<div class="floatright">(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Steph01.jpg) </div><strong>Character:</strong>Stephanie Kane<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>Reconnaissance/Research-The library, DOB, The Peninsula/ 1000-1230<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Jeans, boots, sweater, scarf, leather jacket.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Stephanie gave a short nod to the negative response from the blonde.  She drew the scarf from her pocket and wrapped it about her head as she headed out the door.  Her guts were clenched from both fear and excitement.  When Ian had taken her out to scout locations and choreograph what-could-happen’s, she’d been invigorated.  Now, with a real goal and a real purpose, she felt the fire in her blood reignite.  She could see the curiosity followed by dismissal in the eyes of her team members.  All that did was add more coal to the fire.<br/><br/>The elevator took her down as gently as it had up.  In a few minutes, she was back on the bike, helmet and gloves in place, jacket zipped; androgynous and hopefully unremarkable.<br/><br/>She went first past the Peninsula.  The old building was gorgeous.   Stephanie only stared as long as the traffic slowed.   She didn’t want to draw attention, so she continued on to the library.<br/><br/>A perusal of the information about the Professor didn’t garner much more than her quick search earlier.  She did find out his wife’s name and that she was last known to live in the city.  She found a phone number and address and tucked those away.<br/><br/>Next, she looked for a book she recalled about Ciphers.  Pulling it out she flipped through pages until she found the one with a picture of an insect.  Cicada 3301.  Unsolved.  Internet mystery/cipher/puzzle.  Thought to be a game initially, then thought to be a recruitment tool for the CIA, MI6, or NSA.  Stephanie squinted at the picture.  But, the image on her phone was not the same as the one used by this group.  She slid the book back and tried for simple: Identify the bug.  She put her phone back together and powered it up.  All she could really say was that the insect was ugly.  She picked up a little bug book and flipped through, finding the bug quickly; Firefly.<br/><br/>Well, now isn’t that helpful? Disgusted with herself for wasting time on such a foolish endeavor, Stephanie put the bug book back on the shelf and shut off the phone.  She stood in the stacks, thinking.<br/><br/>Blinking, Stephanie moved haltingly towards the biography section and found a book on the good professor.  Someone had scrawled some personal opinions in the book.  But, what remained was not much about the man, more about his science and that was right over Stephanie’s head.  However, there were a few people thanked in the foreward; Parents, wife, and his agent.  Stephanie wrote down the name, put the book back and felt somewhat better about her choice of activities.<br/><br/>Next stop, the department of buildings.  She left the headscarf in place and added a pair of low-power, black framed glasses.  She didn’t know what exactly she’d have to do to get someone to give her copies of the plans, but, she wanted to be prepared for anything.  Seeing a harried woman behind the counter, Stephanie’s plan changed from flirting to irritation.   Stephanie tried to lecture the poor civil servant on the overlooked company of Hiss and Weeke, she couldn’t get the copies to her fast enough. It took a little wheedling, even a little begging.  But, Stephanie managed to get copies of the Peninsula’s plans.  She also got a copy of the plans for the Belnord Apartments, designed by the same architects as the Gotham/Peninsula.  When Stephanie asked about any alterations to the Peninsula, the woman glared at her, but went off and brought forward the HVAC upgrades and a permit for electrical upgrades in the last five years.<br/><br/>Taking her booty, Stephanie left the DOB and headed back to the apartment.  She glanced at her watch and growled under her breath. With nowhere to put the plans, Stephanie flattened the rolls and set them on the seat, sitting on them.  One more pass by the Peninsula, around the block to have a look at the University Club behind it.  Stephanie took back streets, getting stuck in a couple of one-way streets before making her way back to the hotel.  But, now she knew the area and those errors wouldn’t be made again.  She hoped Det. Temple didn’t get pissed because she got the plans.  With a<em>fuck-it</em>shrug, Samantha parked the bike once more and headed up to the penthouse.<br/>