Dateline: December 28th 2050, 0215 Local Time
The team have just heard an all-points security bulletin about a man who was acting suspiciously outside the Ottoman Hotel, where they’ve been contracted to provide extra security during the infamous Grey Auction. When the police approached the man, he tried to run so one cop hit him with a stunning electrolaser – and the guy blew up!
The hotel’s A.I. has identified the same man as having been in the hotel not a half hour before the incident, having used the restroom on the 5th floor mezzanine casino level before exiting the building quickly, crunched over a bit as if in pain.
Now the team are rushing to that restroom, there to check for any bombs the man might have left behind.
However, just as their elevator arrives at the correct floor, they hear in their comms: “Gamma-Pitbull. This is the reception. We had a street urchin at the desk a moment ago who says you know his father, someone called ‘Stick’ if you can believe that? He has a message – apparently someone called Wilson was at their house asking about you and that you’d know what that meant. Reception out.”
Pitbull goes white and slumps against the side of the elevator. “Aw fuck, why now? Guys, I gotta take care of something, go on without me and I’ll be back as quick as I can.” Mac looks at Pitbull in confusion. “More important than a — I’ve got to hear the story about this later.” He strides towards the restroom as quickly as he can without inspiring panic. As the rest of the team exit the elevator on the 5th floor, overlooking the main casino floor, Pitbull thumbs the elevator for the ground floor and the doors close on him as he checks his pistols.
Pacoy cautiously approaches the rest-room doors, dreading the mess he imagines might be left by a terrorist keistering a bomb. He sees a pair of Hotel security standing outside the restroom doors, directing customers to the fourth floor facilities. For all it is after 2 am, the casino is still full and buzzing. Candyman takes up position outside to easing the public away from the work site, “I’ll keep the riff-raff out, just focus on the bomb” Candy says over comms as Able heads straight up to the security staffers, showing his Ottoman badge as he approaches. Mac quips back, “I’m having trouble focusing on anything else.” as he stacks up behind Able, anxious looking and ready to react to anything he finds in the bathroom when they get inside.