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BACKDATED TO 2/26

WHO: Anyone who wants to participate in the hotel assault! Brainwashees still at the hotel also welcome to give folks trouble.
WHERE: Seminar hotel!
WHEN: Evening of 2/26
WHAT: Kitty gets killed to smuggle information out to the resistance; Miles organizes a break-in to get that shit out.
WARNINGS: Some violence! Will edit as needed.

[ Miles has tapped as many people as he thinks is safe - in other words, anyone who wants to come - and has split the party up into two different teams. Distractors, for the louder and more fighty types, who really just want to punch Russians in the face. And the searchers, who'll be solid snaking it up and searching the various toilet tanks in the hotel trying to find the packet of information that Kitty left behind. Punch things! Sneak around! Antics for everyone. ]

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[ There's a whole lot of chaos going on outside the hotel here. Guards everywhere, armed and dangerous, and the very real potential of LACKEY remotely shutting down powers from afar. The goal here is to make as much noise as possible without killing anyone, so the search team can get in safely and quietly...

Your glorious(ly insane) instigator is here to give pointers if you need a little strategy, but mostly? The goal is to cause as much mayhem as possible. ]

[ And for the softer, squishier, or just plain quieter members of the group, there's the actual approach into the hotel itself. Miles knows the flashdrive has been put into the toilet tank of one of the toilets here ... and that's about it. If there's enough people on this route, he'll request that folks split up in twos or threes and fan out; if there's only a few, then you're stuck with him along for the ride.

Either way, the goal is the same: find the flash drive and get out as fast as possible. Preferably before LACKEY realizes and starts neutralizing their powers too. Miles has an escape route planned, but only if his powers survive that long... ]

[ This is where Miles is directly active. It's easy enough for someone his size to slip past the initial confusion, and he finds a side door that he can unlock from the inside. He holds it open for anyone following him specifically, shooing them inside. ]

Hurry up. We need to go as fast as we can.

[ She's got her armor on for the extra protection and there's no way she's letting Miles go too far before she gets that video she promised Garrus. Yes, there's the greater plan of the assault and the extraction of data, but an extra bit of cash on the side for something she has a feeling Miles is going to do anyway is a nice bonus.

At least she'll be there to yank him back if needed. She already has her helmet's camera rolling to record combat footage as she moves forward, rifle at the ready. ]

I'm moving. You're sure this is the right way?

{Where Miles is tonight, Ken is. Usually he's able to simply summon a spear, but he's not about to risk his powers being dampened in the middle of this. Carried over one shoulder and standing almost twice as tall as the boy himself is one long, heavy spear that he'll be using to protect Miles tonight. And his Evoker just in case he decides he needed to break another five dozen bones anyway.

Honestly, Ken would work better being a distraction -- his personality isn't as loud as most, but the Russians know his face and he's good at causing mayhem -- and he's also dying to punch a few Russians as well. But this is also more important, and he stands a little bit off to the side with his attention focused on any guards that might be coming their way.]

You're crazy, Miles-san. You know that? [He sounds almost too enthusiastic for the comment to hold any impact though.]

[ She won't have to wait long. Miles is already eying his surroundings, clearly itching for a fight ... He strides ahead of her, despite being the squishier target, and keeps his eyes peeled for guards. ]

No, not especially. But it's further in. And I know it's in a toilet tank in here somewhere ...

[ Miles just grins back at his newest, tiniest bodyguard. The man himself is unarmed, save for a rather pretty dagger at his belt; he suspects it won't come down to using it. Miles relies on his tongue and his wits first, after all. That spear though ... he's rather impressed by Ken's form. Perhaps he could get lessons on it later. ]

Hmm? What's the reason this time? If you mean going into danger, I'm sorry to say that's quite normal for me.

[ Charles couldn't move fast enough to help with anything like extraction but so long as he was within a 35 square mile radius he could definitely help with distraction. Perhaps not the fun, blow things up, knock people over the head type of distraction but distraction all the same.

Positioning himself in a spot that was well covered, yet gave him as much vantage point on the hotel as possible, he settled his fingertips against the side of his temple and got to work. It was a little vexing, when he first realized that not every Soviet mind was accessible but no matter, there were enough minds laid vulnerable to his telepathy for Charles to make mischief.

Illusions mostly, if he ran into a group where only one Soviet was vulnerable, he utilized that soldier to cause chaos for the others. Mental projections were equally useful as he tried to cover or at least draw attention away from the imPorts infiltrating the hotel.

And if he could manage all this with as little bloodshed as possible, well ... that was more a personal goal than anything. ]

[ She's already running scans on the area. Tracking the plumbing and flow of water to the bathrooms will be easy and she's already sending him a feed of the nearby floor layout and piping. ]

Is there a reason you're throwing yourself in the line of fire?

[ Gosh. He sure does love working with Tex even more now that he has his combat armor. He's not wearing it now for various reasons, but he's taken out the faceplate with diagnostic functions and is wearing it over his head like a clear welder's mask. Making tactical calculations as he goes, considering his potential options. He follows along one likely looking pipe, weaving neatly down the corridors without stopping. ]

I don't lead from behind, Tex.

[ She's sending along calculations of her own, of the strategic advantages of their locations and probability of enemy assault from various entry points. All ever-changing as their scenery does.

She's matching his stride because if he's not going to let her take the lead, she's going to at least be right there when trouble hits. ]

I thought you were an Admiral? Or do all of your fleet commanders dive into the fray and risk their lives?

[ Even better. He can't help but grin over at her the more information he gets. God, but he's missed having this info on hand. It's almost like home.

No trouble at all to keep up with him; his legs are still short no matter how fast he walks. ]

The nice thing about being a mercenary is that I get to make the rules.

[ It's information she generates naturally as a combat AI and it might as well go to her ally's use.

She can't help but grumble, ] How much of a mercenary are you really?

[ But she's not going to blow his cover. Even if she's questioning his leadership tactics. That might be something to bother his esteemed father about later. ]

You're sure it's in bathroom somewhere?

[If there was one thing Jim Kirk was good at, it was getting attention on himself.

Causing a barrier to materialize out of thin air was enough to surprise a couple of them into being a little too quick to the trigger, stunners bouncing off and hitting their own. Jim made the barrier move to box them in as well as shove them towards each other.It served to protect himself when he came out of a hallway disarming as many Soviets as he could in hand to hand combat.

Both hands had extended fingers, thumbs acting as makeshift triggers in order to channel his energy into stunner fire, taking down the ones that got past his barrier.

He'd do what it took to make sure the others got the time they needed. Kitty sacrificed a lot to get them that information and he'd make damned sure it didn't go to waste.]

Plenty mercenary enough. Especially for all the fun parts.

[ He just grins and continues forward. ]

That's the intel I have. We'll adapt if not, but --

[ Wait. Shit. There's a guard just around the upcoming corner. Miles goes silent instantly but does not stop inching forward. ]

[ Miles is waiting, waiting, ready for his opportunity once it comes up. Until then he's behind Jim for the moment, watching him go. ]

That's impressive, Lieutenant.

[ She rolls her eyes and is about to reply when her scanners pick up the guard. Her camouflage unit activates to give herself cover and--

Why is he still moving? It's only one guard, but it doesn't take much for the alarms to go off. The stream of information to his HUD stops to be replaced by a message.

Where do you think you're going? ]

[ He waves her off, still approaching silently. The guard is facing away from him, and he can just about reach him ...

Tex better have that camera ready. ]

[ Oh, she has her camera rolling. The guard hasn't noticed them yet, so there's less threat there. She's running mental calculations (ones she's keeping to herself) of how likely he is to make it to the guard before he's noticed.

If he's quiet enough...

She'll give him a few more seconds to see what he's up to. She's tensed and at the ready to jump in if needed. ]

[ He is very quiet, at least. And long years of having to play dirty in fights has taught him quite a lot. He kicks out the guard's knees from behind to get him to kneel, then gets him in a chokehold once his neck is down at Miles' level. He's ... not quite strong enough to knock the man out, though he's trying. The guard struggles against him ... and then realizes he can just. Stand up.

So the guard stands him. And Miles is suddenly the most awkward piggybacker here. Still holding on while the guard curses and reaches for his knife. ]

[ Goddammit, Miles almost had him. At least with the chokehold the idiot can't cry for his friends to help. Miles is right in the line of fire, not to mention the noise it'd make, so she resorts for a slightly more subtle approach.

Camera still rolling and her camouflage unit in gear, she's moving quickly beside the pair to use the butt of her rifle to bat the knife away from him before smashing it against the back of the man's skull. Not hard enough to kill, but he'll have a nasty concussion when he's up and moving again. ]

[The Luggage has been waiting all week. Since its master's first day at the Seminar (and the box's one-guard luncheon) it has been dutifully attempting to wreak havoc on the hotel. But every time it got too close some thing would manage to magic away across miles and miles, forcing The Luggage and its multitude of feet to go running across the countryside until it was back in range - at which point the process would begin again.

As imagined, this has made The Luggage (which has never learned the meaning of 'failure' or 'forgiveness') very angry.

While it lacks the sentience to regard its situation as the stroke of convenient timing and luck that it is, the murderous box knows at the core of its wood that an opportunity lies before it; an opportunity to cause screaming and destruction, which are two of its very favorite things to cause. So while LACKEY is momentarily occupied, the official distraction team can enjoy a very unofficial new distraction member, whose entire current goal seems to be to chase, devour, or otherwise stomp on whatever Russian-uniformed people get in the way of its barreling, wooden weight. Expect for the next two hours a multitude of confused soldiers, the thunderous patter of short, pink legs, a few smashed walls, and a gaping, terrifying maw.]

[Jim grabs the weapons, assessing the first one for a few seconds before disassembling it and tossing a few parts aside, doing it for each one except the last two he finds.

He's been itching to let loose some energy and this was his element. He hardly feels the mental or physical strain of using multiple powers at once with the adrenaline coursing through him.]

Feels good to be doing something, finally.

[He hands Miles the (now locked) stunner for defense, but gives him a hard look.]

You should be with the other team.

[ Miles goes down with him, wincing as a firm crack of bone sounds. Well, shit. There goes something in his arm. He detangles himself a moment later, holding the broken limb gingerly. Thank god Ken is along so he can get this taken care of right away. ]

... Excellent reflexes. Thank you.

Oh, I quite agree. On doing something I mean.

[ He waves a hand breezily. ]

I'll join the others shortly, I promise. Once the moment is right. But I don't lead from the back.

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