Stein — Roleplayer Guild

Ilani Marie Jackson

Ilani took a deep sigh as the particularly cold blast of air settled on her skin, that only a government building could provide. The humidity was almost a viscous entity outside, and she was glad to be rid of it, if only for a few moments.

Al was currently headed back to the car to grab the spare battery she’d carelessly forgotten. 

“What are you going to do? Besides get into trouble while I’m gone?” Al had asked Ilani.

“Well...there’s the possibility I might pee, but that’s about all the variety I’ve got” she’d shrugged off the question. She’d shown her phone, indicating that she would have something to record from at least and waved a goodbye as she’d scrambled through the crowd toward City Hall.

Now, standing inside the entryway, she could think for a moment. She and Al had gotten a few bits from people, and enough to paint a picture. But, Ilani wanted more. She had to sell the narrative of the villain that Fairchild Electronics really was. But how? Security was present, but they seemed a bit more thinned than she would have guessed. No doubt the personnel was probably being concentrated more outside as the commencement neared. 

With a pause, Ilani took a deep breath, widening her eyes and feeling the familiar jolt up her spine as her powers activated. The world around her pulsed and expanded as Illy took in every detail around her: the people, the furniture, supplies, architecture, cameras, and etc. Scanning the room, her eyes honed in on a man holding a tablet, across the lobby from her. His back was to her, and she could see the tablet. Her pupils dilated as her powers manifested once more, honing in on the tablet. Within an instant, the tablet zoomed into her vision with perfect detail, as if she were standing right over the man’s shoulder. 

“Jackpot,” she whispered to herself. He was flitting through the Security Personnel itinerary before switching tabs to a layout of the map. Ilani was able to visually process the schematic in the seconds it took him to check his position and switch tabs yet again. An alert flashed across his screen, and Illy saw the notification that Robert Fairchild was preparing to depart from his office.

Her timing couldn’t be better. With a view of the itinerary, map and bird flown from his nest, Ilani was in a prime position. What secrets could she find in the office of a nefarious and wealthy man? She turned, leaving the building. There was a side-exit that was often forgotten she might be able to use.

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Keeping her body low and quick, Ilani darted to the side of City Hall, avoiding people and officials. There seemed to be some kind of rush of security personnel just as she left and Ilani didn’t know to be thankful of her timing or wary of it. Would Fairchild still be able to leave his office, or was this a dead end?
As she rounded the corner, attention focused behind her, she was taken aback by a presence. With a jolt, Illy scrambled back a pace, dipping lower, hiding behind a garbage can. The figure didn’t look to be security and was...somewhat familiar.

Before she could curb her impulses, Ilani took a step forward and called out, startling the figure.

“Emory Fairchild?”

She took a step forward, eyeing him. She knew about all the Fairchild members, at least somewhat, though her attention centered and Robert. But, something seemed off about the Fairchild son. Primarily, he looked disgruntled and otherwise agitated. But also, hurried and even panicked. Her eyes could see the small ruffles in his clothes and tension in demeanor. She could even see a slight sheen to him, almost as if he were sweaty, but it looked almost oily. 

“Are you...are you alright Mr. Fairchild?” she asked, extending a hand to him. She looked down to see a black, ichor-like substance around his feet. “Uhh...let’s get you away from here, okay?”
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