Log:Blast From the Past, Scene 5

Blast From the Past 2018/02/12 	 Amelia Chase Conley Daemon Dr. Jack Lassiter Null Scarlet Vicki

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= Amelia =

Amelia is following Chase Conley from the Hospice

Conley walks away from the hospice. He's got a motorcycle parked nearby. He's grabbing his helmet when he notices Amelia trailing him. He puts on his helmet and mounts the bike, preparing to ride off.

Amelia walks over to Chase, "Catch a ride on the pavillion?" she asks. "Otherwise I'll have to fly and that draws /so/ much attention."

"Depends," Chase says, "Who are you? Friends with that tall gal?"

Amelia puts out her hand, "Accquaintance. I'm Amelia Steinberg. From Colonial Bay." she tells him.

Chase smiles. "Knew it!" he says. "Had a feeling you might be from there." He shakes the proffered hand. "Chase Conley. You know, I think we might be on the same side!" He beckons with a nod of his head. "Hop on."

Amelia climbs onto the bike behind Chase. "If we're on the same side, which I hope we are, maybe we should share what we know? Put enough pieces together and the picture becomes clearer."

"Hang on, now," Chase says. He revs the engine and begins to drive back to the nearby town. He goes hard on the gas, and seems to enjoy taking the turns as quickly as possible. "Sure," he says. "I'd be happy to share. But I got zilch! The doctor shut me down fore we could get to talking."

Amelia shouts over the rush of the air, "So what brought your attention to Dr Lassiter in the first place? In my case, mostly coincidence. I was on the scene when Carl Meacham re-appeared. You know about Carl Maechan, right?"

"Yeah," Chase says over the sound of the wind and the engine. "Turns out Lassiter's failed experiment didn't exactly fail, so I got asked to get in touch with the doctor... Now I know your guys in Colonial Bay do things a little different, but you a little young to be a Starguard Agent?"

Amelia shouts back, "That's because I'm not. Not young as young as I appear. And not a Starguard Agent. I'm a Chosen One." She laughs, "I used to be able to say I'm /the/ Chosen One but now there's two of us. Don't worry if you haven't heard of us. Unless you're a demon, devil, or vile evil mage our worlds don't intersect that much. I'm just helping out Starguard."

= Vicki and Scarlet =

The hospice where Lassiter is staying is on the Carribbean side of Costa Rica, with a view of a private beach. The facade is grand and well taken care of, perhaps hinting at well-to-do clientele.

Airplanes are the best way to travel. Sapphire was off doing some legwork when she got the call to head to Costa Rica. So she created her plane and hopped in. A quick orbital jump and she comes down.. the plane disintigrating around her as she drops out to land near the facility.

"Sorry I'm late." she says to Scarlet as she drops down to land, and turns off her blue-ness... leaving her in civilian clothing with brown hair and brown eyes. "It was suggested to me that you might like a bit of backup."

After her 'conversation' with Chase, Scarlet shakes her head and takes a moment to straighten herself up, retighten her ponytail to give her that severe professional look she uses so often and then walks up towards the entrance to the hospice. White labcoat, business skirt dress underneath, she pulls up her haptic interface on what information she has on Lassiter and then goes about just trying to walk past the orderlies if they are still there to enter into the hospice and the reception.

Scarlet smiles at Sapphire, "It should be interesting. I do not know how SG's relations with this country are, but it might be necessary to use them to get inside." Then she looks forwards again.

There are two orderlies on the front steps of the build, still on hand from blocking Chase from entering. As Vicki and Scarlet approach, one shrugs and the other looks to his co-worker. They seem ok with letting the two women pass inside.

Best way to sneak into places.. act like you belong there. Vicki just nods to Scarlet and clasps her hands behind her back. She lets Scarlet take the lead on talking here for the moment. Her social graces are -tolerable-, but she's a cop. She opens her mouth and she'll always sound like a cop, no matter what language it's in.

Not even a twitch of a smile at Scarlet's lips when they just walk right in and then head directly to the receptionist. Still looking at her haptic interface on her PDA Scarlet glances only briefly at the receptionist, "Dr. Thames here to see Dr. Lassiter. Has his room changed?" She asks in a steady businesslike tone that indicates she doesn't really have time for the delay.

"Did you have an appointment?" the receptionist asks. She checks the computer on her side of the desk. "I don't see any visits for Dr. Lassiter."

Narrowing her own eyes, Vicki says to Scarlet. "Did your assistant screw up again?" She sighs and now says, "Look. It's been a long day, and we're a bit jetlagged. Is there any way you can help out here? I'm sure Doctor Lassiter has time to squeeze us in." She smiles a bit, but not -too- much.

The receptionist botches her Bureaucracy roll...

The receptionist shakes her head. "I swear! Mariana does this all of the time!" She sighs heavily as she rises from her seat. "I'll have a talk with her right now. Please, go ahead... What are your names? I'll put them in the record." She sighs again. "That girl..."

"It appears she did." Scarlet answers Vicki with a frown of exasperation, "Dr. Allcom." She says for herself, because every Doctor is Doctor Allcom in a hospital and it's possible that the receptionist may not know that it's fake. Then she nods, "And the room for Dr. Lassiter please? I have important information regarding his treatments and every moment counts."

Not giving her own name, Vicki steps back behind Scarlet as if she is literally not important enough to rate a name. She's here to carry things, move stuff, take notes, that sort of thing. Following Dr. Allcom is the person in charge, right?

"You'll find him in the Solarium," the receptionist says. She presses a button to buzz the two visitors through. "Follow the signs." As soon as the woman have passed, she calls out in Spanish: << Mariana! I want to talk to you right now! >>

= Null and Daemon =

Aleph|Null make their way to the room facing the sea. Daemon can sense his partners movements but never see them directly. Null is a master of moving around and leaving everyone unaware- but the plan the pair have come up with en route is one leaving his ace in reserve. Null will watch their backs, and Daemon will give Lassiter an offer he can't refuse.

Daemon arrives via the window above the door- using his spider-cling to skitter through it and then he drops down from the ceiling, landing silently. He debates on doing the whole 'Ghost of Christmas Past' thing but thinks better of it knowing that the others are likely not going find his antics particularly hilarious. He sighs (silently thanks to his sound dampeners) before turning off his NanoCloak and the dampeners.

He pixelates into view standing at the foot of Doctor Lassiter's bed. "Good afternoon, Doctor Lassiter. I know you've got a strict calendar and aren't prone to surprise visits but I've got a proposition for you that cannot come through standard channels. I represent a group that can give you exactly what you're in need of most." He says, keeping his tone flat and business like. He almost sounds bored.

Doctor Lassiter is a frail old man in his ninetys. He's resting in a hospital bed, with the bed elevated so that he can sit up and look out towards the sun and the beach. His reaction to Daemon is glacial, dulled. He blinks, slowly. "Who... who are you?"

Null waits outside, listening and watching while hiding away. He's just monitoring the situation for now.

"My name is of less importance than who it is I represent, Doctor." Daemon says as his nanosuit shifts in front of the doctor, and becomes a fine three-piece suit and a think cyberpunk detective style jacket. As ever, the guantlets and helmet remain in place- unchanged. "People who can get you out of this place- back to good health again. A true cure. You didn't warrant the attention previously, but it seems your experiement was quite a success."

= Amelia =

Chase takes the motorcycle around a tight turn. "Magic huh? To be honest, that weird stuff makes my head hurt thinking about it... No offense, Amelia." He slows up a little bit with some traffic ahead. "You partner, what's her deal?"

Amelia shouts, "You haven't told me which interests you represent, Chase. You said we may be on the same side, but as yet I don't know which side that might be in your case."

Chase says, "I'm an Air Force Captain... right now assigned to the Defense Department. Trying to make sense of the stuff that's happened."

Amelia laughs, "And you think magic is mind hurting? How about an experiment that starts in the 10's and pops out a metal man in the 60's. Anyway, not really my partner. She's another of the Colonial Bay heroes. And like me just helping out Strarguard as far as I know."

Chase laughs, "Yeah, fair enough!" He speeds up to pass by some slow moving traffic. "I can't imagine what that must be like. You know? For Meacham."

Amelia nods but shouts to Chase, "You ought to keep an eye on him. What I've heard doesn't suggest he was the nicest of people to start with and now he's a meta. Power corrupts all to often and for someone who wasn't an angel in the first place..."

Amelia adds, "Anyway, aren't we heading the wrong way?"

Chase brakes straightens his posture a little. "Did I pass your spot? Though you were heading back to the town..."

Amelia smiles although of course Chase won't see it as she's behind him. "If you want to talk to Dr Lassiter we should be heading back to the hospice. I'm sure my companions and I will be able to convince Dr Lassiter to talk to us, and you if you're with us." she says.

Chase pulls over at the side of the road. He looks back to Amelia. "I don't think that's gonna work. I told them who I work for..." He shakes his head. "I don't think Lassiter's a big fan of the government right now. Not sure if he ever was, really."

"He didn't want to talk," he adds. "Figured it was better to leave than to makea big scene."

Amelia grins, "Trust me." she says, and speaks a word of Power. A gate back to the entrance of the hospice opens twenty feet in front of the bike.

"Jesus H Chri--" Chase says, seeing space and time folding in front of him. "Uh, excuse me," he adds, apologizing.

Amelia leans forward to bump Chase's crash lid with her forehead, "I've heard worse."

= Null and Daemon =

"My name is of less importance than who it is I represent, Doctor." Daemon says as his nanosuit shifts in front of the doctor, and becomes a fine three-piece suit and a think cyberpunk detective style jacket. As ever, the guantlets and helmet remain in place- unchanged. "People who can get you out of this place- back to good health again. A true cure. You didn't warrant the attention previously, but it seems your experiement was quite a success."

"Good health?" Lassiter rasps. "Impossible... Are... are you real?"

The Spyder simply nods. "Of course I am. Though I can understand your confusion and certainly your disbelief. But I'm quite serious. A complete cure will be yours in exchange for your complete assistance." He doesn't elaborate purposefully.

"I've got terminal cancer," Lassiter rasps. "What can you do? Just leave me alone..."

"I've got orders not to leave until I have attained your assistance, Doctor. Though there are a multitude of ways to get that assistance." Daemon explains. "If you knew who you were addressing you wouldn't question our capabilities. Now- if you'd rather die, I should warn you that we will extract that information after your death. So I suggest you reap the benefits." His tone is flat and unconcerned.

"I.. I need some kind of proof that you can deliver," Lassiter says. "What is it that you want?"

"Proof? I'm not sure how I'd prove that to you without actually curing you. And then- well then I don't have much of a bargaining chip- now do I?" Daemon asks as he turns and strides towards the patient monitor. He places his palm on it- his intention is to show the good Doctor what will happen to him if he doesn't participate.

Lassiter says, "I... I don't understand... Why should I care what happens to me after I'm dead."

"I wouldn't so much call it 'dead' as it is... undead." Daemon explains as the TV starts changing on its own at his whim as he explains more. "Dead brain tissue is simply not capable of transmitting its stored data. So- you will be revived, albeit sans-body. Then the information will be taken. I'm told the process is quite... unomfortable for the subject. And of course, you wouldn't not be terminated- but instead kept on ice for later use." Daemon leans on his scare tactic harder.

<> Null subvocalizes over the comms as he remains on watch outside. <>

Lassiter presses the nurse call button on his bed.

= Scarlet =

Scarlet walks into the Solarium to find the (not-so) good Dr. Lassiter and it doesn't take much for her to do so what with a guy looming over the old man and looking quite nefarious. She blinks and then starts forwards, "What are you doing to my patient?" She asks and moves to put herself in between Daemon and Dr. Lassiter, trying to play good cop? Or maybe just actually outraged at the images she saw on the screen before it blanked and the means by which Daemon is apparently trying to coerce the dying man.

The Spyder is quick on the uptake and is now planning to use the rest of his ground team's arrival to their advantage. He turned the screws and now there is someone to play against- someone who's an actual Doctor. Not the type of Doctor they need, but Lassiter doesn't know that. So rolling with the punches he looks to Doctor Lassiter. "Think about what I said. I'll be back for your answer." Then with that, the Spyder activates his nanocloak and sound dampeners. Trying to look as nefarious as he can while he's still visible.

With Daemon disappeared, Lassiter clicks on his painkiller button and slowly zones out.