<blockquote><div><cite>NocturneWolf wrote:</cite> “Mr. Ryas is one of the few lower-ring occupants who has the clearance to enter the upper rings because he worked as a gardener for one of the governors” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>“A governors gardener hrm?” Sheva pondered the information for a moment. She had assassinated dozens for the political advantage of others, all those she had taken out were usually heavily guarded at all times, how could a single predator take out a governor with no other casualties? “It’s rare for a governor to travel alone even in the most peaceful of times, what of his body guards? Were no other injured save for the governor? What information do you have regarding his death?” If they were to track down Ryes, she knew any extra information could aid in the task.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>NocturneWolf wrote:</cite> “While Mr. Ryas doesn't sound like much of a hunter from my research, he could at least be a conduit of information between the upper deck and the predator himself. Thus, once you find him, I would like for you to contact me via holocom. And since neither of you seem to have one...” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>A soft sigh escaped her lips as she accepted the black device. The item reminded her of when she had access to some of the most advance technology during her missions. It was truly amazing what sort of gadgets and gizmo’s one could come up with and use to track down their targets. A quick shake of her head brings her back to reality and to the task at hand. “If we happened upon Rya’s, would you like us to contact you before we interrogate? Or would you like us to bring him to you and let you do that yourself?” A devious, surprisingly evil grin curved on the corners of her lips. It had been far too long since she had the pleasure of extracting information from a target. Such a sadistic vice, one she longed to indulge herself in again.<br/><br/>It certainly seemed like an odd situation to fall so easily into their lap. There had to have been people more qualified for the ordeal. Why snatch to random refugees out of a crowd simply in hopes they would hunt down a predator? Something about the situation didn’t sit right. Sheva didn’t trust easily, even the large Kitsune she had spent weeks with she still kept at arms length and refused to get close other then little playful teases and quips. Looking down at the device that was handed it to her Sheva scans it over, seeing if it had any type of tracking or any sinister modifications.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Using computer skill to see if there’s any unusual modifications to the device Naya’s handed to Kahmori and Sheva. Such as tracking or even a minor explosive.<br/><br/>(2d6 + 3): 3, 6 + 3 = 12</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>NocturneWolf wrote:</cite> “I know we've been talking about work, but I think now would be a good time for both of you to have a vacation. Wouldn't you agree?” </div></blockquote><br/><br/>A charming smile formed upon her features. “A vacation is exactly what we need!” Sheva said excitedly, pretending to be a little more happy about the current situation then she let on. “Thank you for allowing us to stay and enjoy the town a bit. I hope we are able to quickly put an end to the cities troubles” The innocent little act was nothing more then to get Naya’s attention. The beautiful slender Kitsune locks eyes with him, peering deeply within his mind and searching for any possible deception or withheld information. The sensation was rather pleasant, Naya’s could feel a warm comforting sensation spreading throughout his mind and relaxing his body as she probed and searched his inner thoughts.<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Reading Naya’s thoughts, Attempting to uncover any hidden motives or information regarding the mission<br/><br/>(2d6 + <img alt="8)" src="./images/smilies/icon_cool.gif" title="Cool"/>: 5, 6 + 8 = 19</div></div></div><br/><br/>Turning quickly to Kahmori she grinned. “Well brother, I’m exhausted from the trip. What say you to getting something to eat then heading to the hotel to relax for the evening? I do hope they give us separate beds. You sprawl out like a wet dog” Sheva sticks out her tongue in disgust.