<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Myriad, Nadia</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Afternoon, Hyton Inn, Renton</strong><br/><br/>The pair in the hotel were left to wait and watch as the hotel's business slowly began to pick up.  A couple of sedans pulled in, but one held what looked to be a married wage-slave couple, while the other had a lone man who was probably a business traveler.  A short while later Myriad noticed a lone man arrive in a beat up old junker of a car.  Even at a distance she could see poorly concealed tattoos peaking out from beneath a badly fitting suit that was so baggy he could have easily concealed an assault rifle under it.  The man paused to crack his neck, then headed for the main lobby.<br/><br/>It was hard to tell how close to sunset it was but it felt like the overcast grey of the day was starting to darken when a black SUV pulled into the parking lot.  The vehicle matched the description given to them by Mr. Stone, but when the driver door open out stepped a male ork in a well-fitted suit, a moment later a human woman of Korean, or at least Asian, ancestry in a matching suit climbed out of the passenger side.  Neither had a briefcase.  They inspected the parking lot before heading towards the lobby, a few minutes later a second identical SUV pulled up and parked beside the first.  The men who climbed out, dressed in near identical suits to the previous couple, were clearly the targets.  They were both human, both of Korean ancestry, and the passenger had the briefcase cuffed to his wrist.  They quickly scuttled towards the lobby, the driver scanning the parking lot nervously as he went, his hand occasionally twitching towards his jacket.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Butterfly, Stella, Junkcat</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Afternoon, The Guzzling Gal, Auburn</strong><br/><br/>Butterfly noted little in the way of landmarks.  The area was not as densely settled as downtown, and although there were a few industrial towers and stacks to the north and west, to the south was only the barrens of Puyullap and the towering mountains.  The bar was on a reasonably well-maintained road however, and it was a short shot through multiple routes to reach the 410.  None of the present vehicles stood out to her as unusual, though she did note the same graffiti, probably a gang sign, on multiple of the junked vehicles as well as a dumpster.  The graffiti took the form of a stylized jack-o-lantern.<br/><br/>Ronka gave Butterfly an appraising, almost respectful, look up and down as Butterfly hopped out of the van.  Her tongue flicked out for a moment to run along her lips, then she answered.<br/><br/>"You'll need to move any instruments, but you should be able to interface with our sound system easy enough.  The back entrance through the kitchen is the shortest route to the stage if you want to park back there."  She motioned as she spoke towards the dumpster that sat alongside the building, the proffered entrance likely being someplace beyond it.<br/><br/>"We pick up after dark."  Ronka answered Junkcat's question about business.  "That's when the heavy drinkers show."  The answer seemed honest, though a flicker of her eyes spoke of things left unsaid.<br/><br/>Ronka definitely licked her lips as Stella appeared, and this time her appraising gaze lingered a few moments longer than was necessary.  The hand she extended to take Stella's was slightly wet from the rain, and the overly strong grip she offered hinted that she saw Stella as a weak individual, lesser in some way.  <br/><br/>"We have a spare change room you can use, it's next to the staff ones.  You go on stage in 47 minutes, the deal with your agent was 4 hours with a half hour break, so don't try and skip out early."  The last was stated with a glower.  "Know?  The crowd is low class and hard drinkers, show some skin and they won't care if you sound like a cat going through a wood chipper."  She seemed about to continue when a man in a cook's clothes ran up and whispered something in her ear.  <br/><br/>"Again?"  She answered the man,  before shaking her head.  Then, aimed back at Stella.  "If you'll excuse me."  With that she turned to follow the cook towards the bar. <br/><br/>The change room was located in an addition on the back of the bar.  It was accessed through a narrow hallway connected to the kitchen.  The hallway had three doors, each a change room, and a washroom at the end.  Otherwise it had no windows and no exit except to the kitchen.  Each change room had a number of shelves and lockers, and a small attached washroom.  The washrooms each had a small window high up on the rear wall, but they didn't look like they opened. <br/><br/>The kitchen seemed to be the central hub of the place, with an exit to the change room hallway, outside, a storage room, and the main area.  The main area was a large open space.  The entrance to the kitchen was on an outer corner on the far wall from the main front entrance.  The stage, which was a couple of feet higher than the main floor, was located immediately next to the kitchen's door and took up the entirety of the rear wall.  A door to the public washrooms sat on the opposite side of the stage from the kitchen entrance.  The bar lined one side wall, booths lined the other.  The rest of the area had small tables surrounded with battered chairs.  There were a dozen tables scattered about, each with a half-dozen seats, plus a dozen or so stools on the wall, and a half-dozen large booths.  <br/><br/>There was a bouncer by the front entrance, a half dozen people in the kitchen, a couple of bartenders, and a trio of servers at work when the runners arrived.  Ronka was standing outside behind the bar, her back towards the runners and her voice low as she talked with someone over her comlink.  A half-dozen working class men were scattered across a trio of tables, but none looked of particular interest and most were already halfway through their drinks.<br/></div></div>