Grem and Lizbet are on the scene first, appearing for their massage “spying” appointment at the Day Spa in the same building as the lawyers’ office.

Lizbet: Ooo spinny glass doors. She seems to be referring to the rotating door entryway into the building.
Gord gives her a strange look: Yes, spinny.

Groups of people are exiting the building through the rotating glass doors. The other doors are locked due to high winds. The entrance to the spa is on the

bottom floor through glass doors, as well as a small Micky G’s cafe. It’s lunch time for most folks.

Lizbet: Uh how do you use those? They’re rotating fast…
Gord: Well, unless they did something weird like power the doors, you just walk through. They’re only going that fast because of how quickly people are

rushing through.
Lizbet: I’m going to wait until people stop going through… it might be a trap.

Apparently the security guards are on lunch too, as it seems the building is emptying, and none of the armed guards that the goblin reported are there.

Lucas: Gord is content to wait for Lizbet to go first, just to see what happens.

Once there is a lull, she steps in, but does not push, apparently waiting for the door to go on its own. When it doesn’t she looks frustrated and taps the

metal push bar. She turns to give Gord a “Huh?” look when someone goes through on the other side, thwapping her in the face and causing her to be pushed

backwards. You hear a shrilly scream as it pushes her out the other end, where she jumps to safety.

Lucas: Gord laughs out loud and follows her.

A woman sitting behind a desk runs up to where Gord is standing over Lizbet, who waves him off, panting from her fright.

Woman: Is she okay?
Gord: It’s not the first time she’s walked into a door.

The woman nods and goes back to her desk. Lizbet jumps to her feet and brushes her jeans down.

Lizbet: Okay let’s go!
Gord: Alright, let’s check the building directory, see where we’re going.

As they walk towards the directory, they notice the Mickey G’s and the Day Spa both on the ground floor through glass walls, marked quite clearly. The directory also shows that the lawyer’s office is on Floor 14, and the dentist’s office is on Floor 12… if anyone needs a tooth cleaning while waiting.

Gord: Looks like we’re headed over here, kid. Gord offers her his arm
Lizbet takes it. “What else do they do in a day spa?”
Gord: Oh, facials, manipedis, saunas, those sorts of things.
Lizbet: Ohhh. For experimentation? Are they looking for the cure to cancer?
Gord: Experimentation?
Lizbet: Those all sound like useless things… why else would anyone want to go in a room full of hot steam?
Gord: It’s relaxing. Have you ever tried it?
Lizbet: Of course not. It sounds really dull.
Gord: I bet you’ve never meditated.

The two enter the Day Spa, where a super cheery looking woman greets them, "Welcome to Green Earth, Green Living Day Spa. Please sign in and take a

seat."

Lizbet: I have no intention of learning how to float when I can just invent something to do just that instead.

The woman at the day spa desk looks at Lizbet strangely.

Gord: You really need to get out more.

Gord signs in using their agreed-upon fake names. Lizbet sits down and grabs a handful of magazines.

Lizbet: Well, this place is pretty non-threatening. Want me to text Tai…err our friend to say it’s okay?
Gord: Yeah. Tell them the door was treacherous, but other than that it looks good.
Lizbet starts humming as she speed types into her phone.

Lizbet txts Taimi: its safe, spinny door is scary tho

Torturess to Taimi: Was that them?
Taimi: Yeah, and apparently there’s something scary about the door that the goblins didn’t mention.
Taimi: But other than that, it appears to be safe.
Torturess: Well, let’s head in then, and make it quick. This rental car and the parking place charge by the hour.
Taimi: Right then.

Taimi exits the rental car as an older looking, acne-scarred, Caucasian girl with rosey cheeks.

Carrying with her their “lunches” which smell of Indian curry but are actually filled with break-in tools, Torturess does so as well.

Fiona (Torturess, in her valley girl accent): So, Delilah, how long have you been seeing Jeff?

Delilah: Well, uh… about a week, I suppose.

The two get to the rotating glass door.

Fiona: I see, have you slept with him yet?

People are entering and exiting in small numbers as they talk.

Delilah: Hwe~h? No! I wouldn’t do that… this soon.

Fiona walks through the rotating doors. Delilah, suspicious of the rotating doors since she was warned about them, follows Fiona. Nothing unusual occurs as

they enter into the lobby. Taimi suppresses the urge to mention how easy that was.

Fiona: So, have you at least kissed yet?
Delilah: Well… no…

Torturess walks passed the directory, scanning it briefly and then heads to the elevators. There are two sets of four. One labelled 2-10 and the other 11-20.

Fiona: I see, well, you should get on that.

Fiona goes to the 11-20 side.

Delilah follows alongside Fiona: But, I don’t wanna scare him off. It’s hard enough to find a guy around here, especially for a bookworm like me.
Fiona: True.

Fiona pushes the up button.

A few more people gather up by the elevator. The two fake office ladies plus three men in suits enter the elevator. One of them presses the 15 button. The

other swipes a keycard, and then presses the 18 button. The last one does nothing.

Man #2: What floor Miss?
Fiona: 14 please.
Chris: Delilah: F… Fourteen also, please.

The elevator opens on the 14th floor, and Fiona takes Delilah by the arm and walks out with her in arm. “Have a nice day, gentleman.”

Delilah does her best to keep up, so she’s not dragged. The fourteenth floor exits on two sides, there is a pair of glass doors marked “Greet Desk”, and

hallways with various doors to unmarked locations.

Fiona: Let’s poke around the hallways a bit, to get the layout.
Delilah: Um, right.

All of the other doors apparently have keycard readers. The hallway is a large square shaped, with the greet desk doors on the east side, and two doors on

each other side. There are also a men’s and women’s restroom on either side. Fiona pulls Delilah into the women’s restroom. Fiona looks under each stall,

checking for occupants.

Fiona: Alright, girly. We have a few options. Walking through the help desk is one, but risky. Waiting for someone to walk through a door and leave it open

for us is another, but hard. The last is easiest… snag someone’s card and knock them out and prop them up in a toilet.
Delilah: I might be able to bypass one of those card readers, so we wouldn’t need to knock anyone out… but it would look awfully suspicious if anyone came

along.
Fiona: Can you use your camo suit?
Delilah: I could, but anyone that gets within 2 meters would see me.
Fiona: Then I knock them out, and we have a keycard. Ok so four options. I prefer my third option. But Gord says you you are leader for this Op, so it’s your

call.
Delilah: We’ll try my way. I’ll use my camo suit, and if anyone comes along, you could try to distract them. And if you can’t keep them away, we could

always go with your plan.
Fiona: Okay, change out of your costume. If someone comes near, I’ll cough, and hopefully you can either get behind me, or hide down a corridor.
Delilah: Alright.

Taimi changes out of her ‘costume’ and hides it in one of the stalls.

Fiona: Alright, follow me out. I’ll yawn if it’s safe to follow, and cough if it isn’t.
Taimi: Right.

Taimi activates the camouflage suit. Fiona opens the door, yawning as she keeps it open with her heeled shoe. Taimi slips through the open doorway. The

hallway is empty. Fiona walks down a corridor on the far side of the greet desk, on the south west corridor.

Fiona: Do it quick. Make sure to block the door with your body, so no one can open it while you’re working on it.

Fiona hands her some tools before heading to watch over the hall. They smell like curry. Taimi goes over to one of the card reader things, and successfully

cracks the plate off the card reader and exposes the wires. She identifies the circuits and figures out a way to fake a positive scan.

Taimi hears Fiona cough. Taimi quickly closes the device back up and stands perfectly still.

Guard: Excuse me, ma’am? Can I help you?
Fiona: Oh, I’m just waiting for my friend to come out of the restroom.

Taimi sees a security guard with an AR-15 assault rifle walk around the corner. He turns back to Fiona.

Guard: Alright, but why don’t you go wait nearer to the restrooms, or inside them?
Fiona: But, it smells in there and I don’t want my food near there.
Guard: Uhh okay. I’ll check on you again in a few minutes.

The guard leaves. Fiona sighs in relief.

Taimi starts fiddling with the card reader again, knowing she’s only got a few minutes before our new friend comes back. She skillfully reroutes the wires so

any magnetic device would result in a successful entry. Unfortunately, she has none.

Fiona: How’s it going over there?
Taimi: I don’t suppose you have anything magnetic on you, do you?

Fiona shakes her head. Taimi puts the card reader back together.

Fiona: I’ll go snatch someone’s cards from the elevator and come back. You go hide in the restroom?
Taimi: Sure, I’ll change back into Delilah.

Fiona goes to the bathroom and opens the door. “Are you feeling alright, Delilah?”

Taimi slips back in. She notices the guard watching as she does.

Taimi as ‘Delilah’: Yes, I’ll be just a minute.
Fiona: I’m going to go downstairs for a few minutes. T.J. sent me a text to say he’s running late, so I’m going to go meet him. I’ll be back in a few minutes.

Fiona leaves, closing the door behind her. Taimi spends the few minutes changing back into Delilah. After a few minutes, the door opens. One of the stalls

opens, and a woman goes into it. Delilah sees her cards attached to a button on her skirt, looking down under the stall. Another minute or two later, the door

opens again.

Fiona: Delilah, are you feeling any better now?
Delilah: Yes, I’m just finished.

She remembers to flush the toilet to complete the illusion, and then washes her hands. The same time she exits her stall, the other woman does as well.

She stares between the two of the fake office ladies slowly as she washes her hands.

Fiona: Hi.
Woman: Uh, hi. Who are you?
Fiona looks like she’s considering things. “We’re here to advice at the 4 o’clock meeting.”
Woman: What 4 o’clock meeting?
Fiona: About… the… client who was arrested the other day.
Woman: Oh, that creepy guy Toro? It’s not 4 o’clock, it’s 1 o’clock and it’s in the Jupiter room.

Fiona looks surprised.

Fiona: Thanks?
Woman: Uh-huh…
Delilah: What, they changed the time on us?

The woman washes her hands.

Woman: Or told you wrongly. It’s always been 1 o’clock. Well, I better get back to the front desk. Have a nice afternoon.
Fiona: You, too.
Fiona (after the woman leaves): Wow, that wasn’t close? I was about to clock her when she asked our names. You ready to do this?
Delilah: I think so, did you get a card?
Fiona: Two.

Fiona hands an extra to Delilah. Fiona pushes out the bathroom door. Delilah holds her stomach as they leave, as if she wasn’t feeling well. The guard is

standing out front.

Fiona: All’s well now, sir.

The guard nods. Fiona calmly takes Delilah’s arm and brings her to the hacked card reader. One swipe proves the success of Taimi’s hack. The guard leaves

once Fiona opens the door.

Fiona: Holy crap, I’m glad that worked.

She opens the door open, and Delilah goes through. Inside is a large office space with rows of cubicles outside of window offices. There are a few people at

their desks, but it’s mostly empty. The clock reads 12:34 PM. Fiona walks in behind Delilah.

Fiona: Alright, now we need evidence of the anything shady.
Delilah whispers: And we should get out of here before 1, before that lady we met in the bathroom gets suspicious.
Fiona: Or go say hi to Toro. Hm, let’s find a room or some place they keep financial records.
Fiona: Look for somewhere with a lot of file cabinets.

They walk around for a bit, until Delilah notices that all but one of the doors on the interior of the building are exits to the elevator hallway. The exception is

an office with a small square window that peeks into the room. The exit doors do not have view windows. Fiona passes right by it. Taimi will take a quick

peek through the door window, but the office is dark and locked.

Fiona: I don’t see anything. Maybe we should break into one of those offices.
Delilah: I think we should go in this one.
Fiona: It’s not an exit…?
Delilah: Unless it got really, really dark outside, no.

Fiona tries the handle.

Fiona: It’s locked. Standard lock. I’ll have to pick it. Keep a look out. This won’t take but a minute.

Delilah tries not to look suspicious as Fiona is suspiciously picking a lock. Fiona spills some of the food she put in the bag for disguise.

Fiona: Oops, my bad.

Fiona swiftly attempts to pick the lock. Taimi notices someone looking at them from a desk.

Taimi coughs a bit, “Fiona, would you hurry up and pick up the food you dropped? It’s almost time for the meeting.”
Fiona: Just… about… got it.
As she says “Got it”, Taimi hear’s a click.
Fiona pulls out a paper towel and starts cleaning up the mess. “Go in and sift through the papers. I’ll keep a look out here.”

Delilah acts like she uses a key before opening the door and entering, reaching for a light switch or something. As she walks in, the lights turn on. The room

is obviously a records room filled with file cabinets stacked 3 high. She goes through the different records and locates the batches about client billing. She

looks for information on Big Toro, to see who they are billing for his defense. She locates an entry for Toro. Apparently it’s being paid by a man named Alvin

Godard of Black Rock Solutions.

Delilah whispers to herself, “Well Mr. Godard, I’m sure Grem would like a word with you.”

It occurs to Taimi that there are quite a number of mercenaries and other people that they’ve gotten arrested as well. Individually, none of them show up.

Sovereign Storage does show up. Apparently this company did all of the billing for the warehouse location and a half dozen other locations. They used a

network of shell companies paying each other for this. She swipes the file… and makes good use of the photocopy machine here. She then tracks the Black

Rock Solutions file, when she hears a knock. She decides she’s found enough for now, and starts hastily putting stuff away. The door opens.

Guard: Hey! What the hell do you think you are doing?!
Delilah: Um, putting stuff away?

Delilah realizes he doesn’t have his gun, but Fiona does. She smacks the back of his head with the butt of the rifle. He collapses.

Delilah: I think now might be a good time to leave.

Fiona then walks back and drags the guard’s body into the office. She pulls them all into the room and closes the door behind her.

Fiona: Some guy got interested and flagged the guard. I think I bought us another minute. But yeah, we should book it.
Delilah: I found some stuff we can use, but we really should get out now before every guard in the building heads this way. I’d rather not be up all night

fighting my way out.
Fiona: Shit, too late. Alright, we’re either going to have to run to the stairs or fight our way out. What would you rather do?
Fiona looks out. “Two guards passed by. Someone will point them our direction shortly.”
Delilah: Like I said, I’d rather not have to fight an entire building’s worth of guards if I could help it.
Fiona: Then it’s good thing I brought a Molotov cocktail?
Delilah laughs a bit: Good for us, I suppose. Not so much for them.
Fiona: It should at least prove a distraction… the fire alarms will definitely disguise our escape.

Fiona pulls a wine bottle out of the bag.

Delilah: It should. Hold on a second though.

Taimi pulls out her phone

Taimi texts Lizbet: Time to leave
Lizbet texts: nooo its getting good!!

She uncorks it, stuffs the napkins down bottle, and pulls out a lighter.

Delilah: Alright, I guess you can start the show.
Torturess: Muahahaha!

She slides the door open and tosses it out. The bottle shatters against one of the office windows, catching the blinds, the desk and everything around on fire.

Torturess: Hope this room keeps these two poor saps from burning to death. Oh well.

Suddenly, the sprinklers turn on and the fire alarm goes off.

Delilah: We could drag them, tell any guard that asks they got hurt trying to get away.
Torturess: Fuck that, let’s run now!

Torturess drops the gun, removing the clips. She opens the door.

Torturess: On three.
Taimi: Right.
Torturess: 1, 2, 3!!!!

She bolts out! Taimi follows behind, but Torturess is really quick.

Back downstairs…

Gord is enjoying the remaining five minutes of his 40 minute massage.

Lizbet (who is in the area next to him behind a sheet): Ahhhh… Taimi says we have to go.
Lucas: Gord: Taimi can wait five minutes.

The lovely young lady massaging Gord is doing a great job.

Lizbet, giggling: I said we’re not done.

Gord sighs in pleasure: Good girl.

Gord feels some boobage as the young lady leans across him up to his upper back. Someone knows how to get tips.

Gord: Aaahhhh. So very… relaxing.

Another minute later, the fire alarm goes off.

Lizbet: Air raid?
Gord: Sounds more like a fire alarm. I set them off once in a while at work, when things go wrong.
Manager: Alright people, sorry but we must evacuate the building. Please dress quickly and walk calmly to the exit doors.
Lizbet: Oh well… we can come back though, right?
Gord: Of course. Maybe once this job is over we can all come together.

Gord gets dressed, generously tipping the masseuse. She thanks him, giving him her card.

Gord: Maybe we can set up a private session sometime.
Lizbet: Okay, let’s go back to the car. I had an idea for a new invention.
Gord: Alright, I just hope it’s not a robotic massuse.
Lizbet: No, a field that prevents alarms from going off so that massages don’t end.
Gord: Sounds complicated, but I certainly agree there’s a need.
Lizbet: It’d prevent the little timers from going off too, so that they wouldn’t realize time is up!
Gord: Well, that’s just abusing the masseuse.

Flash of action: Taimi and Torturess run down the hall to the stairs. Torturess goes through the door, but right as Taimi is about to, that same guard grabs

her arm.

Taimi decides to try the whole ‘scared little office lady’ routine: “Mr. Guard, there’s a fire in the building! We need to leave!”
Guard: Of course, miss! Just don’t run so fast!

He releases Taimi. He then goes down the hall.
/Flash

Lizbet: So tell me about this Diva thing. When is it?
Gord: Tomorrow, at (whatever time he was told).
Lizbet: Oh cool, can’t wait. I’ve never been to a concert. I heard they sell drugs and alcohol there, and that people form circles and run into each other.
Gord: That’s part of it, yes. We’ll be backstage, though. Fewer people running into each other. Gord: Oh yeah, did I tell you we’ll be under assumed names?
Lizbet: Oooo secret identities?
Gord: Well, it is an undercover operation.
Lizbet: Can I be the bad cop?

Flash of action 2: Taimi is going down the stairs as fast as she can, but someone foolishly brought and spilled their drink when going down the stairs. She

sees this in time, but realizes the guard knows she’s the one he’s after now. “HEY! STOP HER!” Taimi decides she’s in a hurry, what with the burning

building and guards starting to converge on her position. Taimi guns it but slips, barely managing to keep from falling down the stairs by grabbing onto the

handrail. The guards start to gain on her before she manages to avoid the area.

Gord: That’s… not really how I expect this interview to work.

Flash of Action 3: The guards are gaining on Taimi. She manages to push through some people, but there are a lot of people on the stairway now, and

they’re gaining speed. She sees Torturess a level down, but she can’t run through the people fast enough… she’s going to get caught if she doesn’t do

something! Taimi turns her locket’s random appearance generator once she’s out of sight. She slows down and acts like a normal panicked office lady. The

guards push past Taimi, who escapes easily. Taimi does realize that T wouldn’t currently recognize her, and because of that, if she was hiding she wouldn’t

come out. She heads to the roof of the parking structure to meet with Torturess.

Lizbet reaches the car. “Shotgun!”
Gord: But there’s only… Yeah, you got it, kid.
Lizbet: I wonder how Taimi and Torturess are doing.
Your meeting place was on the roof of the parking structure.

Torturess (out of her costume and in a different costume and wig, but same makeup): That you?

Taimi nods, and deactivates her random costume. I can only presume that her makeup is fairly messed up, and bits of purple hair are starting to stick out of

the wig.

Torturess: Alright, let’s go. You drive with your random thingy up, and I’ll hide in the backseat.