He drove off and ditched the car in a parking lot of a park nearby. He quickly wiped off any finger prints and opened and closed the door without touching it. One could never be too careful, especially while committing felonies.<br/><br/>He quickly walked to the outskirts of the manor and smirked, phasing through the wall and checking for cameras. As he found one, he slipped under it and took a quick look around. Once he was sure only the camera was watching the area, he moved up to it and connected himself to it. He looped the video on it, as always, and set up a remote trigger. He had beaten SpECTRe's technology, it was doubtful Cassie had anything better, and she had always given him a blind spot. Of course, tonight was a bit different, but the security was far more focused on the inside and the entrance.<br/><br/>He quickly moved to the side of the building and phased into what he knew to be a storage area for the servants. Inch by inch, he slipped in, quietly moving through the building his parents had worked in when he was a boy, and where he had played with his best friend. No infiltration was so ingrained in him, he was easily able to get to Cassandra's bedroom.<br/><br/>He quickly searched for a dress that was long enough, considering how short Cassie was, and reasonably adjustable. He was a disguise artist, so he while trying to get clothes at a department store on a few hundred bucks to suit several situations was difficult; finding an elegant dress for a beautiful and petite young girl was less so, though Cassie was definitely smaller than young Sami.<br/><br/>Once he had found a dress that worked, he grabbed one of Cassie's bags, folded it up and put it inside. He would ask her, but once he got to her, he'd be at risk. He needed to be able to get away quickly if something came up, and he wasn't leaving without the dress.<br/><br/>He slipped down to the room above the main hall and slowly lowered himself through the floor into a dark area around the ceiling and began to scan the crowd for Cassandra.<br/><br/>She was, of course, with James... He wondered if that was why he had chosen that name... 'Oh... great, that's quite a complex...' He didn't care for James, but he couldn't expect Cassie to wait for him, and it wasn't like he was a man for fidelity. It didn't mean he didn't love her.<br/><br/><em>"This isn't the time."</em>He hissed to himself quietly.<br/><br/>He had to follow her, out of sight, until she was someplace where he could signal her.