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Like Pico, Twist wasn't above mixing a quick bit of pleasure with her work.
He got the ... hit he wanted. And she got a bit of blood to make up for what she had used earlier to snag him.
As for the work part... Lina wanted the USB stick and Twist was going to use the opportunity found to snag it.
4 successes
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Lina might have located a good spot where she could hide in plain sight but its certainly not ideal for listening in. The Daeva does pick up on sounds from the upper floor: chairs scraping and so forth; there is a burst of voices, echoing from a stairwell. One of the feminine voices rises above the hubbub - "They're just vagrants. We have more important shit..."
Lina detects nothing form the bar on the ground floor. Position and building materials conspire against her.
Three people exit the bar: two women and a man. They head off into the night as a group.
And Twist? Twist has a USB and leaves Pico propped up in his car.
Quick and quiet, snap a couple of photographs of the group from concealment with her camera phone - a PI's stock in trade. Now it was time to make decisions. Adjust the position, listen in on the bar - or follow the group and learn more. Maybe pick one off for questioning, even.
Tough call.
Knowing what more important shit they had seemed relevant. However, this was an intelligence gathering phase and discretion was the better part of valor right now. If Twist was getting the stick, then they'd already been plenty bold. Firing off a text to the Archon, the little Daeva simply wrote, let's head home? They had a lot to add to the growing picture, and so far, they hadn't been detected.
Know when to hold 'em. Know when to fold 'em. Lina broke surveillance and headed for the car. A stop at a computer would get them more of what they needed.
I'm good to have this scene shift to looking at the stuff on the USB if y'all are down?
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Scene is just over time. If I get no response in 2 more days I'll close it off so we can move things forward
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Slipping away from the vehicle and it's dazed occupant, Twist replaced the phone in her pocket with the stick. Tapping the screen she pulls up the two texts, not surprised to see who they are from. A satisfied smile on her lips, she too headed for the vehicle, most satisfied with the evenings work.
Wrapping this one and moving on to the next sounds like a solid plan to me!
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