(Eyes) Midnight Diner

[Yumyumcrow]

The staff beamed gracefully as he made the donation vanish with practiced ease.

"This way," he said as he briefly disappeared and reappeared with the key. It was obvious he was drawing out the encounter, perhaps hoping for something, perhaps simply wanting the companionship - any companionship - to massage his loneliness.

Once they reached Maverick's lodgings - a corner suite on the ground floor, he handed over the key.

"Just bring it back in the morning, okay? We've had some keys stolen lately and the boss is nervous about it." He gives one last, lingering look before slinking back to his lair.

Mable Psychangel can see the whole pantomime from her hiding place.

To Move Things Along...
Jeff Maverick has a corner suite. It has a single room and a small bathroom with toilet and shower. There is a wardrobe, cupboard and table. An old looking TV. Another big duffel bag down by the side of his bed. A durable laptop and miscellaneous surveillance equipment on the table.

Looks like he does mean business.

If either of you want to hunt around, I'll be asking for Intelligence + Investigation.

[Twist]

Twist knew better than to cold shoulder the man once she had gotten what she wanted. But that didn't mean she had to prolong it either, despite what he wanted. Lifting the key from his offering hand she smiled, giving him something to daydream on, "Of course."

Watching for just long enough to insure he did return to the lair, she quickly shifted into business mode and unlocking the door, slipped inside, careful to leave the door ajar to allow Mable to join her once she felt safe enough doing so.

Scanning the room as she waited for her companion, she noted that despite her initial assumption, the man had been foolish enough to remain in the same room. All the better for them.

"Let's see what we can find out. If we're lucky, he'll return her tonight while we check this" a vague wave at the room at large, and we can question him directly. So- stay alert. She said once Mable was inside.

She herself knew better than to try her luck first with the laptop and instead she moved to kneel at the duffel, quickly unzipping and beginning to poke around.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-06-09 09:01:44		Twist rolls 4 to Search the hotel room (Intel + Inv) (10 Again)		8, 10, 2, 7, 4		2 successes

[Mable Wood]

Mable slips out of her hiding spot once the night staff guy had left the room. She heads to the open door.

"Perfect, I'll keep an eye and ear out for him." Mable shuts the door and cracks the window so she can hear when he pulls up. "Anything good in the bag?" She asked as she looked at the surveillance equipment for memory cards, if nothing else she would get all of those little gems she could find.

  2 successes for searching

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-06-09 15:05:28		mable wood rolls 3 to searching room (10 Again)		9, 10, 2, 6		2 successes

[Yumyumcrow]

Mable checks the equipment thoroughly. No memory cards - Maverick has enough wits to keep them in a separate place, it seems. There are other materials on the table as well, duct tap, odds and ends for useful for urban camoflage. And way more surveillance equipment than he needs to put a watch on a single back alley.

Twist inspects the bag. Another heavy duty laptop. Some more surveillance equipment and the tools to hide them. There is packaging for a gun as well, and a box of bullets. The packaging is empty, and a third of the bullets are missing. The Daeva notes something else as well: hidden under the bed is a locked box.

[Twist]

"Laptop. More camera stuff." She pushes slightly at the gun package. "You must have scared him earlier... it looks like he is armed now. We will have to be careful when we find him."

Frowning, she notes the locked box.

"There is another box..." she says trailing off as she drops the gun packaging back into the duffel and reaches to grab the new box. Pulling it out from its hiding place she will give it a once over, looking to see how durable it is.

"I assume you did not find a key earlier that would conveniently fit this lock?"

[Mable Wood]

Mable tried to think about the keys. She closed her eyes and imagined the scene at the car. "He may have it on his car key chain. He had several keys on it."

Mable started checking drawers and the table tops for possible shit dumb luck of finding a key. "Can you break the lock? or do you want me to try?" she was sure Twist could break it but she might not want to herself.

As she looked she said to herself as much as to Twist, "I really need to buy a gun."

[Yumyumcrow]

There is no key to unlock the box. Not in the room, anyway. It would appear that Maverick keeps that on his person.

[Twist]

"Guns are loud," is the simple reply that Mable receives regarding the need to acquire munitions.

Lifting the box, she evaluated its weight and construction. "If need be, I am sure that the contents could be revealed. But let us hold off on such for now. The time limit we have is on talking to him. This," she rapped the top of the case lightly, "Might simply be his porn."

"Do we stay and wait for him here? And risk him not returning till dawn, leaving them trapped in a shitty motel room as easy prey. "Or do we see if we can track him down at his usual hangouts."

From the way she rested her hand on the case it was clear that either way they decided, she intended on maintaining possession of the case. After all... worst case, they had to bail the investigation this night and see if they couldn't use it as a lure to get him to come to them.

Even if it was just porn.

[Yumyumcrow]

Its a light metal case about the size and dimensions of a small briefcase. Light grey in colour; dented and scarred through ware and tear. The lock is a simple little thing: it won't take much to crack but it will require tools to do so. Of course, one might simply try and rip the light frame apart - if one was willing to spend the time and the Blood.

Some things rattle and slide within.

[Mable Wood]

Mable thought a moment, "I think we should track him down. While I don't mind hanging out in the woods, being in the city I feel restless and impatient."

Looking at the case, Mable gave a little nod. "Yup, we should keep that with us. And these." She grabbed the bullets. She knew it wouldn't stop him but maybe cause a little extra inconvenience. She wanted to break all the equipment but controlled herself. She would turn the bullets over to Ale. Maybe she could repurpose them.