<strong>Ada (NYC)</strong><em>with Paradox</em><br/><br/>"Hey don't sweat it, I- Oh! Are you out with a guy?" Kim paused to stared at Ada and her mouth opened wide. "Oh-em-gee!" She squealed and grinned. "Oh sorry I didn't mean to interrupt your date! Its just, Ada here is the sweetest gal but I haven't seen her for weeks and I was beginning to think some meta ran into her and kidnapped her to some private little villainous love nest."<br/><br/>Chuckling a little Kim smirked at her own joke, being someone that would laugh at them even if everyone else stood in awkward silence. "I've gotta  tell everyone I saw you and you're alright, and that you got a new man! Ohh! Can I get a picture of you two tog- Eww! Where did you get that belt girl, Sorry, but plastic is so<em>out</em>."<br/><br/>Looking at Ada and at the belt she had acquired from Tony, a frown on her face. The belt itself sticking out a little from her bag.<br/><br/><strong>Paradox (NYC)</strong><em>with Ada</em><br/><br/>Watching the two women, Paradox came up with a list of information about this woman, Kim. She ran a blog on-line, but later on it became a high-rated meta-news site, commited to neutral stance but posting all exciting rumors and facts, separated into two clearly separate sections but still. This woman was one of the forces that spread misinformation, perhaps unwittingly but still.<br/><br/>As he stood there, he could see a symbol at a passing truck. A symbol later associated with many of the<em>unexploded bombs</em>in American soil, back in the age he was originally from. That company was still there, but the symbol did not contain the name on big enough print for him to see as the truck turned a corner and out of sight.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Myriad (NYC)</strong><br/><br/>After the drive to her apartment, Valerie was lead along to the  hallway by the trio of police. A stern looking man that looked like an extra from a WW2 movie of germans, with firm jaw and somehow 'evil and mean' looking face. The moment that Valerie Dobson had come out she had been saluted by the man who introduced himself as Carl Stein, and the man had the look of someone that hit the gym all the time. Vicious, mean, intimidating, he was certainly a sort of police officer that would make a troublemaker think twice about arguing with the law.<br/><br/>Besides him walked an african-american policeman with neatly cut hair and the looks of an excited rookie. He kept looking at Valerie and brushing a notebook with his fingers now and then, but had not said anything after his introduction. When he approached her at the station, he had excitedly pronounced himself to be "Michael Stephenson, one of your biggest fans ma'am, if I could-" At which point Carl had raised his voice interrupting the man, as well as glaring at him sharply. The man had been quiet ever since. It had to be the 'Mike' mentioned on the phone earlier, the voice sounded similar afterall.<br/><br/>Lastly was a female officer, a little older woman with the looks of someone from south america, with her tanned skin finely cared for, but her body moving with the agility of someone that either knew dancing, or who knew martial arts. Her steps were precise, and her eyes alert as they neared the door. "Elisabeth Blackwood, Beth to everyone at the station", she was a smart woman from the looks of it, as well as the person that took point when they came to the apartment.<br/><br/>Opening the door Beth revealed the sight of trashed furniture and broken walls, hit like someone was swinging an axe or a sledgehammer. Everything was broken, beaten, even the porcelaine seat in the bathroom had been hit to pieces. There was no water flowing from the looks of it at least.<br/><br/>There was one thing that was<em>not</em>supposed to be there though. Picture frame with an image of her and Timothy, back before she got to really know him, taken at the place they met at. Someone had smashed the picture against a wall.<br/><br/><strong>Myriad (LA)</strong><br/><br/>"Please, its 'Handsome Devil' miss!" The photographer smirked and smiled to her, starting to shoot pictures of her quickly. He admired her, and wanted to make love to her with the camera. He was not a fan before, but he clearly enjoyed a view of her. The few times she was showing more than the publishing might allow, he held his finger off button, not wanting to take pictures that could not be used, though the temptation was there.<br/><br/>Not for money, even if he could have probably sold them off for a high price somewhere else later. No, because he wanted to save a few that bold pictures to give her for her portfolio and perhaps, with her permission, to keep to himself. Smiling, he kept taking shots before suddenly speaking up. "Oh you make me want to take a few personal ones, do you have a portfolio that could use some bold pictures?" At least he had asked.<br/><br/>"Respect the lady and let her set the limit." Hef smiled at that time, admiring Val's figure in the water and then another one, and another, seeming to be feeling rather hot himself based on how he stepped a little aside to retrieve a cool towel to wipe his face with before pausing to look at her, enjoy her work. "A natural if you ask me."<br/><br/>The photoshoot was going well, and would be wrapped up in no time if things went that well.