<div class="floatright">(http://i1133.photobucket.com/albums/m592/MistressofPen/Steph01.jpg) </div><strong>Character:</strong>Stephanie Kane<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>63 Wall Street, Conf. Room, hall, outside/1000 hrs.<br/><strong>Attire:</strong>Jeans, boots, sweater, scarf, leather jacket.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone in the room or hallway.<br/><hr/><br/>Stephanie picked up the parts of her cell phone, curious about why the girl had taken the battery out; smartphones had enough capacitors in them to juice background data.  Beyond that, why not try to figure out what the little insect was?  Maybe this was one of those times when her curiosity should not be allowed to run rampant...  She went back to her seat, shoving the phone parts into her jacket pocket.<br/><br/>She opened the box and pulled out a new phone, grinning wryly.  She powered it up and shoved it in a free pocket.  From the envelope, she slid out a new ID, passport and VISA; her face with a different name.  Cool.  She put the items into the inner pocket of her jacket and then stood up once more, picking up her notebook.<br/><br/>She felt the need to go to the library and do a bit more research.  While she’d been to the Peninsula once, up to the roof for drinks at the bar and terrace, she didn’t remember exactly how it was set.  A courtyard, in the center of a U or C shaped structure, she thought…  Well, a little detour past the hotel might be in order, too.<br/><br/>She watched people leave the room as if they had all the time in the world.  Stephanie felt a sense of urgency to gather information.<br/><br/>IR LED lights, she thought, beginning to make lists in her head.  Caps, but only if they extracted the target.  Being outside the visible spectrum IR lights wouldn’t show up to humans, but they blew out security cameras.  Clip a couple to your cap’s visor and your head turned into a ball of light on video cameras.<br/><br/>Was it simplistic of her to think that it would be nice to just pilfer a maid’s uniform?  Slip in, zap the professor and trundle him out with the dirty towels in a laundry cart.  That would require knowing housekeeping’s routine and they didn’t have that much time.<br/><br/>Oh…crap…there wasn’t any parking by the hotel that she could recall.  She’d arrived in a taxi, and was pretty much dumped on the street in front of the hotel.  Stephanie looked around, hoping others were coming up with ideas as opposed to barriers.  This was a logistical nightmare.  Not even including figuring out where he had all the copies of his formula.  She swallowed hard, acid roiling in her stomach.<br/><br/>Six miles there.  Six miles back here.  But, would they return here?  Would they need a room at another hotel…a less posh hotel?<br/><br/>“Anyone want to go to the library?” she called, heading for the apartment's front door.  Seeing the hotel, the route there, maybe things would settle in her head.  Maybe she'd keep riding and call it a day.  The phone in her pocket drew her back to reality.  She had a leash and she'd be a good doggie...until it didn't suit her anymore.<br/>