02-20-2014, 01:13 PM
Hood wasn't versed on Atharim lore. He hadn't been raised with it, and as such didn't see the world with the same tinted glasses as the Atharim. He'd picked up a bit about the reborn Gods while working in DV, but had never been involved in a hunt for one. Bannik he knew thanks to that run with Rune and Aria some weeks back, but Jann he knew all too well. He shook his head in dismissal at the comparison; Jaxen was an annoying shit, but he wasn't a monster in a man-suit.
The safety was clicked back on and the sawed-off set atop the weight bench, grabbed a cup from near the weight bench and took a long drink of water, then clicked it shut and set it aside again, busying himself with pulling the weights off the bar and returning them to their hooks. "Not staying this time eh? So I don't need to worry about you trying to stab me again?"
He glanced at Rune for a moment, then shook his head and moved to the door to the vault, waving for them to follow.
"I know the kid. He's as shallow as they come, but he's no monster. Can't say if he's one of these 'gods,' but he's not dangerous. Likes to steal things. Not for the value, but for the risk. Broke into the Baccarat. Well, he had an invitation to the party, not to the elevator."
He led them down into the underground sea-can turned hidden weapons locker, flicked on the light switch, then went to a locked filing cabinet.
He seemed to fiddle with the key and a dental pick which he fished into the gap between drawer and cabinet, then opened it to reveal paper files and an incendiary device. Should someone force it open, or even just have the key, the booby-trap would destroy the contents of the cabinet.
From within he pulled a file with Jaxen's name printed on the tab and dropped it on the counter before moving over so they could look at it. The file contained photos and even a thermal image of Jaxen, gleaned from the Baccarat's security systems, and from the time Hood had spent getting the Atharim surveillance team ready. There was an array of articles from newspapers, and even dozens of photos purchased on the cheap from paparazzi. The kid was rich, but not so famous as to make the photos worth much to anyone.
There was even pattern of life notes, although few had been followed through on. The man's clothes were expensive and designer, and could only be found at a few stores. The most recent additions to the file were from a high-class party, linking Jaxen to a woman named Oriena Rusayev, although that hadn't been followed up on as closely as he might have liked either. He'd been busy, and Jaxen hadn't been a 'person of interest' for him since after wiping his hands clean of the surveillance team.
"Reggie. That's this Regus fellow, yes? Get the feeling there aren't many of you lot who would call him that."
So this guy was maybe not so fucking breast-fed indoctrinated as most Atharim. Explained Rune a bit; the girl was block headed and stubborn, but he was pretty sure she could think outside the box if she needed to.
The safety was clicked back on and the sawed-off set atop the weight bench, grabbed a cup from near the weight bench and took a long drink of water, then clicked it shut and set it aside again, busying himself with pulling the weights off the bar and returning them to their hooks. "Not staying this time eh? So I don't need to worry about you trying to stab me again?"
He glanced at Rune for a moment, then shook his head and moved to the door to the vault, waving for them to follow.
"I know the kid. He's as shallow as they come, but he's no monster. Can't say if he's one of these 'gods,' but he's not dangerous. Likes to steal things. Not for the value, but for the risk. Broke into the Baccarat. Well, he had an invitation to the party, not to the elevator."
He led them down into the underground sea-can turned hidden weapons locker, flicked on the light switch, then went to a locked filing cabinet.
He seemed to fiddle with the key and a dental pick which he fished into the gap between drawer and cabinet, then opened it to reveal paper files and an incendiary device. Should someone force it open, or even just have the key, the booby-trap would destroy the contents of the cabinet.
From within he pulled a file with Jaxen's name printed on the tab and dropped it on the counter before moving over so they could look at it. The file contained photos and even a thermal image of Jaxen, gleaned from the Baccarat's security systems, and from the time Hood had spent getting the Atharim surveillance team ready. There was an array of articles from newspapers, and even dozens of photos purchased on the cheap from paparazzi. The kid was rich, but not so famous as to make the photos worth much to anyone.
There was even pattern of life notes, although few had been followed through on. The man's clothes were expensive and designer, and could only be found at a few stores. The most recent additions to the file were from a high-class party, linking Jaxen to a woman named Oriena Rusayev, although that hadn't been followed up on as closely as he might have liked either. He'd been busy, and Jaxen hadn't been a 'person of interest' for him since after wiping his hands clean of the surveillance team.
"Reggie. That's this Regus fellow, yes? Get the feeling there aren't many of you lot who would call him that."
So this guy was maybe not so fucking breast-fed indoctrinated as most Atharim. Explained Rune a bit; the girl was block headed and stubborn, but he was pretty sure she could think outside the box if she needed to.