Chester, when he wasn't entertaining people, either in the club, on the street or in bed, was usually in his apartment. It wasn't all that special, a normal, low rent studio that held only what he needed and nothing more. Chesh wasn't a material kind of guy. He had a reasonable bed, all the kitchen amenities, and a desk that held his one pride and joy, a triple screen, duel tower, monster of a computer. This was his livelihood, his source of income, entertainment, and social interaction outside his job. It was the envy of the hacking community. And just as Mari deviated from her normal routine, it began to beep.<br/><br/>Chesh bolted upright in bed, still mostly asleep but reacting to the sound out of instinct. The motion disturbed the other man and woman that lay on either side of him, and both sleeping forms moaned and shifted as Chesh crawled out from under the covers. He walked from the bed, picking up clothing as he did so, his gaze never leaving the monitor and it's persistent beeping. As Chesh pressed a few specific keys to power up the monitor, the man in the bed behind him rose groggily and rubbed his eyes.<br/><br/>"What's that, kitty cat?" he asked in rhyme. It was a game Chesh had been playing with them, and it had lost its charm.<br/><br/>"You two need to leave." Chesh commanded, not even looking back.<br/><br/>**************<br/><br/>Twenty minutes later, Chesh got on his TEA phone and called up Dumas. As soon as the line opened, Chesh was talking.<br/><br/>"She's deviated." He said. It had been several days since the plant, and this was the first real information they'd gotten. "She's in downtown, near that one old abandoned train station on Seventh and Looking Glass ave."