Zones (Apocalyptic Roleplay)

Neko shrugs, though by his zone number it could be obvious.

Qwyn: *.......* Well, alright then, the usual. Is there something you need or is this a coincidence?

Neko nods his head to the last one.

Qwyn: *nods* Cool, alright.... *she shifts uncomfortably*

Carissa: *a nock comes at their door... She pulls one of her straps down and ruffles her hair... She cautiously opens the door slightly and peers out...* uhm... Yes?

Pyre: *appears at the end of the hall with the woman, she is laughing drunkenly and he seems to be acting foolish, he sees Carissa through the open door and stares for an imperceptible moment before returning his gaze to the woman on his arm and smiling*

Receptionist: uhm... Pardon me but there seems to be a slight mistake in your reservation... The name is the same however the gentleman doesn't seem to be the one I expected... Uhm... I was under the impression that your husband was... Shall we say... Someone else...

Carissa: *knows she has to save this situation... She speaks softly* well uhm... Yes... He isn't my husband... I would appreciate your discretion in this matter... I wouldn't want for anyone to... Shall we say... Assume things...

Receptionist: *gives a knowing smile* ah... I'll try not to let it slip then..

Carissa: *discreetly hands her some money* perhaps your lips will be less likely to slip now...

Receptionist: of course *takes the money and walks back down the hallway...*

Carissa: *shuts the door*

Pyre: *notes the receptionists claim and the ease that Carissa handled the situation with, he's suspicious but has no time to be distracted. He leans towards the woman and whispers something to her, his teeth graze her ear lightly and she laughs and fumbles with her room card, the door opens and the two disappear inside*

Carissa: *walks back into the main area of the suite... She pulls her strap back up and fixes her hair she sighs and try's to decide where she will sleep*

Pyre: *the woman is very drunk at this point, he tells her to wait for a moment then comes out with two glasses of wine, one of which he has drugged to make her pass out. Yatta yatta she's unconscious on the bed. He ruffles her hair a bit at tosses the sheets around to make the scene convincing before taking off his suit and changing into his regular "work" clothes*

Spard: *comes back out of the other room, and looks at Carissa* I heard someone at the door, what was that about?

Carissa: our cover was nearly blown... We don't have much time... She won't stay quiet for long... Turn around...

Spard: *quickly turns around, not even questioning*

Pyre: *puts on gloves, sterilizes the wine glass to rid all traces of the drug, and wipes the door as well as anything else he's touched. He is a gentleman and has been fighting with his conscience for a bit, he looks to the woman, then proceeds to remove her clothing, averting his eyes as much as possible, then covers her with the sheets again. He tosses her clothes around the room to finish the scene. He tosses his suit in the garbage incinerator and sits down. Waiting*

Spard: How did they figure out our cover? *still waiting for Carissa to do whatever it is*

Carissa: *the sound of a zipper unzipping and then cloth sliding off can be heard... She rapidly pulls on some tights, a black tank, a jacket, and a skirt that doesn't restrict movement* apparently the receptionist was expecting a different man to come with me... Which means she knows that your id is fake... You can turn around now...

Spard: *turns around and looks at Carissa* How did she know it was supposed to be someone else?

Pyre: *looks to his watch, it is almost time, he peers out if the door's lens, the politician walks down the hall with his wife and enters his room*

Carissa: there is a leak somewhere... I'll take care of it when we finish this job...... *she opens her suitcase... She has a small explosive and her dagger* ok...  I'm going to plant this where no one will get hurt... I'll be back in five minuets... There will be panic soon after I get back... At that point I need you to get the guard's attention.... They will be standing right outside the target's door... Just don't get caught... I'll slip in the target's room from the ceiling and take care of him... When I come part way out I need you to say you heard something in the room... Hopefully they will check and we will have a chance to flee with the terrified tenants... *before he can react she carefully crawls up to the ceiling... She carefully opens the door pearling out but keeping unseen...*

Spard: Do I kill him?

Carissa: The guard? Sure... I don't like guards anyway... *she slips from the room... When she returns about four minuets have passed... She drops back into their room* ok... *she starts counting down for the blast..*

Spard: *moves into position*

Carissa: *smiles and suddenly a loud bang can be heard... The walls quiver slightly with the shock from the explosion... She climbs back onto the ceiling and then starts towards the door that will soon burst open*

Spard: *runs out into the hallway and punches the guard then runs off*

*the guard pulls his gun and yells something... The door opens and four other security men run from the target's room... She scrambles in.. Two guards left... She easily slips past on the ceiling and into the man's bedroom... He is scrambling to get his coat on...*

Carissa: *drops down silently jabbing her blade through his lung so he can't scream... She then stabs it through his upper vertebra effectively killing him... She carves her asassin symbol into his face and chest... She climbs back to the ceiling and takes off to the hall... She drops down making and sheathes her blade... She takes off at a dainty run squealing like the other women fleeing from their rooms*

Guard: *sees him and is about to cut him off*