[center][b]Rendezvous Crash[/b][/center]

Vologhn leaned against a cabinet at the side of the room, quietly listening to Bishop's conversation to the Don. Her words were really believable, at least on a logical level. Vologhn was no good judge of facial expressions. For all he knew, the Don was already planning to kill them all the moment the facade dropped. The men gathering outside the door certainly made that a possible outcome.

He had no way of informing his allies of the eavesdroppers. Interrupting the conversation with some whispered words would look far too suspicious. The best he could do was to tell Andre. Casually he slinked over to where the man was standing, but the conversation abruptly ended with the Don excusing himself to the washroom. Andre opened his mouth before Vologhn could stop him.

"Right, restroom. We really don't have the time for further small talk now. Do you want to try talking more or should we try to go look for documents?" Vologhn smacked his palm against his face.
"We'll go to Mr. Blair's office for the documents later," Vologhn said, the made-up name only for confusing the Don's men. He discreetly pointed to his ear and then the door, trying to warn them about the men spying on them. He mouthed the words, "I'll block the door. Let's start."

Vologhn activated the [i]Silken Weave[/i] command on the threads covering the door, sealing it shut. Although the Don's men weren't holders, the blocked door wouldn't hold forever. Vologhn went straight to the Don's table and started rummaging through the drawers, looking for anything important.