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Lost in Thought (N.K. Wells)

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Post by The Lost on September 19th 2016, 4:38 am

The Detroit Institute of Arts, located in Midtown Detroit, Michigan, has one of the largest and most significant art collections in the United States. Not exactly a high profile target for super powered villains or political terrorist, but something worth protecting all the same. That's why the young man in the sleek pinstripe suit was happy to seal this deal with a hearty handshake and a pleasant grin. From now on, the NPPMF would handle security at the DIA.

"Thank you, Mr. Javian, and please, I do hope you'll take the time to stay and enjoy this week's exhibit," the DIA's head curator exclaimed with a jovial smile as he opened the door to his office. He was surprised at how generous the rates had been for the final security plan. It was true that the New Path Conglomerate didn't really stand to make any significant profit from this particular contract, however now the DIA was just one more large scale property in Detroit that fell into the NPPMF's jurisdiction. Yet another large plot of land in which NPPMF security contractors could operate with a certain degree of impunity. All under the guide of protecting the client's interests.

Oh, and it was also very important to protect culture and historical art is irreplaceable... and all of that nonsense.

"I think I'll do just that," Javian replied casually as he walked with the curator. Just signing his name on a few papers was not enough. Keeping the client happy was his main mission objective for today. So he wore his best business smile and provided plenty of positive reinforcement as the curator went on and on to extol his own exaggerated exploits in arranging the exhibition.

At least the art itself was interesting. Of all things to find on display at an art museum, the exhibit had a myriad of comic books and prints by comic book artists. It looked more like a convention than an exhibit. Where they going for a contemporary art angle? Maybe pop culture? Or was it just a desperate ploy to get kids interested in culture? As if on cue, the curator and Javian had to stop and let a small group of giggling kids pass in front of them.

"Eh heh," Javian couldn't help but chuckle. Noticing the curator took exception to this, Javian didn't miss a beat and turned to him.

"You've done a wonderful job of reaching out to the community and giving today's youth a much needed taste of culture," Jay provided the lip service, sounding a sincere as possible.

"Yes! Exactly, and who knows? One of these kids might be the next Rembrandt!" The curator seemed to eat it up, and then immediately launched back into his self glorifying spiel. As he pretended to listen, Javian found himself standing before a large print of a particularly famous and noteworthy panel from a popular comic. The panel featured a proud masked man posing over a group of henchmen knocked out on the ground. A speech bubble above his head held a witty one liner. The panel was blown up so that the hero depicted would be life sized. No wait, slightly bigger. As if heroes as a concept were larger than life. Javian found himself standing face to face with him, staring up into the blank white eyes of his mask.

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Post by Chellizard on September 19th 2016, 6:43 am

It had been a long, long time since Naomi had left her room. I'm talking weeks. Maybe even a month. The only reason she ever had to leave her room was to head to the kitchen to get food, or to the front door to pick up a delivery that was left outside. She wouldn't interact with people - and it was all for an experiment she was formulating on herself.

She was attempting to see how many comic pages she could sketch, ink, color, and letter before finding the need for social interaction. The luckiest part for her, however, was the fact she was so in love with her characters and how she wrote them, she didn't even need it. She didn't even crave it.

It wasn't until Tony came beating down her door that she realized she was going to be late to her own comic showing at the Detroit Institute of Arts. Her flight was leaving in a little under an hour, and her car had been waiting for almost thirty minutes.

Groaning, she peeled herself out of her slobby mess of take out boxes, old paper coffee cups, and a mess of crumpled pages around of her. Standing, a faint purple glow wrapped around of her legs before slowly dissipating. She had used her power of imagination to give herself the ability to walk. All she had to do was think she could walk, and she could. Of course her power was a fancier form of telekinesis, but it was definitely delightful.

"I should beat the shit out of you. Maybe I needed to miss this event..." finally free of her mess, and changed into something more suitable, she snapped her fingers and her wheelchair popped from inside her cluttered room and into the living room just before the door. Plopping herself down into it, and then plunking shades over her eyes, she tucked herself into a big hat, a scarf, and shoved her hands into some finger-less gloves. Cozy, she waited for Tony to escort her down to the car.

--

The flight from New York to Detroit, Michigan wasn't too long. But, it wasn't pleasant either. She hated to fly. Well, in a big metal box where people would just mouth breathe and ask stupid questions. She hated that. She hated it more than she hated crying babies... and there were four crying babies on her flight.

And she had no sympathy for the parents who had to deal first hand with the crying infants.

Now wheeling solo, she let her hand glide over the touch control of her motorized wheelchair. It's sleek, cutting edge design was one to fight over. It made her sit a bit taller than an average person stuck in a wheel chair would, but it also let her be comfortable and actually show off her outfit.

Her feet were tucked into ankle high charcoal colored boots. Stockings with spiderweb designs dressed her legs - they were black to draw away from how pencil thin her legs really were. A pair of plum pleated shorts donned her lower half, and a simple designer graphic tee shirt hosting one of her favorite comic characters on the front finished her look. Of course, her hat and scarf and finger-less gloves. Oh, and Tony's over-sized leather jacket. She loved the way it smelled.

Sometimes she wondered what her relationship was with Tony... they were something. But nothing all at the same time.

Focusing back on what was around her, she had been in auto-pilot mode. She went from terminal, to rental van, to the outside of the institute. She sat in her chair for a few moments... wondering if she should ditch her chair, or stick to it. She chose to ditch it. Riding it into the handicap bathroom, she parked it there and jammed the lock. Luckily there were two of the stalls. She wasn't being a complete dickhead.

Standing now, the faint purple glow enveloped her legs like earlier in the day and she then started to walk. Keeping her light brown eyes shaded, and her white hair tucked into her fashionable beanie, she made her way around the exhibit, admiring her works being blown up to life size models.

Grinning, she came up to the one of Falcon, her hero modeled after 'Phoenix' who so happened to change his name to 'The Patriot' not too long after his mid-mid-life crisis occurred. Oh, boo hoo.

"Isn't it just so tacky?" she asked, looking at the picture as she stood next to Javian. Her small, petite self only came to a whopping five feet flat. The man she stood next to was easily two feet higher than her. She was minuscule in comparison.

She didn't take her eyes off of Falcon. She glanced down to the author name. N. K. Wells. Sometimes she wondered why she had even picked such a name.

"So stupid. You would think the author would have picked a better hero name - and that dumb witty one liner. Pah." Picking on herself was fun.

She loved to see what others thought of her own works.

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Post by The Lost on September 19th 2016, 7:40 am

Javian was a bit surprised when he heard someone chime in. It didn't show much though. He may have seemed relaxed, but he was always ready to roll with the punches. Especially considering that he sometimes did actually have to do just that- with actual punches being thrown.

His first instinct would be to just nod and agree with her, and focus on his target. However, something caught his eye as he looked over to her and listened to her critique. The shirt she was wearing depicted a comic book character of similar ascetic as the work she was disparaging. He had obviously done research before coming here to do business. He knew about the museum and what exhibit they'd have. Of course he knew who N. K. Wells was, and what her main characters were.

"Oh, I don't know," he started off, not actually stating that her opinion was either right or wrong. Though, he immediately had decided to take the opposite opinion as her. He didn't really have a good reason why. It was probably just that he didn't like the fact that she was purposely trying to device him. Trying to lead him along in their conversation.

"I think it's quite deep, actually. It speaks to me and says volumes," he did actually mean that. Something about the hero standing there had resonated with him.

"An artist puts a bit of themselves in their work, but the observer withdraws something from their own perspective as well," he went on to explain as a couple of kids ran up around them and began to fawn over the image of their hero.

"With enough subtext, even something made for a child can become an entirely different world to an adult," He concluded his thought. Though he still didn't actually say what he thought of it.

"Like all art- and all things, it's open to interpretation," he made sure to preface it with this as he looked back to the proud hero standing above him.

"But, to me... This work shows the world very clearly. From what it's like to win and be a hero," he then looked to the henchmen knocked out all around the hero.

"To what it's like to lose," he stated finally. As he did, he could not help but think back to the only true loss he had ever really suffered. Thankfully, he wasn't the brooding type and he was still maintaining his business smile, but his eyes had already began to wander as he became lost in his thoughts.

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Post by Chellizard on September 19th 2016, 7:58 am

Rocking back on her heels, she stood like that for a few moments before letting her feet smack back down to tap across the marble floor.

"Uh huh," she commented, her mouth staying agape after she rolled the little affirmation out of the back of her throat. Her upper lip was arched, making her facial expression one that was nearing skepticism.

Placing her hands into the pockets of her over sized leather jacket, she sighed and smacked her lips, finding a piece of gum strayed from a pack in her pocket. Producing it, she popped it into her mouth. Juicy fruit. Chewing with a little smile on her face, her cheeks shifted with each bite she laid into the treat. The freckles littering the mid section of her face would wiggle along with her jaw.

She then blew a small bubble, making sure to pop it dramatically.

"The henchmen were just weak babies, clearly. Falcon could take out fifteen with one swift slash of his bo staff. Duh." Rolling her eyes, she looked over the edge of her sunglasses for a moment, barely catching Javian's eyes before slipping them back up the bridge of her nose.

AS much as he was right, she was already bored. That was the one thing that sucked with Naomi. She was bored with normal people, so she never found keeping their company suitable. He had a lot of good points, though. She was a creative genius, after all, and all of his compliments were stroking her ego more and more. However, she was still bored of it. Shrugging then, she turned to walk away from Javian.

"To each their own, buddy." she said, and then was stopped by the Curator. He had overheard her undying cynicism on the piece, and happened to notice her lack of a guest pass.

"Excuse me, miss. It seems you lack an ID badge or guest pass. I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises or I will be forced to call security." Standing up taller, the Curator, who's ID read George Hamrich, was being quite the snob.

Hunching, making herself even smaller than she was, she just procured a card from her pocket.

It was a sleek, transparent card with silver letters etched into it.

N. K. Wells.

The holographic letters shifted as the card was tipped and a contact email appeared as the card was shifted as well.

"... Oh. Oh my!" completely at a loss for words, the Curator just apologized profusely and then Naomi held a finger to her lips.

"I'm just a visitor." She lowered her glasses and let a small wink cross over to him.

The best thing about her life was the fact rarely anyone knew she was stuck in a wheel chair. So, walking around wasn't going to get her in any identity crisis situations.

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Post by The Lost on September 19th 2016, 8:22 am

The pop of the bubble was perfect for ripping Jay away from his thoughts and back to reality.

"Eh heh," he chuckled as he listened to her thoroughly unimpressed reply. Of course, nothing she said was technically wrong, so naturally he didn't try to object. He gave her a slight nod as she went to make her exit, only to be stopped by the curator. He arched an eyebrow at the curator's response to the young woman's ID, though he didn't quite see what it said himself.

"Well, thanks for the tour Mr. Hamrich," Jay came up besides the curator while he was still flustered over N.K.'s reveal.

"I can see you're quite busy, yourself. The boys should already be all setup, and you've got my card. So just let me know if you've got any questions," Jay decided to take advantage of the girl's intrusion to take his leave of the old windbag. Looking past him to the young art critic his business smile changed just slightly, but transformed into a confident smirk.

"I'd try to keep a more open mind, if I were you. You never know when subtext will defeat the facade," he tried his best to leave with something witty, before turning to make his exit. Unlike her, he was let free to go. Hamrich the curator was glad to be done with Jay, and instead switched over to fawning over his star artist. Javian didn't go far, though.

"Status report," he whispered under his breath just after rounding the corner. Shortly after that, a prompt reply came through the discrete earpiece he had been wearing. With the DIA within his control, it was time to begin making his move.

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Post by Chellizard on September 19th 2016, 9:22 am

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Naomi flicked a loose piece of white hair out of her face and then tucked it up behind of her ear.

"You need to be careful. I may just write a character after you." She said, her sunglasses clad eyes hiding how annoyed she was to be left with the Curator while her lips curled back to reveal a nice smile.

As Javian walked off, but only a short distance, it gave Hamrich the opportunity he wanted to gush over Naomi and ask her questions. But, of course, that was after saying his farewell to the tall fan of her comics.

"Of course Javian, it was a pleasure. Now, Miss Wells." Hamrich started, the jovial round faced man turning his attention back onto Naomi who was now forced to engage in social contact with this man.

Annoyed now, she just sighed with a bit of anger lacing into the huff and puff.

"Look... George. Call me N. And, please. I really just want to admire some other stuff. I just happen to be in this wing. I'd really like to be left to explore on my own, if that's alright." She said, taking off her glasses and then her stance wobbling slightly.

Her mind had wandered, and she forgot to focus on her legs. She almost toppled to the floor and held her hands out with her palms flat and facing the floor.

"Oh, alright N--- Oh! Are you alright?" He asked, offering his pudgy hand. It was clammy with sweat. Nerves, probably.

She accepted it to make him feel a bit better, bu when they finally exchanged their good byes, she fished in her pocket for hand sanitizer and cleaned her palms thoroughly.

As soon as she was sure she could blend back into the crowd, she slipped off around of a corner, rushing quite quickly. She came smacking face first into Javian's backside. Being as small as she was, she was easily knocked down onto her rump. Groaning in protest, she looked up to see who she had run into it.

Of course it would be him.



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Post by The Lost on September 19th 2016, 10:03 am

Everything seemed to be going according to plan. Now it was just a matter of- Rushed steps rapidly approached The Lost from behind. He had only a short split second to decide on a course of action, and then act upon it. It was in that particular moment he decided to do nothing.

"Oh, well. We meet again?" Jay turned to the young woman who had bumped into him. Of course, he did not hesitate to crouch down and offer his hand to help her up. If this was a combat situation he would have stopped her before she had gotten that close to him, but given the current setting he wagered that she was not an assassin. There was no real need to deploy any kind of countermeasures, and attempting anything might even have had some negative repercussions if he had done anything over the top. By standing perfectly still, he shifted all of the blame onto her. The thought that she might actually get hurt didn't even cross his mind.

Meanwhile, the changing of the guard had already been complete. The New Path professional security contractors had replaced the usual rent-a-cop security guards that the DIA had previously employed. Of course, they were briefed on how to use the old security system and were fully prepared to utilize it until the new equipment could be installed. The DIA was now officially the latest step along The New Path.

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To he who has strayed, he has simply forged a New Path.

It is time to take The Next Step
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Post by Chellizard on September 19th 2016, 10:17 am

She looked up at him and then slid her hand into his. Clean. No sweat. She liked this. Although, his hand completely swallowed her's. She held onto his grip, peeling herself off of the floor and chuckled.

"As much physical therapy as I do... you would think my legs would work better." a lie. And a convincing one at that.

She had practiced this line in the mirror so many times that even she believed she had been doing physical therapy.

As she was picked up, she lost her balance. But this time it was on purpose. She fell into him, her bulky jacket's sleeve slipping over her hand and allowing her the perfect attempt to swipe his wallet from his pocket. She was quick, her small hands barely brushing against the fabric of his pants. She was distracting, of course, her hat falling off of her head as she fell into him. Her white hair cascaded around of her face, making her creamy brown skin look even more gorgeous.

If she was successful in grabbing his wallet, she would tuck it up into her sleeve and pull her hand out, pushing her sleeves up to hide the bulk of the wallet within the folds of the jacket sleeves. In doing so, she would get to know this guy without wasting her time on small talk. And she would be able to write him into one of her comics properly. She had to get to know the people she wanted to draw before she did it.

Smiling a bit, she just waved him off.

"That was my fault. I was in a rush to get back to my chair. I was feeling a bit light headed. I hope we can meet again when there's no Curators or awkward encounters." She said, grabbing another business card from her pocket and slipping it into his hand.

As soon as he had that shred of distraction in his hand, she would walk off, heading straight for the handicap restroom where she left her wheel chair. She desperately needed to sit down.

As soon as she made it there, and if her heist were a success, she would start fingering through the contents of the wallet.

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Post by The Lost on September 19th 2016, 11:09 am

He allowed her to fall into him, doing his part to catch her. Thus, making it that much easier for her to reach into his pocket. While his eyes remained focused on eye level, his peripherals watched her movements carefully. Hers and the crowd behind her.

Not that he was able to see anything of note, though. She had properly obscured her movements from his vision. He didn't feel anything either. With her skillful slight of hand he didn't even know what was missing yet. He couldn't see through her lie, either. It was too good. The question, 'why would she need physical therapy?' put backstory into what she had said. It made it feel alive and real. He didn't even suspect it was a lie, let alone see through it.

So how did he know that she was a pick pocket? Well, he didn't. Not really.

He was just wary of the possibility. Ever since she had bumped into him, he thought about it. It didn't help that she was now falling into him. It was almost a cliche routine. Paranoid, one might call him, and they'd be right if he wasn't missing his wallet. That bittersweet victory when your paranoia becomes justified caution. Now he could very easily reach for his pockets and check before she could get away, but that would be bad form. He didn't want to cause a disturbance after all. Not here. Not when he was in charge of security. Having no incidents on their first day was more valuable than whatever she might get from him.

"Don't worry about it," he replied to her as he accepted her card. He reached into his suit's inside pocket and produced a card of his own to exchange for hers. As he handed her his, he read over hers. It was surprise to find out who she was, but he processed the information quickly and took it with stride.

Jonathan Javian
New Path

It also had a number and an email, but neither looked personal. Furthermore, the card had the New Path silver compass on it. The same compass that he wore as a silver pin on his lapel.

"I'm sure we'll meet again, soon," he added she went to go. As soon as he had, he also turned away and began to walk off. Again, he didn't go far. When he was out of earshot, he began whispering again.

"Do you have eyes on the woman who just bumped into me?" By then, he had checked his pockets discretely and found what was missing. He didn't know why he was surprised. Maybe it was a pleasant surprise. There was more to her than met the eye, just as he had suspected. She was interesting. Also, he was right. Being right felt good. H

"She just ducked into one of the women's rest rooms," a voice responded. He grit his teeth. It would take a bit extra time for the nearest female contractor to reach the target, but he had little other choice. It'd cause a scandal if he sent a man after her. So he gave the order. The two closest contractors were males, but he met up with them anyway, and move into position to wait in ambush outside the restrooms. They maintained an inconspicuous distance from each other, and the bathroom in question. All to remain low profile.

Long before the female agents could follow her inside, the pick pocket would have had plenty of time to search the wallet thoroughly.

The wallet seemed to be of good quality. All of the slots for cards were empty, however. No IDs, no credit cards, no bank cards, and no library cards. Not even a Walmart rewards card. There was plenty of cash at least. A decent stack of it. In large bills. In a way, the wallet was very telling in other ways. He wasn't the kind of man who would carelessly carry information that could easily be lost- or taken.

There was one other thing in the wallet, though she might not have found it. A small device about the size of a dime. It was underneath the fabric inside the wallet, and you'd have to rip it open to get at it. It was a very simple tracing device. Perhaps, the one thing that would tell her the most about him. He was a man who strove to be prepared for every contingency.

Finally, the female contractor entered the restroom. She wore the same plain black suit that the two men outside wore, and all of them had matching pins like Javian's. They all had earpieces, too.

"Miss, Wells? Are you in there?" the woman would ask, just as she was told to.

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Post by Chellizard on September 19th 2016, 11:33 am

As she sat down, she was free to let her mind focus in on masking her identity. She had already given away that she was indeed N. K. Wells and she was here to view the exhibits. However, she had been greeted standing - not in a wheel chair. Luckily for her, there were two other girls in the room with her so she had an easy enough way to mask her identity.

Focusing on herself first, absentmindedly feeling around of the wallet and taking apart what parts were most easy, she laid everything out in front of her. A thin purple energy was holding all of the items up. Tilting her head, her reflection got caught in the side of the small wall mounted trash can that was in her handicap stall.

Her hair was no longer stark white, or as short as it typically was. It was now long, curly, and a light brown. Her skin was no longer a mixed race, nor did she have freckles. She was fair skinned with soft blue eyes to replace her normal warm brown hues.

Instead of her previous attire, she now had on a gray pull over and simple blue jeans. Her feet were tucked into a pair of comfortable sneakers. Her power over illusions made it to where she could mask her entire identity, including the sound of her voice and the way she smelled.

Now with roughly two minutes left to herself, she focused her energy back to the wallet and it's contents. Peeling the wallet apart at the seams and literally ripping out the threads, it spread out like an accordion of parts in front of her. As soon as she did that, she heard a knock on the door, her eyes transfixed on the tracking device.

Interesting... She thought to herself. Focusing her mind once more, the energy fizzled for a moment and then all of the contents of the wallet returned to how it was before, including the tracking device. She then let the wallet fall into the trash can and she wheeled herself to unlock the door.

"Huh? N-no... Mrs. Brown..." She said, making sure to flash her left hand to indicate she had a wedding ring, and she even had a guest pass pressed over her left chest area with 'Lindsey Brown' printed on it in sharpie.

Naomi, holding her guise with expert fashion now that she was sitting down and relaxing in her chair, stared up at the female agent with innocent blue eyes.

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Post by The Lost on September 19th 2016, 12:27 pm

"Pardon me, ma'am," the agent would respond to Lindsey Brown, before turning away and taking a step or two aside. She'd then raise two fingers to her ear.

"Negative contact on Miss Wells," she whispered in a calm voice.

"Exits?" Javian questioned over the radio. A quick scan of the room revealed that there was a window, but it was impossibly small and too high up. Of course, there were no other doors out of the restroom.

"Just the one," she'd quickly reply.

"The item?" Javian would shoot back. The woman would then produce a smart phone, which already had the appropriate tracking app loaded up. She followed it to the stall's trash bin, where the wallet had been deposited. The very same stall that she saw Mrs. Brown exit from. As soon as she found the item, she quickly turned back towards where she had last seen the young woman in the wheelchair.

"Mrs. Brown?" she'd call out for her. If she was already gone, she'd quickly report that Miss Wells was in disguise, and describe Mrs. Brown's appearance over the radio. Even before then, the surveillance team would have kept eyes on anyone who left the bathroom regardless of surface appearance. Agents would be mobilized to slowly close a perimeter around her. It was only a matter of time until she was caught, unless she had more tricks up her sleeve.

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Post by Chellizard on September 19th 2016, 12:39 pm

As soon as the agent stepped aside, Naomi rolled up to the sinks, washed her hands, and wheeled out of the bathroom. The split second of her wheeling behind of the door, the camera was blocked, and she changed a few things about her appearance. Brown hair was normal. But, instead of curls, it was now straight. Blue eyes? No. Hazel with hints of green. A beauty mark just over her right cheek. And a slight differential in her jaw and nose shape. Her hoodie color shifted, and her shoes swapped from comfortable sneakers to ballerina styled flats. Her jeans stayed roughly the same - and after thought. As she wheeled around the door, the security camera would pick up her name tag, it reading as Sarah James now. She no longer wore a wedding band, either.

Her chair was still motorized, but the color had shifted on it as well - and it now looked a bit aged.

The illusion was in place - and it only took a quick, focused thought. So long as she kept her mind on how she looked in her head, there would be no doubt about her blending into the crowd. She wheeled up alongside a group that was being given an informational tour of the museum. Blending right in, she bobbed her head gently, as if nodding along to the speaker as they gave a small speech about one of the art pieces.

Naomi had just barely slipped out of the grasp of the agent, and now she would have to be extra careful. Lucky for her? There were a few other people in wheelchairs visiting the museum today. She had more cover than she had bargained for.

She just needed to get to a place to stash her chair and get into her costume - then the real fun would happen.



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Post by The Lost on September 19th 2016, 1:16 pm

((OOC: I'm okay with you changing the actions you took in your last post if you don't like how things turned out. I know we were both tired.))

(As I said before) Regardless of surface appearance, anyone who had left the bathroom would be spotted by a member of the security team watching the door. By then, it'd be too late to try and blend into the crowd. She was already marked.

However, knowing what the suspect looked like, and having not yet received the report about the disguise, Javian would initially dismiss her as a low priority suspect. He'd just lazily point in the vague direction towards one of the two men watching the door with him, and then point after the woman leaving the scene of interest.

It was the signal for him to tail her. He lazy demeanor in which he had performed the hand sign added an extra level of subtext. It said, 'It's probably nothing, but just go ahead and follow procedure anyway- cause procedures are there to be followed.'

Even if she wasn't the main suspect, she could have been an accomplice who had been passed the item. Much father down the priority list, he was also vaguely acknowledged the possibility that it could have been her in disguise. However he and the rest of the team remained focused on the door until the agent inside reported about the disguise. The moment she said wheelchair, he immediately began moving after the woman who had just left the restroom in a wheelchair. It didn't really matter that the other details didn't match up, though he did make a note of the inconsistency. As he went, he casually threw up a finger and made a circular motion then pointed towards the direction of the woman who had left restroom in a wheelchair.

The man sent to tail her would have known not to get close and would try to make it look like he wasn't following her. So it may have seemed like she had slipped past the security team, but he wouldn't lose her if all she was doing was attempting to blend in with the crowd. Regardless of the amount of wheelchairs in the crowd. Innocent until proven guilty, though. No need to make her feel like a criminal when she was still a low priority target. However, when he got the description including a wheel chair, alarm bells would go off in his head. The suspect he was tailing suddenly jumped up in the priority list.

Javian would first spot the man tailing her, then he'd follow his signal towards the suspect. He'd signal for the group to stop and then fan out. They too, would attempt to blend into the crowd. To those who weren't on alert, they probably wouldn't have stood out. Though anyone trying to look for them in the crowd would be able to find spot them quickly enough.

Javian didn't bother to blend. He marched right up to the woman his man was tailing. He glanced at her visitor pass. As he did, he silently listened to the last of the inside agent's follow up report while wearing his best business smile. By then, the inside agent had discretely confirmed that all the other women in the restroom were not Wells as Jay had described her. Each of them had a tail assigned to them as they left the restroom, anyway. Either Wells had flushed herself down the toilet, or one of these women was her in disguise, and number one on the suspect list was the one who first left the restroom in a wheelchair.

"Having a good time, ma'am?" he'd speak is a calm and controlled tone.

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Post by Chellizard on September 19th 2016, 9:05 pm

She was followed for a good two minutes before she realized she was even being followed.

Her own paranoid ways made her check any reflective surface she could, and always made sure to use her peripherals. A mild form of panic raced through her, and her brown straight hair almost curled because she lost her focus.

Bringing it back, and pulling into her center chakras - or something like that - she zoned in on her core. She took a deep breath. There was no way they would pick on a girl in a wheel chair, and if they did, she would just surprise them by not playing the handicap card.

But, as the seconds ticked by, she realized her tail had vanished and then, as she slowed down to view a collection of finer jewelry, she was finally being spoken to.

The voice was familiar. Turning her head, she flashed a smile with slightly crooked teeth - different than her pristine smile. The real Naomi had braces when she was younger, after all.

"Oh me? Hahah! Yeah! I've been looking forward to the museum's showcase for the last month!" She turned her eyes back onto the jewelry, her voice having cracked on her laugh, but she recovered with little to no effort.

She let out a soft breath from her nose and reached out to touch the glass. Short, bitten fingernails - much like the real Naomi. This minor detail was something she didn't pay attention to changing... mainly because she hated long nails and was not going to wear them even for her own disguise.

As she reached out, she let her fingertips just barely slide over the glass display as she leaned forward in her chair.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Mister..?" she asked, playing the innocent bystander was fun. She loved pretending to be someone she was not. It made her feel... so much better.

The information she had gathered on Javian was little to none - but it was a whole lot more than that. She found out he was a cautious man. A secretive man. He enjoyed his privacy and he made sure to only carry the bare minimum - likely to avoid pick pockets like Naomi or anyone else.

Part of her wished she had taken the cash, just to have put an impact on the little pick pocket, but no. She had left the wallet in the same condition she stole it in. It looked as if nothing had happened to it, and if that female Agent showed up to give it back to him, he would see nothing had been disturbed, and there were no finger prints on it at all.

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Post by The Lost on September 19th 2016, 9:40 pm

"Honestly? More than I thought I would," he played along without dropping a beat. As he did, he scanned her over with his peripherals, focusing on details only when he thought he could get away with it discretely. At this distance, it was clear that she was not the woman that his agent had described, or at least she didn't appear to be her. Among the inconsistencies, he also noted the consistencies. From the obvious note of the wheelchair, to the less obvious detail of her finger biting. They were important clues and evidence. Now it as just a matter of waiting for the right moment to play his cards.

There's no way he could know for sure, but he was smart enough to be aware of all possibilities. While it was always smarter to focus on the more likely possibilities, it was also good to keep the less likely possibilities within your plans. After all, once you ruled out the possible, all that's left is the impossible.

Was it implausible that a pick pocket would have stowed away a wheelchair in a bathroom, just to create a more convincing disguise later on? Entirely, but still within the realm of possibilities. Was it implausible that a mere pick pocket would go to such lengths? Perhaps, but it is more likely when you consider who her target was and how important he was.

The fact that the large amount of cash hadn't been taken, would have been a huge clue towards this. The condition of the item was also reported to him by the inside agent, but she had reported that the wallet was empty.

It's was now more than plausible that she was aiming for Jonathan Javian. Perhaps she confirming her target when she first approached him. Perhaps, she was an enemy that he should crush right now with one super powered, surprise left hook.

Javian took a moment to take in the gallery as a whole. Of course he was aware of the fact that he could very likely kill her instantly with one punch, but that would hardly be a victory if you consider the repercussions. If it weren't for his all important pride and reputation, he could easily kill her and be done with this entire ordeal. The idea that this was a weakness holding him back, keeping himself from doing what he really wanted, also occurred to him. Sadly, he was powerless to do anything about it at the moment. So for now, he played her game.

"Cut off the feed from my comm," he spoke quietly, but loud enough for the girl next to him to hear. Then he reached up and physically took the earpiece out to really drive the point home. He looked squarely to her, but kept smiling has he glared at her.

"You know, this is a crazy world we live in. There are events all around the world that cannot easily be explained. I like to call them, irregular events. Why an irregular event occurred right here, today. A mere pick pocket, of all things, has managed to allude my crack team of highly trained security personal," he started out as if he were talking about someone completely different.

"An irregular individual like that, you know... she's quite the interesting one. I'd love to sit down one day and have a nice simple chat with her," and finally, he extended the olive branch. His security team had dispersed into the crowd, but they were still there. As they slowly and carefully closed in on her, it'd be harder and harder for them to stay hidden from her. The net was closing in around her, and he was giving her only one way out. She could reveal herself to just him as an irregular, or he'd be forced to expose her to everyone.

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