Superheroes of the Trust Game Thread II

[kirinke]

"Someone trying to mess with baseball games? What does the Russian mafia think this is, tennis?"

Nitro follows the others up to the boxes. "I think I saw Tommy Lasorda up here once. Won't be much space left to hide if you're in his box. Except behind him."

Hope shrugged. "There's big money involved in games, both legal and illegal. Wherever you have anything involving betting, you will eventually get criminal elements involved. "

 

[DM_Matt]

So....

 

[Shayuri]

Ms. White pages Viridian. "Hey, I see they've left you behind on their little baseball adventure. If you wanna talk spells or whatever, I have some time right now."

Thessaly looks up from the paperback she's reading in the library. It's a battered, dog-eared 'romantic adventure' novel that's missing half its cover. She picks up the page and replies, "They offered, but I wasn't really feeling like a night out. But yeah, I'd love to talk. Where should I go?"

She stuffs the paperback in her back pocket and gets up to follow White's directions.

 

[Vanifae]

Apollo basks in his literal glow, sitting up in his now disheveled bed* "Hey how yah feeling?"

*Assumptions of course... she may be a chaste and a noble woman!

 

[Jemal]

So....

Waiting on results of post 510...

Optic concentrates his senses, trying to locate any cameras within the suites. (See if there's wires heading in, or signals coming out via super sight senses and radio-sense datalink.) If he does locate something, he tries to tap in and look into both rooms. If he can't, or is unsuccsesful at tapping in, he shrugs and knocks on the door.

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Computers +16 if needed.
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[DM_Matt]

Waiting on results of post 510...

(My bad)

One attempted tap detects a corporate computer and security system corresponding to a corporation called Hyperion Exports. Interestingly, the system includes some other features. It seems to be also tied to the FBI. It seems surveillance and security info from this box is sent back to an FBI computer system. No one is in there though.

The other one does not seem to have surveillance, but while it might take a while for him to get into the systems, he can tell who owns them: Wolfsohn, Sheppard, & Doe

 

[kirinke]

Hope breaks out into a grin at the information. "Looks like my old buddies are as interested in Wolfson as we are." she chuckled. "Let's go rain on the big bad wolf's parade, hay?"

 

[Jemal]

"No, wait.. this is weird.. THAT one is being watched by the FBI, and the OTHER one is registered to the big bad lawyers. Hmm. well, that I'll figure out later. Right now.."

Optic knocks on the Wolf's door (You said the other 'appeared' empty through the surveilance, right?), while simultaneously trying to remember anything about Hyperion Exports (Eidetic memory, +9 Know:Business).
If someone answers, Optic smiles as he glances around the room (I have extended and radius sight so should be able to see the whole room). If he doesn't see the man they're after, he drops the smile and looks apologetic "Oh, apologies sir, wrong room" (Bluff +16)

 

[DM_Matt]

"No, wait.. this is weird.. THAT one is being watched by the FBI, and the OTHER one is registered to the big bad lawyers. Hmm. well, that I'll figure out later. Right now.."

Optic knocks on the Wolf's door (You said the other 'appeared' empty through the surveilance, right?), while simultaneously trying to remember anything about Hyperion Exports (Eidetic memory, +9 Know:Business).
If someone answers, Optic smiles as he glances around the room (I have extended and radius sight so should be able to see the whole room). If he doesn't see the man they're after, he drops the smile and looks apologetic "Oh, apologies sir, wrong room" (Bluff +16)

HE is a tech exporter. Clean record.

A large man in a suit opens the door, and Optic sees several fancily-dressed folks in the room, a couple more apparent guards like the one who answered the door, and Mikhail. There is a huge buffet spread out.

One of the fancily-dressed men approaches the door and says "I am Louis Doe, and this is private property. This box is owned by WSD, and you have no right to enter. Now leave."

 

[Victim]

Apollo basks in his literal glow, sitting up in his now disheveled bed* "Hey how yah feeling?"

*Assumptions of course... she may be a chaste and a noble woman!

(Not any more, if she ever was.)

"Wonderful." She flops down on the bed. "And sort of dizzy, actually."