To The Mystery Machine

JP with Jaxx, Trustno1 and Cindy

Max woke up at 5am to his phone alarm ringing:
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk
Music loud and women warm, I've been kicked around
Since I was born
And now it's alright, it's okay
And you may look the other way
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin'
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive".
He rolled over and turned his alarm off, then stretched and made his bones pop as if he was crushing bubble wrap plastic. Then he staggered out of bed and washed his face before changing into Agent Powers and left the hotel to run ten miles followed by his usual work out regime. After that he made his way back to the hotel to shower before making his way to the breakfast room for a big Continental breakfast. Then he got a text from Alyssa for everyone to meet in the meeting room at 11 AM. Agent Powers then ate the rest of his breakfast as he got another text from Alyssa, Hey, Peter and I are going to look at the CD in my van. If you want to come, meet us downstairs, in the lobby.. So Agent Powers cleaned up his mess and made his way to meet up with Alyssa and Sartre.

Alyssa spoke to Peter, in the chip, as they walked. "I have the knife, it's currently secured in the van." She had a feeling that might change soon. "I didn't have the nightmares when I had it in the same room as me, but I don't know if the two are linked." They arrived at the lobby and Alyssa spotted Max.

"Morin' Max. Did you night go alright?" Alyssa asked the large man.

Agent Powers shrugged as he replied, "Same as usual. I heard you were sick. Are you doing okay?" He looked concerned for her as he gave her a smolder.

Sartre for a moment thought about trying to call Prue. "How are you doing, Agent Powers?" asked Sartre.

Agent Powers gave Sartre a smolder be fore he replied, "I'm fine, but I am concerned about Alyssa since I can't protect her from getting sick.”

"Yeah, I'm better, thanks." Alyssa said, then lowered her voice and quipped. "It might have been too much junk food but I never said that.”

Agent Powers gave Alyssa a smolder and then a grin. He replied, "Perhaps you need healthier junk food?”

Alyssa rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Yeah, yeah. Alright, we ready? Let's get to the van." The young woman headed towards the front sliding doors of the hotel.

Agent Powers kept an eye out for trouble as he followed Alyssa to the van. He was still worried about criminals and any supernatural oddities. He then asked, "So, do you have something that reads CD's? My computers don't have them?”

"Let's go," said Sartre.

"I think so," Alyssa replied. "CDs are old tech but I think I have something that can read them." The van was right in the parking lot, so it wasn't far. Alyssa unlocked the doors. "Max, you can stay out here or come into the van with us, either way is fine. Just if there's trouble, we'll, you know what to do." Then to the other man, as she opened the back door to the van. "Peter, you should be able to find a seat in the back, if you want." Alyssa climbed into the back of the van.

Agent Powers nodded then gave Alyssa a smolder before he replied, "I'll stand guard out here. If I pound on the door it means we have trouble. Just tell me if there is something I need to know when you're done." Agent Powers then began to look around the area as he sucked his teeth. He felt a bit useless as of late since all he had been doing on this mission was eating a ton of food and entertaining the bored Princess. He had no clue why the Princess was interested in talking with him since he didn't see himself in a positive light. He was raised to be a ruthless Agent/soldier for his strict adoptive father. Since he was weak in the investigation/academic part of the mission, it didn't leave him much to do. To make it worse he was having odd thoughts and even in his dreams. It's been a good while since he killed a man or monster and he was already starting to get the itch. The problem was he had nothing to scratch that itch with. He was hungry, hungry for action, hungry for blood. Hell, he was just plain old hungry despite eating six servings of breakfast. It felt like he was filling an empty void. He was feeling like he was getting weaker, while his enemies were getting stronger in the shadows like that damn Lich.

He needed to maintain discipline. He needed to keep up his strength, because the hard reality was, outside of combat he was as useful as a paper weight. As ironic as it was he felt more alone being on the team than he ever did working solo. Since he was deprived of a childhood and a proper moral compass, he struggled to deal with feelings other than pain, hunger and fear. Sometimes he wondered if he was the only one who thought that way as he learned more about the others. He saw no point in friendship since his mission could change at anytime and he may never see them again or they could simply die. He would sometimes wonder if his father was trying to teach him something while being on a team. After to much soul searching and coming up empty, he shrugged and whipped out his phone to play a demon hunting game.

"Thanks, Max," Alyssa commented before closing the backdoor.

The hacker began looking over some of the equipment she had in a box, then she pulled something out of a box. It was flattish and rectangular and black, after a few connections and adjustments to the system in the back of her van, fired up the black flat piece of equipment. It opened and in went the CD. "Cassini did think of everything." Alyssa commented to Peter as she waited for the information to appear on the screen.