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  1. Olga L. Glebovi

    Olga L. Glebovi Agent

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    It had taken the poor stylist almost 4 hours to straighten Olga's hair, then another hour to restyle it into a french twist when they discovered that the party's theme had changes from 1001 Arabian Nights to American 1920's gangster.

    "[I think I'd have preferred the veils]" she told her date, Dimitri, as she surveyed the room over her 5th glass of "weak-as-sh***" Champaign. He only nodded, hinting at his disappointment in not being able to wear the Ifrit outfit she had picked out for him.

    "[Why are we here again?]" She inquired after a full minute of boredom.

    "[Because we need his money and he needs our territories.]" Dimitri said as he gestured towards the famous eggplant in the middle of the room.

    "[Oh. Right.]"

    Olga hated dealing with politics and often left that work to thinkers like Dimitri. However, it was her security racket on the line, so she had to make an appearance - even if she mearly posed as arm candy.

    She had been dolled up and forced to wear a pair of stilettos with a black mermaid gown that made walking impossible. She looked exquisite, but felt idiotic whenever she had to shuffle herself from one spot to another.

    "[Ugh. It'll be years before we can talk to him. I'm going to the ladies room.]"

    She abandoned her date before he could protest and downed the rest of her drink. The mercenary then hunted down a replacement flute and shuffled out into the hallway, where she threw away her shoes. Who would notice she wasn't wearing them under her floor-length fabric tournaquit anyway?

    The new glass of champagne was half gone when she noticed a couple of guys going on about tails. She paused as something about the one range a bell in her head, but she could place where she had seen him before.

    Olga was about to go up the the man an ask, but Dimitri had sought her out. ["They're seating people. We have to go back in"].

    Damn it. Olga's face read her displeasure as she followed her face man back inside. This party better pan out or I just might kill someone.
     
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  2. Acton Roux

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    The mysterious woman that pulled him out of confusion gave Acton a clearer understanding of the current situation. Without much interpolation, he began moving towards communicating her message to Vic the Slick.

    Ideally, the doctor was well utilised as VILE's messenger in addition to his other roles. He was quiet, very discrete, and extremely low in profile as he travelled only 'dans la nuit'. The party's booming atmosphere grew sombre for an instance prior to the entrance of a gaudy man of clear opulent tastes. He walked in a distinctive swagger past Acton and into the main areas where he may more greatly show his power. This was a man, Roux noted, who must have grown up with humble means and granted greater wealth quickly and unscrupulously.

    After the precession moved away, Acton Roux ducked into the Brazilian air so he may privately communicate.

    "Alors -V- où es tu?" he sent to the Conman, "J'ai quelque chose d'elle."

    As he glanced back while awaiting a reply, the doctor deciphered with some curiosity that the opulent man was now eying someone. Former acquaintances, perhaps?

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  3. Molly

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    "He's always checking his phone and then looking up for cameras or something," Molly observed. She caught the dark haired man's glance and immediately looked away, alarmed that he may have seen her staring at him.

    To her luck, the live band began to play a slow tune. She pulled Nace closer to the dance floor, mindful to keep within sight of both the man and the ballroom's only exit.

    "Hope you know how to slow dance, boyscout," the blonde goaded.

    Since arriving in Rio two days ago, Nace lived up to his image of being a straight arrow, if not edging on over-restrained. The previous night, while having pasteis at a street food stall, a pre-carnival parade passed by and the two of them were pulled into an impromptu Samba. Molly remembered her steps from a dance lesson with Gudrun Nygård, but was surprised to see Nace joining her. He was by no means a master of the Latin dance, but he didn't protest once and she couldn't remember seeing him laugh that much in the entire time she'd known him.

    Clearing her mind of the previous night's thoughts, and getting back to the mission Molly placed a hand on Nace's shoulder and moved so that he could get a view of their suspect, "He's not still looking this way is he?"
     
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  4. Nace Bilby

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    "Good observation." Nace commented at Molly's answer to his question.

    The band playing the slow song was one that caught Nace's attention, not the least due to the fact that Molly had pulled him closer and he found himself facing the lovely blonde, her left hand in his right, his left hand finding itself at the flair of her hip.

    He found himself smiling and remarked, "I do know how to slow dance, contrary to popular belief."

    The he past two days of Rio had been quite an interesting experience for Nace. The moment of the Sudden Samba as he would later call it was one that he wasn't likely to soon forget. He admittedly had practically no knowledge of Latin dance, and having told Molly this he let her lead that particular dance. He had enjoyed it, laughing with her.

    Having to double up during the trip also meant for some moments also that he wasn't likely to forget. For instance there had been the argument about both of them sharing the bed the first night. Molly had actually been lying on the floor in protest over the matter before they both wound up using the bed. The first nights had passed normally but the most recent one would pass with them having awakened spooning, with Molly holding on to one of his hands as they did so.

    That had led to a discussion or rather almost did before work intervened and they had to get ready for this great stake out.

    He felt Molly's hand move from his right hand to his shoulder and Nace felt both of them moving closer, his other hand finding itself around her waistline. Hardly the time to be thinking of how her closeness was causing his heart rate to go up slightly.

    Bloody complicated. But for once bloody complicated isn't bad. Nace thought and Molly moved and Nace also got a look at Vic before quickly returning to look into Molly's eyes, "Not that I noticed, he seemed to be glancing at his phone this time around."

    Right, work now and sort out this feelings bit later. Nace thought. These past forty eight hours were the first time he had enjoyed any interval of time with a woman in a long time.
     
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  5. Sophie

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    From behind the intricate ripples of her pelagic mask, her features coloured in contrition. "I'm terribly sorry," the apology came briskly, "are you all ri--"

    But the doctor never got to complete her question as her companion interrupted the words with a dramatic charade of concern over the entrance of the masked stranger, Barbas Chuate seemingly quite forgot. At the distraction, Sophie made a quick study of the jester before her. His mask was familiar and with the awareness of the number of VILE agents in the venue, the astute lady had made her deduction of his identity quickly enough: Joe Kerr. She remembered reading his dossier for a directive in the Russian Far East.

    In the crowded room and with most of its occupants focused on the entrance of Barbas Chuate or the festivities about, Sophie was relieved that the exhibition of tricks from Evgeni derived no additional attention. With a smile, she placed a hand on the checkered arm of her companion to calm him and directed her words to both men, "I'm all right. There was no harm done."

    “That’s a relief,” replied the Jester, conveniently ignoring the antics of her counterpart.

    “Let me guess, he--” Joe stopped to gesture at the Russian, “would be the jealous boyfriend?”

    Her smile did not falter as Sophie turned to glance at Evgeni. "Hardly," came the good-natured reply as she wrapped an arm around his, "he knows I only have eyes for him."

    Evgeni grinned like a champion.

    With that, she extended a hand towards Joe, "My name is Selma Elysia. You do not seem local."

    Taking the hand, Joe planted a chaste kiss on it and gave a quick gentlemanly bow.

    “Giuseppe Salvatore, and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms Elysia. And what is the name of this lucky man who is your date?”

    “My name’s Geno Mikhalov,” the Russian answered with his alias, “You’re talk to lucky man.”

    “I do not doubt it,” replied Joe with a hearty laugh.

    Behind the laugh, Joe quickly appraised the couple in front of him. They did not seem local, and lacked the distinct air of the other celebrities in attendance. He also knew they weren’t VILE, which left only two possibilities; either they were associated with Barbas Chuate or they were associated with ACME, the latter of which seemed a far more appealing option.

    “So, what brings such a lovely couple to a place such as this? No doubt you yourselves are not locals either.”

    The Russian attempted his most haughty expression and raised his nose ludicrously. “Da, we’re not locals! How you’re think? We’re gots more ruble in Brazil than Brazil’s gots ruble.” He winked, obviously very convinced in the intelligence of his response.

    Without batting an eyelid, Joe turned to the Russian’s better half, “Uh… I’m terribly sorry but my Russian isn’t very good. Would you care to translate?”

    "He means--” Sophie laughed and waved her hand lightly, “the art, the beach, the Carnival... It's all very exciting," The look in her eyes was sharp as they settled back upon Joe, assessing his mask, his body language, and the outfit he wore. "What about you? Are you here for the carouse or for reasons more vile?"

    Behind his mask, the Jester let out a wry grin. Contemplating his words, his responded carefully but cheerfully. “I assure you, Ms Elysia, that unlike you and your partner, I am here strictly for pleasure.”

    At that moment, the band began to play a slow song.

    “Speaking of pleasure, may I have this dance, Ms Elysia?”

    Turning to ‘Geno’ he added, “...with your permission of course, Mr Mikahlov.”

    If Evgeni seemed complaisant, it must have been because of the audacity of the request, but Sophie only turned to grant her partner an impish wink, the play of light on her mask as she stepped forward to take the proffered hand, “You may.”
     
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  6. Lee

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    Lee Jordan as 'Jason Teil' was under cover among Barbas Chuate's team. He adjusted his suit a little as the kingpin made his way into the room. ACME agents were impressive, all of them acting completely natural, but Jordan knew all eyes were on Chuate tonight.

    The suspected drug lord was under watch by a lot of international organizations, but he's been keeping a nice clean backdrop recently. Lee's job was to figure out an opening for Barbas, something feasible that he'd make an offer on. But so far, chances have been nil. To fully avoid entrapment charges, the agency needed to do this by the book. Barbas had to make the offer on his own. And as the weeks passed Jordan became increasingly frustrated. This was way they needed the Carnival Sting-op, and why they needed to finally make physical the mythical Swiss Banker Dominic Geiser.

    Lee shook hands with Barbas and the larger man made huge hand gestures, exerting the fact that this was his town, and he was surrounded by his people. It was a show to make sure Jordan trusted him, and this was a good sign.

    Ushers started seating people for a little dinner and entertainment, and Chuate was sat at table number 1, in the middle of the room and closest to the stage. To his left and right were a few empty seats, guests privately invited who haven't yet arrived, and Lee Jordan or 'Jason Teil' stood in waiting.

    "And where is your banker?" Barbas cocked his head towards the disguised agent. It was the question Lee dreaded most, but he played it as calmly as he could.

    "Mr. Geiser should be arriving soon," his reply wasn't entirely to the kingpin's satisfaction and Chuate shrugged before turning away. Jordan exhaled. @Tanya Erzin would be bringing in Dominic Geiser any minute now.
     
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  7. Jason West

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    A small smile flitted across Derrin’s face at the familiar voice.

    “Didn’t know you were here too.” Then, to answer his query. “Yeah. Bodyguards at the West door, and they’re lookin’ antsy. Must mean that Grub’s making his way here. What do you think I should do?”

    “Enter with them, and see what you can pick up. I’ll be recording.” Jason replied.

    “They should be seating for dinner soon.” the young woman noted, pretending to be interested in a chipped nail as the bodyguards strolled by. “Do you think you can get me close enough to their table to record anything?”

    “I think I can get you close enough if I can change the electronic seating charts…”

    “You’re going to have to be quick.”

    “...and I’m in. All changed. You’ll be sitting at the table next to his.”

    Derrin entered the room tentatively, and was led to her seat by an usher, who sure enough seated her to the right of the center table, well within earshot of the high profile group. She picked up the gilded seating card with her alias Catalina Flores printed on it with wonderment.

    “You’re good.”

    “I certainly try my best when it comes to these things. Wouldn’t want you getting a scratch on that little peashooter of yours.” Jason replied.

    “Is that all for now, Control?” Derrin asked pointedly, trying not to scowl.

    “Thats it for now.”
     
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  8. Mikal

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    [ This post involves moving the party and NPC Barbas Chuate. It has been approved by @Ivy ]

    From his position in the shadows Mikal Darsha could see Lee Jordan trying to smooth things over with Barbas Chuate. It did not seem to be going well. Very close by, @Derrin was the nearest agent to the pair, having gotten her alias of Catalina Flores on the seating chart thanks to ACME's @Jason West. She would be the best backup in case anything goes awry.

    As the lights began to dim, some people were seated while others were still dancing or had standing positions. Through his microphone Mikal heard chatter that there were some unexpected guests, possibly thieves from a different organization, though his mission objective was to watch Barbas, and that would be what he focused on. He would let ACME's trained team deal with that for now.

    There was a small pre-opening announcement of the party's guests of honors and sponsors. Barbas Chuate made a big show by standing at his table and bowing, then he smiled broadly when his charitable feats were mentioned.

    Mikal was jarred by a tap on his shoulder and the Israeli turned to see @Tanya and a suited man. It took him two seconds to recognize that the second guest was @Chase Devineaux in disguise as Dominic Geiser.

    "Very good." Mikal nodded, quickly assuming the role of a bodyguard for the 'Swiss Banker', "This way, sir."

    Escorting Devineaux to the table, Mikal realized something was off. While there was Lee and Barbas was an extra seat, placed in, perhaps at the last moment since all the silverware was shifted. He immediately tapped his radio, "Control, there is extra seat at main table... I do not think it is for one of us."
     
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  9. Contessa

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    "Yes, beautiful isn't it?" Adrianna replied, a slight sparkle in her eyes when she caught glimpse of the golden cuff again.

    It was one thing to see an item within catalogues of antiquity and yet an entirely different thing to be inches away. Triple layer shatter proof glass the only thing between her and joy.

    "Adrianna Covrenzi," she nodded, "A pleasure to meet you Ann."

    Appraising the young woman once again, Contessa tried to decipher her accent. "You mentioned Cairo and San Jose? Am I to believe you are American then?"
     
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  10. Jason West

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    Jason was confused by the Israeli's query until he looked at the cameras and noticed that an extra seat had just been placed at the table.

    He quickly began tapping through the electronic seating chart to find out who the extra seat was for. After searching all of the seating charts, he was unable to find out who the extra seat was for beyond that it was for a guest of honor.

    Everything says 'Guest of Honor' Jason quickly replied to the Israeli. We'll just have to wait and see who sits there.
     
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  11. Ivy

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    Ivy Monaghan let her gaze drift from the farmboy in an ill fitting tuxedo to the ACME pilot in a matte silver mask. The two men were of the largest build in ACME's team--which was usually a benefit--though their late entrance now made them seem more like metaphorical bull in a china shop. If they had arrived at the designated meeting time, each would have been paired with an appropriate date like Colleen Slate or Ann Tickwittee to aid in their cover. Thankfully, Chuate's guards seemed too preoccupied to notice.

    "You were due here hours ago," She reprimanded, "Is there a reason you two want to screw up this operation or did you have a nice nap and forget to check in with command?"

    Behind her, crimson lights began to dim causing secondary strobe beams to cast long shadows from the room's centerpiece of a rather large egg in a cage. This signified that dining guests were to be seated and dancing guests should continue to the adjacent room.

    The disguised ACME Commander changed her tone as a hotel staff supervisor passed, "Romantic table for two, sir? Please follow me."

    She lead the men into the dining room. Due to ACME's limited reach, their seats weren't in the area where Barbas Chuate and Lee Jordan were, but it did conveniently cover the exit.

    "The grub will be served soon," she hinted at Barbas' codename 'grub' and tilted her head towards his seat, "Keep an eye out for it."
     
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  12. Tanya

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    A beat alternated across the Copacabana Palace Hotel. Temporary Operational Assets Manager Tatiana Erzin walked with her assigned temporary asset, Dominic Geiser, into the pre-determined dining area.

    Somewhat assured after a recent talk, Tanya found calmness in something completely accidental. The banker's suit was a precision cut that met at all the right angles. His clothes and the way he moved in them showed fortitude, and that somehow rekindled her morale.

    Once she delivered her resource to the mark, and ensured both Mikal and 'Jason Teil' were in place, she moved to the back for security. The fewer contact ACME made with Barbas, the better for the operation.

    "Turtle-Dove," she said her mission codename into her communicator, "I have delivered the Dragon."
     
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  13. Chase

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    While ACME agents provided a solid backdrop of security, Chase Devineaux was Dominic Geiser. His mindset was money, his accent was Swiss-German, and his life revolved around the preservation of wealth -- primarily his own, but occasionally in the interest of a lucky few. What Barbas knew about him was little, but sufficient. Geiser was the power behind Sicilian Marcus Antonoti’s new life in London, and moved over 300 million US Dollars of hard cash into 220 million of bankable funds in 48 hours for Mexican Boss Hectorio Quiñonez. He was expensive, efficient, and extremely selective.

    Geiser marched slightly ahead of Erzin, cut straight through the crowd, and offered a subtle turn in body language that forced Barbas to react. The suspected drug dealer was first to offer a hand, and first to speak, masking the hint of desperation that Devineaux aimed to expose by the end of the night.

    "So this, we finally meet," Chuate announced through the smoke of his cigar.

    Geiser returned with a solid handshake and an acceptably genial Swiss greeting. The empty chair bothered him -- he showed no sign of this -- but it infinitely bothered him. With a quick glance to his floor-man, the disguised director could tell from the shift in Mikal's expression that this was an unexpected variable.

    "You are younger than I thought," Barbas took a quick look at 'Jason Teil' as if to imply disbelief.

    "Then we must be the same age," a Geiser returned a compliment and triggered a wide grin that featured nearly all of Chuate's molars.

    To say something now about the open seat would hint paranoia and roll back the layers of confidence the Swiss banker had stacked in his favor, so he remained shielded. Little did he know that this 'unexpected variable' was about to make his fortress feel like a house of cards.

    The curve of a familiar smile in sensual red formed seemingly from thin air.

    "My Paloma!" The man with the cigar switched his attention.

    For a moment, the man in disguise froze.

    Paloma Lucas, Dominic Geiser learned her name as they were introduced. The woman was a Portuguese entrepreneur; she was agonizingly beautiful; she was Carmen Sandiego. Of course, that last fact wasn't as obvious to everyone, especially least noted by Chuate, who represented her as a second business partner.

    Infinitely, that bothered Chase Devineaux.

    Rio de Janeiro was primarily known for three things: carnival, football, and violence. Barbas Chuate had his hands in the seediest of the three branches, and any 'business partner' was certain to be mixed in with the wrong crowd.

    "Mr. Geiser," she was professional in tone, barely hiding the titillating, self-congratulating smile so signature to her persona.

    "Dominic."

    A formal handshake. No further contact. She nodded.

    So they sat before the stage, the Swiss banker, the suspected drug lord, and the international thief. And the show was only starting.
     
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  14. Joe Kerr

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    The Jester admired the elegant mask adorning the woman before him. It had a simple elegance that combined with her red locks to perfectly set off the blue of the dress she had chosen. Her beauty was heightened even more by the lights that haloed the dance floor.

    As a young lad, Joseph Kerrigan had been taught by his mentor how to dance because as the elder had put it: ‘It is unthinkable that a proper gentleman be unable to show a beautiful lady the unparalleled pleasure of a dance.’

    While those lessons had certainly come in handy tonight, dancing for pleasure was, unfortunately, not on his mind at the moment. Much rather, the Jester had astutely realized that the dance floor was probably the only place he would be able to have a private conversation with the ACME operative without the risk of exposing her.

    With calculated ease, the gentle curve they did around the floor seemed divergent to the rambunctious atmosphere around them and the resolution in the eyes of her unexpected partner became very clear to Doctor Sophie Conrad. She waited for him to speak his intentions but for languorous minutes, neither of them seemed agreeable to conversation. At last, she mused, “So, why are you here, then?”

    Keeping his voice low so only she could hear him, Joe replied with more than a trace of amusement: “Is it really so hard for you to believe that I'm not on the job today?”

    “Always,” she tilted her head slightly, matter-of-fact, “especially when such a gathering of your colleagues are apparent.”

    “Ah, sharp eyes and suspicious minds--the classic ACME traits.”

    Sophie smiled and generously conceded to the comment.

    “You dance rather well.”

    “And you, my dear, dance divinely. Your boyfriend really is a lucky man.”

    “You make many assumptions," the doctor clarified gently. "He isn't my boyfriend.”

    “Ah, of course,” the words were airy. “I forget that, unlike me, you're actually here for business.”

    She did not reply and, sensing the continued disbelief, the Jester persisted with frank humour: “Let me assure you that my friends and I are merely here to attend the party of the year.”

    “Hm,” her lips curved with the noncommittal sound.

    “Anyway, I would have thought that someone in your position would welcome some familiar faces.”

    Again, she smiled but did not reply.

    They separated briefly for an underarm turn before coming together again.

    “If Murphy’s Law decides to rear its head tonight, you should know that there are at least a few friendly faces who could offer some assistance. You’d just have to say the word.”

    “Thank you for the ominous assurance.”

    At this point, his voice lost all traces of humour. “I'm just being realistic. Men like Barbas do not go down easy--they have many friends on both sides of the law. The fact that he’s a merchant of death also speaks volumes of his stance on killing. You'd do well to remember that.”

    “I beg your pardon, Mister Salvatore?” A sliver of ice had entered her voice and her indigo eyes narrowed.

    “A word to the wise: The big fish you're after is of a different species from your usual prey. Do not expect him to react the way we would.”

    The slightest sound of astonishment echoed from her throat, a laugh. Then, she took all the amusement there was from their charade.

    “You claim to be here for pleasure,” her low words bore nothing that could disguise their censure, “and yet, all you have said brings only danger to us both.”

    The band had stopped playing, and their steps halted in time with the final note.

    Withdrawing, Sophie offered her companion a gracious curtsey. There was a smile on her lips that was not evinced in her glacial eyes, but she remained congenial.

    “Thank you--” she began, but the Jester would punctuate:
    “No, thank you for the lovely dance.” He retained her hand and bowed, “I will treasure this memory always.”

    For a brief moment, the duo did nothing but look at each other--one of appraisal and one of apology. Then, just when he appeared willing to relinquish his partner, Joe pulled Sophie in close again.

    “Please try to stay alive,” he leaned in and, lifting his mask just a little, planted a brushing kiss on her cheek as he whispered, “I hope to have the pleasure of dancing with you again under friendlier circumstances.”

    “I wish the same to you,” were the parting words he would remember.
     
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  15. Ivy

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    What's going on now if you don't have time to re-read the RP: Quite simply, we are in a room full of Chuate's bad guys. Both ACME and V.I.L.E. have begun to realize that they are also amongst their organizational rivals. When suddenly...

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    It was a crucial moment as ACME waited for Barbas Chuate to make the deal with Chase Devineaux and allow them to arrest him. Ivy Monaghan lingered within sight, unconsciously biting her bottom lip in readiness for the signal. Out of the corner of her eye, the Commander noticed a familiar figure--Doctor Sophie Conrad had walked into the dining room.

    The highly-decorative portion of her mask, its feathers and glass-beaded lace, had been removed, and she retained only the tactical leather-lined layer which hid most of her features and the piezoelectric beta communication devices. Something had happened.

    Sophie’s gaze drifted through the audaciously coloured hall to briefly touch that of Ivy's, her body language mimicking a most confused guest, and the Commander gripped her fingers tight around the clipboard in her grasp. Armed with the guest-list and seating-plan, the sharply-dressed staff member of the Copacabana Palace approached, but before she could offer assistance, the doctor spoke.

    "Ah, hello Irena," the exclamation poured relief as Sophie took the cue from the nametag on the Commander’s lapel, "I need some help--I have a seat. Allison."

    Hearing her own middle name gave Ivy a moment of pause. It was well-known as an emergency cue when codewords or radio chatter would not suffice, “You have a balcony seat, Miss Allison, right this way.

    Selma Elysia, her last name so easily mispronounced for this purpose, was exceedingly grateful for the guidance and followed with much consolation apparent in the way she spoke of how lovely the venue was and how exciting the evening had already been. When they had gone up into the balcony, she took Irena by her hands to undoubtedly thank her with profuse warmth; but when she came within whispering distance, she would confirm every suspicion the Commander held, “Something has happened.

    Making sure their exchange would be safe from any others, Ivy switched off her microphone and turned to Sophie, “We’re off the radio. What is it?

    The Swiss shifted her gaze slightly away. “They are here,” she spoke softly, matter-of-fact, “The Red Parade.

    How many?

    Enough,” the response was terse as Sophie turned to her colleague, “What is important, though, is that they know our mark. Have we been compromised?

    Ivy clenched her jaw, “Why is it always V.I.L.E.?

    I am concerned for the safety of our agents.

    “Carmen wouldn’t hurt them,” Ivy spoke from experience, “But we don’t know if she’s running the show.

    Clicking her microphone to turn it back on, she sent out a broadcast, V.I.L.E. agents are confirmed in the area. Apprehend on sight.

    Sophie remained silent to allow the Commander to act, but spoke again after a moment. “It is not the threat from V.I.L.E. that concerns me,” she looked beyond the tables and chairs and farther out into the expanse of the dining room. “We have agents among the Grub’s men, and an asset at his very table--

    She would not get to finish her sentence.

    A loud electrical snap filled the air and the hall turned pitch-black. Like being blinded by a camera flash, it took Ivy a second to realize that the lights had gone out, and the crowd fell into a collective groan of disappointment. People began fumbling over tipped chairs and reaching for their cell phones. Slowly, the faded blue glow of LCD screens began to fill the hall as patrons complained openly about the blackout, though it was not an uncommon occurrence of the city.

    A hand reached out to lightly touch her arm and Ivy turned to see Sophie draw them towards an open passage back into the main dining area. As they moved, she distinguished the yelling of one of Chuate's guards. The noise drew her attention to his shadowed form as he and a companion rushed out of the dining room and into the ballroom.

    Poodle (@Lee), Cobra (@Derrin), keep an eye on the asset," she took up her radio to relay rapidly as Sophie and her hurried from the balcony. "Chickpea (@Molly), Dingo (@Nace Bilby), what's happening in the ballroom?"

    As her hands found her own communicator there was the unmistakable sound of gunshots from beyond the dining hall and the piercing sound of shattering glass. This, in turn, started the failsafe alarms and confirmed that the artifacts on display were now in peril. Adding to the danger was a stampede of panicked party guests.

    Allowing Sophie to lead the way while she enacted orders, Ivy opened a line to the Junior Suite above: "Control (@Jason West), do you have any visuals on what caused the blackout?"
     
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    "Toaster (@Ivy), it appears that the main feed line has been cut from the building. I still have full functionality of all cameras and equipment"

    Jason kept a close eye on the monitors while starting a timer for his battery back ups. He hoped that @Zack would arrive to help monitor all the cameras. He quickly checked to make sure the DVR was recording so that he had video evidence of all the happenings during the blackout.

    "Bacon (@Zack ), are you on your way up here? Let me know if you need some help navigating your way in through the halls."
     
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    "Imma commin'" Zack yelled out as he stumbled on someone's long dress, "Don't worry about me,"

    He wished he hadn't said that right when the words left his lips. Jason needed to keep his eyes on the monitors, but fumbling in the darkness wasn't going to help anyone. It was then that Zack noticed the glowing headdress of the woman he met earlier in the night. The blinking LED lights gave just enough luminosity to let him see his way.

    "Sorry lady," the detective yelled as he grabbed the headdress, "Emergência da polícia!"

    Using the it as a sort of headlight, he was able to find the fire escape and began the climb to the Junior Suite.

    "Yo!" Zack panted as he opened the door, clearly out of breath from the long flights of stairs. Jumping to the left side of where @Jason West sat, he scanned the monitors for anything the agents should flag.

    Zack's eyes fell on the basement room which had an unusual amount of activity. Old hotels in Brazil weren't strangers to power outages and often had gasoline generators as a backup. But this machine was being guarded by armed men.

    "Dudes, basement one has a backup generator with hostiles in the area. Seems whoever cut the power don't want us turning it back on. The exit down is next to Moose (@Eugene) and Bones (@Sophie)."
     
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  18. Joe Kerr

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    Whilst most of the hotel seemed to languish in darkness, the lobby was lit up with the colourful costumes of the Carnival performers, including one Joseph Kerrigan.

    To his knowledge, this was not a planned part of the party; this also did not seem like a beneficial move to 'Selma' and her cohorts. If this was neither ACME nor VILE's doing, then business just picked up, and not in a good way.

    "Fellow party guests, be warned: Eagles may get twitchy in darkness. Watch your backs."

    After sending the message out via VILE Communicator, Joseph turned his attention toward the dining room where the guest of honour supposedly awaited; he needed to position himself to be able to offer some aid.

    "Meus Amigos," he turned to the other performers, "I believe we should entertain the diners," he pointed out the steady stream of complaints that was starting to leak from the dining room.

    ---

    Several murmurs of agreement later, the whole troop of colourful, brightly lit Carnival performers was now positioned throughout the dining room, entertaining the diners with glow in the dark juggling, fire breathing, flaming baton twirling, and of course, the joyful sounds of Samba.
     
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    “Qué pasa! How ya like me now, muchachos?!”

    Eartha Brute continued catapulting phrases at the onlookers as she made her dramatic entrance at the Palace donning an Amazonian warrior costume. Her hasty redirection from Río Hato left her without time to tidy up before the festivities. Yet, the green mess of hair and smudged eye makeup seemed to complement her bikini armor and steel thigh-high sandals.

    The crowds parted for the 6’3 bodybuilder as she stomped toward the main hall, taking care not to jab anyone with her spiked shoulder pads. Tumultuousness and stares were positive feedback at her competitions and Eartha felt perfectly calm in the party’s maelstroms. Her sturdy wrist was encircled by a gold bangle sculpted into a wide-eyed spider monkey. She had acquired the ornament in Panama, where the lively creature was historically considered a ‘companion spirit’ to the gods. Due to superstitions, her plan involved leaving the item in place of one of the artifacts tonight.

    After viewing several underwhelming pieces, Eartha felt an emergent boredom when the sight of a chic woman (@Contessa) sporting intricate wings caught her attention. Her red cape floated as she marched over. She first glanced affably at the refined blonde in silk and then at the golden band in the display case. Strong fingers grazed the access tool holstered against her spear.

    “There’s all this bull about diamonds being a girl’s best friend, but I think gold suits us classy ladies more.”
     
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  20. Eugene

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    The arc of the electrical outage had Eugene Grovington blinking away spots in his vision for several moments, even as he leapt from his assigned seat and pushed towards an adjacent wall for reference. With one hand pressed against the marigold paint now shadowed in the gloom, he dug into his pocket with his other hand for his cell phone and its improvised flashlight. The sound of gunfire in the Golden Room beyond made him rethink that move and, instead, the astute pilot drew his pistol. Holding it at low-ready, he allowed his eyes to accustom to the scanty light provided by multiple tiny screens. Then, he realized he had unthinkingly neared the exit of the room.

    As he watched extravagantly-dressed figures pour out of the Antique Casino, some of them dimly illuminated by the glow of cell phone screens, Eugene’s gaze was caught by a familiar mask and name-tag. He paused, and then gritted his teeth as he made a beeline towards the ACME Commander. Another woman was attached to her, seemingly guiding her as she spoke into her radio and communicator. Wordlessly, he reached out and seized both of them by their arms to remove them from the thickest part of the crowd before it became a stampede.

    Ivy’s well-trained muscle memory triggered an instinctual urge to fight against the hand that had been so-suddenly put around her arm and she nearly hit the pilot before realizing who he was. Just in time, he had pulled both her and Sophie out of the way of the charging crowd.

    “We need to get the power back on,” she said, taking a breath to recover.

    Sophie nodded in agreement, but hesitated to add, “You must stay to lead the agents. I will go with…” There, she paused to recall who the man who had joined them might be, “Moose.”

    The comments only barely registered in Eugene’s head as he scanned the room. There were too many unknowns, and plunging back into the crowd was not an option. Finally, his eyes alighted upon a possibility: a small side-stage with a heavy velvet backdrop. Letting go of the pair, he moved towards it quickly. A cursory check showed the area behind to be empty, and the folds of fabric would provide anyone behind them with excellent concealment while offering a clear prospect on the capacious venue. It was only when he was in the darkened backstage did Eugene fully realize who he had manhandled.

    Emerging, the pilot hinted towards his discovery. He covered his growing embarrassment with bravado, announcing that he was going to restore power.

    Feeling somewhat indignant at being towed into the space by one determined Eugene Grovington, Ivy thought to protest but only ended up with a sharp exhalation of heated breath before she chose to refocus.

    “Command,” she took up the radio in hand, “keep your eye on Moose and Bones, they’re headed to the generator.”
     
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