Arriving

JP with Jaxx, Trustno1 and Cindy

Agent Powers and Ekaterina woke up before sunrise and decided to go for an early morning run and workout. For Agent Powers it was a light workout but for Princess Ekaterina it was a normal workout for her. While running with Agent Powers, she checked in with her bugs and rodent minions to see who was around the property. Since it looked clear from intruders Ekaterina felt relieved as she ran with Agent Powers. They ran around the property a few times and did some stretching between breaks. Ekaterina was amazed by how flexible Agent Powers was, even though she knew he was a young man under that fake muscled body. Once they were done they shared some yogurt with fruit in it along with some herbal tea. Agent Powers of course also had a pot of coffee and some additional fruits since he had a big appetite. Then they took a shower to freshen up and made their way to the living room to see Alyssa and Sartre chatting. Agent Powers said, "Sup." as he entered and Ekaterina elegantly smiled as she said, "Good afternoon."

"Hey, are you two about ready to head out, to kill a vamp or two?" Alyssa asked.

Agent Powers nodded yes as he leaned over to pick up a large black duffle bag. He replied, "I am now." Ekaterina elegantly smiled as she nodded and replied, "Of course. Mr. Powers has been nice enough to provide me with phosphorus rounds for my shotgun. I am sure they will burn the vampire in question."

Alyssa nodded, and pointed towards the equipment sorted on the table. "This equipment will allow me to hear and see what is going on while I'm in the van. I'd prefer all of you wear one but, if you don't all want to, then at least one of you should. If you get into trouble this is what will tell me."

Agent Powers nodded as he gave Alyssa a smolder. Then he replied, "Cool. It will help us with communication if we run into a trap." Ekaterina elegantly smiled as she replied, "Thank you Alyssa. Do you often run into traps Mr. Powers?" Agent Powers gave Ekaterina a smolder and then nodded as he replied, "More often than not. Bad guys tend to be paranoid and use traps a lot. Not that they work on me but its still a hassle."

"Alright then, I'll head to the van. It'll take me just a few minutes to get them connected to the tech in the van." Alyssa said. "Feel free to come out when you're ready. Oh, and can one of you grab me some Cokes and water, and snacks?" Well she wasn't sure how long things would take.

Agent Powers gave Alyssa a smolder at her request for more junk food. Then he nodded as he set his bag down and headed to the kitchen to pack a cooler of drinks and snacks. He added some healthier choices in the cooler hoping Alyssa would make better choices in her diet, but he knew it was a lot to ask. Ekaterina elegantly smiled as he was packing the cooler. She was entertained by how dedicated he was at everything he did regardless if he agreed with it or not. In the beginning she wondered if he had any feelings for Alyssa but noticed he was able to separate work from personal time and didn't think about Alyssa while he was with Ekaterina. Once he was done they made their way to the van with their snacks and gear.
Sartre headed to the van.

Thick, gray clouds rolled across the sky, casting a heavy shroud over the rotting bones of Gary, Indiana. The desolation was palpable, a silent dirge as Sartre and Wilson moved through the forgotten streets. The skeletal remains of storefronts loomed around them like gravestones, weathered by years of abandonment and neglect. Weeds pushed through the cracked concrete, indifferent to the desolate urban decay, the only living things left to bear witness to a city’s slow collapse.

Ahead, the shadowed shape of an old theater cut through the haze, its once-grand façade now sagging, barely holding onto a semblance of its former glory. The theater was a crumbling relic of an era when dreams flickered to life in black and white—a mausoleum now, it's only visitors were the rats and stray animals that had claimed it as their own. A faint, flickering light glinted off the marquee, though its letters were missing or half-fallen, leaving an eerie, broken message that hinted at long-forgotten titles.

Sartre, Ekatarina and Max halted in front of the building. Alyssa stayed in the van conducting surveillance taking in the bleak scene. A rusty chain hung from the handle of the entrance, rattling faintly in the wind. The faint odor of rot drifted out from within, a sour smell that prickled at their senses.

“She said she’d meet us here.” Sartre's voice broke through the silence, her words barely more than a whisper. Her tone was laced with skepticism as she eyed the theater with a blend of caution and distaste. The Illuminati agent was used to dark places, but something about this location felt… wrong. This wasn’t just a decayed building; it was a tomb, sealed off from the world, hiding secrets beneath layers of grime and dust. “She’ll be here,” Peter Sartre replied, his voice low. He pulled his coat tighter against the chill, his eyes scanning the building’s crumbling exterior. He’d met Ammie before, enough times to know she didn’t pick places like this without reason. Whatever they were dealing with tonight, Ammie knew the risks—and the depths of what they might be facing. “She’s the best there is when it comes to… things most of us wouldn’t dare touch.”

As if summoned by their words, a shadow detached itself from the darkness near the marquee. It was her—Amaryllis Wicker. Ammie moved out from behind one of the theater’s peeling pillars, her silhouette illuminated briefly by the fading daylight. She wore a leather jacket that seemed almost stitched from shadows, charms clinking softly around her neck as she stepped forward. Her eyes were dark, unreadable, their depth hinting at worlds that no one else in that abandoned street could fathom.

Sartre greeted her with a silent nod, and she returned it, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips. She turned to Max, her expression shifting to a blend of intrigue and wariness as she took in the Illuminati agent’s scrutinizing gaze.

"Well, you’ve got your hands full today. Skorzeny isn’t your average bloodsucker.” said Wicker.
Kolchak finally joined them, stepping out of the shadows with his notebook in hand. “You’re the one who contacted me about Skorzeny, right?” he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

Ammie looked at him, a faint grin playing across her lips. “I heard you’ve got a taste for stories that don’t make sense. Stick with us today, Kolchak, and you’ll get more than you bargained for.”

She turned back to the theater, gesturing toward the door. “Shall we?”

“Amaryllis Wicker,” she said, her voice low and rich with a dark warmth. “Most people call me Ammie.”

Alyssa had thanked Max for the snacks, and gotten everyone wired with the bugs before taking off.

After arriving she let everyone out, and then got in the back of the van. The hacker had parked around the corner, close enough to get to the theater quickly if there was trouble, but not so close to draw suspicion. However, it became clear quickly that her text about the bomb threat wasn't necessary as the place seemed abandoned.

Alyssa listed in, and watched through technical eyes everything that was happening. When Peter mentioned some woman was supposed to be there, she had no idea who he was talking about. He hadn't mentioned anything about someone else being there. Ammie Wicker, Alyssa hadn't met her, but knew the woman's reputation - it was no surprise then she had been called in. have a feeling Skorzeny won't know what hit him. Alyssa thought.