Dateline: Same day as last session, 1400 local time.
The team have assembled back at Candyman’s lair, tired and windswept. They’ve had a couple of hours to wash, nap, and contact the interested parties. Now, they are awaiting the arrival of various negotiators and bag men. The first to arrive is unexpected. A slim and beautiful Asian woman shows up, telling them that she was given the address by the Emir. She wants to talk about a crashed AV. Mei sizes up the building from outdoors, thinking it an impressive hold for the small size of the group she was told about. Mei is sure she’s being watched from the several broken windows in the tower above – her skin prickles with the knowledge some are probably watching through gunsights.
Francheska comms Candyman on their personal channel: “Father, we have a visitor – I’m sure the first of the day. But she is not on my database. Should I detain her or see her off?” Candyman replies, “Aequitas, it could be someone related to the ‘Ghost’, we did recover it in the Emir’s territory. I’ll be right down, escort her in please.” He turns to the others. “Looks like we might have a visitor”, easing out of his chair and throwing his coat on, he tosses the next words over his shoulder, “might be related to the ‘Ghost’. I’ll be heading down, welcome to come along or enjoy yourself here, I’ll be back shortly regardless.” Pacoy shrugs and joins Candyman, mostly out of curiosity.
Behind them in the rest area they leave Able sitting at a table, the briefcase with the Ghost on it before him. A cable snakes from his neck down to an interface port on the side of the Ghost, and Able has his eyes closed, clearly communing with his interface. He is deep in concentration as information rapidly streams up the interface and into his storage banks, the entire digital signature of the Ghost within the case packaged up and shipped into Able’s skull. This is clearly a taxing process; Able has begun to perspire greatly, and if anyone were to touch the interface it would be quite hot to the touch. Pitbull is lounging in his favorite chair, cleaning and maintaining his Reaper, with a cigarette hanging from his lips while Garrion stays by Able to watch and guard him while he works, supposing that the others can handle everything.
Pitbull locks and loads his Reaper then stands to follow Candy, gun raised in a ready position, but is waved back with a smile, “We don’t need to be rude Pitbull, just guard the ‘Ghost’, more valuable than me anyways.” He goes back to his cleaning, idly watching Able as his own hands glide over the Reaper with assured deftness.
Below, the massive front doors of the former prison slowly lever open on their hydraulic systems, slabs of solid ceramic clad in steel. Mei is surprised to see a slim girl, perhaps 14 or 15, standing in the big doorway with a bouquet of hothouse flowers. the girl speaks: “Ma’am, my Sister has told me to bring you to Father. If you would please come with me.” She turns to lead the way. Mei follows the young girl into the building, the look of confusion at her greeter clearly visible on her brow. "I understand this the hold of man called “Candyman?” I speak with him if possible," her Chinese accent is obvious. The girl bobs a bow, “Yes, Ma’am,” she touches her ear, “Father is on his way down to meet you now.” She gestures to an elevator, the only one in a bank of three that is working. ,The elevator ‘dings’ open and two men step out. Both are slim and dark-haired, well dressed. One nods to the young girl and smiles at her before waving a hand to dismiss her.