"Make sure Rina gets a copy of that tape."

[hazlogs]

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.