They got suited up in a relatively short amount of time. Dirk felt he would have taken longer, but apparently Jocasta had more up her sleeve. He doubted she was priming her hair, even if it was unmistakably lustrous. Once he made sure the armor was tightly secured and all systems were green, he stepped out and met her in the living room, a hand on the hilt of his left DMX Heavy-Blaster. Jocasta's drone popped up, fluttering before the two of them as she loaded her gun. 

"I didn't expect us to suit up so soon after getting naked." Dirk replied, the modulator in his helmet giving it a slightly more dry tone than he likely had, but then again maybe not. 

"I still didn't see your face. That would be scandalous," She quipped, giving a wink. "Where do we go?" 

"The docking bay is on the northeastern section of the resort. Once we step out, we'll go down to the ground floor and then work our way forward and left until we hit hanger doors. If we move quickly, we can take them out before they ruin our vacation and no one has to hunt for them across the planet." 

"Do you know who did this? Any suspects?" 

"I can name a few." Dirk said, lifting his gun, barrel up as he stepped to the doorway. "When we find someone, we'll ask. Maybe the front desk?" 

Just as he was about to open the door, Jocasta grabbed his arm and placed a finger to her lips, stepping ahead and opening the door so little not even a finger could poke through. Her drone fluttered to the crack and squeezed its tiny body through, zipping away after a brief struggle. Seconds passed, and Jocasta gave the thumbs up. Dirk opened the door, still wary, gun pointed professionally as he stepped into the hall. It was eerily quiet. 

"Stairs or elevator?" 

"They'll be watching the stairs, and the elevators are easy for them to guard..." Dirk mused. He turned on his admittedly poor heat sensors in his helm, and couldn't tell where any warm bodies were except the ones that hugged the thin doors of the hotel rooms, watching the halls anxiously as Dirk and Jocasta moved slowly past them. Dirk walked with a cool measure of confidence, like a wolf approaching a meal he was too powerful to have contested. "Can you use your drone one more time? I have an idea..." 

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[i]5 minutes later...[/i] 

Amber held herself together well. Her glasses were taken and smashed and her shirt sleeve had been torn off in the rough handling they have given her, but her virtue and most of her dignity had been left untouched. The men, rough sorts with various slug guns and blue collar ganger apparel with no cohesion in appearance save for tattoos of the legendary Celestial Pheonix, were hustling the guests they had found in the public pool toward the gymnasium, throwing all the staff by the stairwell that led to rooms marked for the 5000's. Amber herself was up against the wall, her hands tired from being held up for the past twenty minutes or so. It felt like a lifetime. She knew of a few more high profile guests that were dangerous in a fight, but she didn't know if she could count on their goodwill or aid. Some were drunk, some likely asleep, and others probably oblivious to the situation. More than likely they were also apathetic. 

Whatever was happening, it had been lightning quick. However they got here, it had been planned meticulously, and not by these low-life fucks. Someone had trained them relentlessly and sent them here, with little to no strings attached that would lead no investigations back to the source if this failed. She didn't really care, she just wanted them gone so they didn't shoot her and let her have her coffee. 

[i]Ding[/i] 

Amber's eyes bugged out, and she turned her head to regard the elevators. Had some idiot come down to ask for toothpaste!? She waited for a few brief moments as the toughs with guns approached. Twenty meters...ten meters... There were notable mutterings and curses in a tongue she didn't recognize, and the elevator doors opened to reveal a small container. Amber wasn't an expert in ordinance or anything military, but it didn't take a genius to realize whatever it was, it was likely going to explore. 

It did, and Amber fell to her feet from sheer fright as the item detonated. A flash of air and heat washed over her, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant, being sixty meter from the comparatively controlled explosion that took the lives of at least eight men. And then guns began to blaze, but they came from the stairwell of the 3000's, where Dirk and that new partner of his had gone. And these guns didn't fire slugs...