Thread: Ceremonial Killer (Haruchai x BeauteousDeath)

Cross nodded. I'll make a few calls and see what I can do. He took her card looked at it and then tucked it in an inside pocket of his jacket. When she inquired about breakfast he said simply, I'm a bacon and eggs kinda guy. as if that answered everything. He smiled softly as he started to exit the truck. I saw from your card that you're Agent Owen. It's nice to meet you. With that he exited the truck and shut the door and smirked to himself. The car looked like it had been left untouched and he got in and started it up. The V-8 came to life and Cross pulled out of the small lot and onto the street. Whatever had been holding up traffic had been cleared and he moved smoothly into the street and was soon on his way to his hotel. He could order dinner there. December 20th, 2011 - 507pm Cross arrived in front of his hotel. 341 West 36th Street, the Wyndham Garden Hotel. He parked, hanging the lot placard so he'd not be towed and then headed inside after grabbing his laptop from the trunk and locking up the vehicle. He was greeted by the staff at the front desk, who informed him that he had a couple messages. They handed them over. One was from his Director, wanting contact to make sure he'd checked in alright. The other was in an envelope, the man behind the desk relating that it had been dropped off and had not been opened. Which meant that it was hand-delivered by someone who knew he was here. Odd. I'll open this in my room. he said. Very good, Mr. Cross. the young man at the desk said. Envelope in hand Cross gets on the elevator and heads up. His room is on the eighth floor and as the elevator is otherwise unoccupied Cross opens the letter. There, on a single piece of folded notebook paper, in ink and a spidery sort of script, is scrawled out - You shall NOT prevail What the fuck?! Cross thought, and exited the elevator. He'd barely had time to ponder just what the hell the note meant, or who had left it, when he opened the door to his room... and froze in his tracks. His clothes, all the drawers, the bed - all of it had been tossed and rummaged through. Motherfucker! Cross exclaimed in his mind and moved gingerly into the room, drawing his firearm as he did so. There was no indication that anyone was still here, but one never knew. Carefully moving through the scattered possessions Cross cleared the room and then shut the door. His laptop had been in the car, so that was a boon. Obviously whomever had been here had been looking for something... but what? As Cross began to organize his things, he soon found out... a quick call to leave a message with his Director was made. December 21, 2011 - 500am The alarm awoke Cross at 5am, and the Agent roused himself and moved from the bed and groggily to the shower. He shaved and showered and picked another suit. Once he'd determined just what was missing, he had called the staff, who were entirely apologetic and had even arranged for new clothes for him. It was their security that had been breached after all. Cross was no convinced that it was more than a single killer. Perhaps an entire group was not doing the bloodletting, but more than one was certainly responsible. After the shower he dried vigorously, dressed, and headed out, laptop in hand. His car was as he had left it and he was soon on his way to the Federal Bureau Building, 26 Federal Plaza. Showing his identification he felt his stomach complaining a bit at the lack of food, and silently growled at himself for forgetting to eat the night before. Things had been too hectic, and he knew that Agent Owen would not be happy. The elevator ride to the fourth floor was long and tedious, and Cross stepped out onto the appropriate floor and headed for Agent Owen's office. The floor seemed empty, though one office near the back could be seen to have weak light coming through the blinds. Cross headed that way, following the directions Owen had given him. The door of the office with the light was Owen's office. Seemed she was the only one here. Cross rapped lightly on the door and said, Owen, it's Cross. May I come in?