W I R E F R A M E
@Estylwen@ManyThings@Rekkuza
The Stakeout had been fun. Using her wire form to get into the ventilation system, shehad been able to record all the comings and goings. There was no doubt that invitations for the auction were being held here. She recorded everything that was being said which was then sent back to Rose for analysis. The passwords may be useful but there was no guarantee that the same passwords would be in use for the auction itself. It also didn't help that if customers and contacts had conversation, the whole thing was nonsensical and likely entirely in code. Still, there was likely something that the buys back at base could decypher from her recordings.
Her phone silently buzzed in her pocket. She'd recieved a text.
You could stare all week and not learn anything more. Not what is sold, not how people get in.
I have information that can help you with this. Why don't you come meet me tomorrow, 6PM?
-Auri
There were so many questions. How did this person know her number? How did she know what she was doing and why? She immediately let Rose know. There was a possibility that there was a leak in Lexon. She also decided to cut the stakeout short. This was too important. Besides, the text was right. Anything that she could possibly gain from this, she already had. She slipped back out of the restaurant vents in her wire form, and returned to Lexon Tower.
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The following day, Madison, in a white frilled blouse and medium-length skirt, attended the invite. Her hair was curled, her lean muscle was hidden and she looked every bit the classy rich girl she technically was. There had been no determined leak at Lexon, so she had been advised to attend the meeting and find out what was going on. It had been decided that she attend in civilian attire. Madison did not have the luxury of a private persona so there was no need to protect one, and attending such a lavish location in a costume that exposed her midriff and thighs would have been mortifying.
Arriving at the meeting room, Madison took a seat and looked at the folders. She immediately spotted the folder on Georgia, and averted her eyes. She liked to think she and Hostess had been friends, so her fall from grace was painful to ruminate on. She almost felt grateful when Sir Articus took her folder away. Sir Arcticus. Not that Madison could talk given her own careful mask of kayfabe, but surely talking like that all the time would get exhausting. There was also a man in a labcoat and a ski mask, wondering out loud why he'd been invited here.
"Just knowing more about these people and what they're doing, at the very least would help you help people. I imagine if there's anything in here that would hint that a lot of people might get hurt soon, you could be ahead of the curve." she answered. Despite her appearence of a spoiled daddy's girl, and her reputation as a corporate sellout, Madison was both passionate and knowledgable about heroics. It was her life's passion. Her life's purpose.
Madison flipped through some of the folders when a brief momentof silence fell. She immediately spotted something interesting, and leaned forward with interest as she picked up Dragon's file. So, he hada hand in the Undergroumnd Auction?
"Oh, this was what your text was talking about..." She muttered to herself, before lookingup and addressing Aurealis directly. "I was already going to investigate the Auction. Naturally, that's what Im' going to pick."