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It is currently 11:14 Pacific Time on Mon Feb 16 2004. Currently the moon is in the waning Crescent Moon phase (28% full). Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining. The temperature is 41 degrees Fahrenheit (5 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 29.75 and rising, and the relative humidity is 96 percent. The dewpoint is 40 degrees Fahrenheit (4 degrees Celsius.) Jeremy pages: RingRingRing. You paged Jeremy with '*click* "Hello?"'. Jeremy pages: I'm downstairs at the parlor. I got something to show ya real quick. This is important. You paged Jeremy with "...Right." *click*'. Sitting in front of his laptop is Jeremy, typing away at the keyboard quickly with his fingers. There is a *ping* Salem comes out of his office in casual attire, BDUs and t-shirt, bare feet silent on the floor. "Well?" "Not sure how you are going to take this." Turning the screen around, Jeremy presses the space bar, and a video begins to play. "Recorded this through Lee's video glasses and I cleaned it up in Director." The tape begins part of the way through... and the image shown seems inline with the photos. It is video taken from obviously hidden locations, like security cameras. In the VIP room of the temple, in an alleyway here and there, in the Demilich. All making deals, selling drugs, and having sex, then... on the tape comes an odd scene. It is of Salem, Cutter, and Rina. In harbor park, from a good distance. You see a man in a full trenchcoat walk by the Fountain. Then after some time there is great comotion. Cutter and Rina are knocked down, followed a little later by Salem, who looks to be beaten soundly by some kind of invisible force. Then after the three are up and standing, Rina is hoisted into the air and thrown into the fountain with much force. The camera then turns down the street, where a man becomes suddenly visible in the middle of the air, like half way through a massive leap that no normal human could accomplish. The camera follows him with speed unnatural, and a smoothness like a professional rolling camera mount. He is running fast down the street now, but at first at an angle that carries him right into a mailbox, which he hits hard, falling back. He picks himself up and using the store fronts as a guide continues to run down the street. This is when he encounters the police who, when the man keeps running at them, all point their weapons at him while their cars all in the road and on the sidewalk act like a roadblock. As he continues to run in, the police on the scene that appears to be in charge orders him to stop, which doesn't happen. Again and again he yells till one of the officers fires his gun without orders. The bullet hits the runner square in the face, and while the runner's face snaps to the side he doesn't stop running. Now, all kinds of bullets are being fired, and just bounce off of the man like he wasn't simply flesh for bullets to tear through. This is when he makes a massive leap, well over the cops and their cars, and takes off with such speed that they can't keep up with him. He turns to run down an alleyway, slamming into the side of a building. He feels his way down until he manages to get into an alleyway. The camera follows him, panning to keep the runner in view perfectly. About the end of the alleyway the runner leaps straight up and high enough to get on top of a building. Which is when the camera stops following him. Never does the camera show the Runner's face, but it is easy enough to assume it is the same as the man in the earlier shots, the man Jeremy would recognize as Alexy Ironskin from his computer research earlier. Jeremy leans back in the chair as he lets you view the tape, flexing his fingers some in a light cracking. Salem murmurs an oath in Serbian, his eyes widening as he watches the footage. When it's over, he passes a hand over his mouth and looks at Jeremy to ask, rather hoarsely, "This part of what you got last night?" "This was on a Tape in Boris's VCR downstairs in his basement. Two trip wires in the staircase. Gun with speed loading silver bullets in the filing cabnit. Silver envelope opener thats a bit too sharp in another cabnit. Every entrance has magnetized alarm which was easily bypassed by yer's truly after gaining access to the security codes." Jermey says. "He left his kid at home with his GF. Lee had to dodge their nakedness as they kept running from one place to the other. Kid is about sixteen I think." Salem's brow furrows. "Running?" Jeremy adds. "I recorded every movement of Lee into the house, through her glasses. So, if you want to see every room, detail by detail, I got it." He offers up a quick grin. "Also, two phone lines in the house. One in the basement labled Buisness. The other is routed through the kitchen. Bugs on both. Got a video feed in the basement through a clock, also, a keylogger on his computer downstairs in the basement, which will record everything he types." He bobs his head. "Yah, they were running around the house. Um.. playing.. naked.. Tag." Salem shakes his head, rather too appalled by the images on the tape and Jeremy's other news to be much amused. "Naked tag." Another short phrase in Serbian, a two or three words. Funny how the language sounds just like Russian to the untrained ear. Salem shakes his head. "Make sure Rina gets a copy of that tape." He frowns. "You didn't find anything that referenced the Dominion, did you?" "That I am not sure. Lee photographed a shit load of documents she found in the filing cabnits. She didn't stay down there long, mostly cuz the kiddo upstairs was just around the corner. We also didn't have much time until they got back from the banquet." Jeremy offers up a shrug. Tapping a key, a silver disc slips out of his Titanium. He plucks it up and hands it over. "DVD with encryption. Password is brokenglass one word, all lowercase. I'm going to be doing audio an vid filters tho' for the next couple of nights. I took time off work." Salem nods as he takes the disc, holding it carefully. "Good work," he murmurs. "Thanks boss. Anyways, I gotta get to work as it is. I gotta manager's meeting tonight. Afterwards, I'll be here till' bout' four a.m." Jeremy closes the lid of his laptop and hops to his feet, sliding it into his bag. Salem nods again. "See you tonight, then." He starts heading back into his office.