Grabbing the rail, she hurled herself up the first two flights of stairs, meeting more and more people as she tried to force her way up to the fourth floor.  Reaching the floor, she pressed her hand to the door pausing.  It was warmish...peeking through the wired glass, she saw smoke.  "Fuck...what the fuck!"

She cracked the door and made her way into the hallway.  There was no firemen on the floor yet, but the sprinkers were going off.  She ran into the hallway and instantly realized the most smoke was billowing from her open door way.  A blank stare took her as she ran towards the door, hair matted down with water and the smoke hung over head.  She instinctly held her breath as she nudged her way into the room.  There was still small fires all about the room, the spriklers had managed to cut the fire into smaller components.  The bed was smoldering, the carpet had a big burnt hole in it.  She glanced around, ignoring her clothes and other belongings, she scanned the desk quickly.  Where was the...."Fucking LAPTOP!"  She remembered quickly she'd flung it to the floor, eyes darting to every corner she could to search for it.  She began to cough, no longer holding her breath, her body soured to the taste of the fire.  She growled as she picked up a half scorched piece of paper.  All of the loose leaf notes had been destroyed.  Shaking her head, her fists  clenching, she was about to throw the phone when it started vibrating in her hand.  The alarm had been set to wake her.  Snapping the phone open, she noticed Tim had tried to call.

"God!  Sex is Sex isn't it?!"

She punched in the numbers for her voicemail as she moved to the desk.  Pulling the drawer open and snatching the bible from within it.  She  rocked her head from side to side as she mocked the recording.

Out in the hallway, she paused outside the door as something hissed into her ear. 

" Hey there one nipple, it's me red head .. Give me a call back, we have a date to plan, hope that nipple got fixed if not I could always make the other breast match quite nicely.. I am off but either call me or I come find you. Hopefully you will make the right choice sweet heart'...oh and a word of advice, ditch the bitch's lap top.. Pronto.. Loke has connections with the police, I know of one woman in particular that may be able to trace the thing. So wise up, you may want to copy a few items off of there first. I know someone who would love to have the information.."

She screamed furiously, prompting a rally of yells from down the hallway, firefighters muscling their way towards her.  She ducked into the stairway and started to decend as quickly as she could with her bum knee.  "Get rid of the lap top....Fucking bitch.  Now you want to tell me?"

She got to the lobby, making her way into the throng of people outside.  She paused, prying open the bible.  A sight of relief as she saw all three thumb drives still in their carved out place in revelations.  Fanning back to the front of the bible, she checked for the dark black maps she'd drawn into the first few chapters.  "God forsaken Lycans want to fuck with me?  I'll fuck right back."  While she may not know who dragged her broken ass down stairs, that twang of the tuning fork was as memorable as the screams of her first victim.



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