[sblock=Avatar reads the guard's mind]
God-damn supers. Always running around, thinking the world revolves around them. They're just a bunch of bastards.
The boss wants them to come up, that's fine with me. I don't want to get tangled up in cape business, but it's funny how people are so drawn to him. It's like he's got a magnetic personality. (Internal laugh) That was a good one.
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[sblock=Delta traces the signal]The signal is coming from somewhere in the top floor of the building. It's a simple two-way walkie-talkie system.[/sblock]
As the elevator doors slide open on the 103rd floor, you're greeted by an elderly man in an old-fashioned waistcoat and bow tie. His bespectacled face is creased with lines from frowning, and his gray hair is combed back to reveal a craggy, cerebral forehead.
"Good evening," he says, extending his wrinkled hand toward Franklin. "My name is Max Eisenhardt. How do you do?"
His politeness is somewhat unnerving as he escorts you into his spectacular apartment. All the furnishings are a dour chrome, and his window looks out over the panoramic New York skyline.
"Now, you're here about my artifact, I'm sure. I'm afraid I'm not quite at liberty to discuss the nature of the object. You see, I'm holding it for a dear friend. He found it...rather dangerous. It was taken by a gang of those masked thugs. They must have had good intelligence to find me here."
He coughs into a white handkerchief, looks at it disappointedly, and his gaze moves to Delta, whom he looks at with a sense of distaste..
"You see, this apartment is on the 103rd floor, and any of you who've done your research know that this building only has one-hundred and two floors. Two the layman, I live in a place that does not exist."
Max moves behind a counter and pours water from a handsome steel pitcher into a quintet of glasses. He brings the water to you on a tray.
"I brought one for each of you, except for you, miss." He looks at Delta. "Does your model drink water?"
