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[splendid_roman]

Who| Ian and anyone involved in:
What| Ian G's rescue
Where| Around the tribute tower
When| During the mini-arena, before the Thicker Than Blood plot
Warnings/Notes| No warnings yet, will add if need be.

((OOC: Start your threads below

The OOC plotting is here, the IC plotting is here. It's not too late to get involved in either, or start on the rescue.

Ian C is creating a distraction and will not be part of the team going to the place where he thinks Ian G is being held. If you want to go there, Brainy may have something to help, pending mod approval.

Remember, everyone involved in the plotting and/or rescue will end up with burns, except for Ian C.))

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[splendid_roman]

Ian could hardly look nonchalant about the whole thing, nor did he want to look as if he was purposely getting into trouble. So he grabbed a glass from the bar, took it outside and smashed it against a wall. Now he had a weapon. He strode purposefully towards the building where he'd been held, then changed direction halfway there. He did kept doing the same thing, making it look like he was taking a winding path around the city, which he was, he just didn't have any particular place he was aiming for.

rescue team!

[youbarium]

Carlos never meant to be theatrical. It wasn't something he practiced, or wasted concentration thinking about. If a situation was serious enough for Carlos to be dramatic about it, then it was too important to worry about how his lab coat billows behind him as he walks, or how resolve strengthens the line of his jaw.

Carlos was just like that.

They were going to rescue the younger Ian, because someone had to, and because the confiscation of his work, the lurking fear of bidding, and the refusal of local scientists to allow him access to their projects had driven Carlos to a breaking point. This world was cruel in a way he completely understood, and Carlos would no longer stand for it.

Reaching into his pocket for the keyring that would get them into the building, Carlos picked out the rocketship-shaped one that would interfere with the Capitol's listening devices. He twisted the nosecone, and the tiny machine began to give out a signal that would block the Capitol's surveillance equipment from transmitting.

"There, the cameras should be off. Come on, we don't have much time," he said, glancing at his companions. Carlos wasn't sure if he trusted this technology, but it was better than walking in here without it. He walked briskly toward the front doors of this building, looking at the electric lock that secured them. A penlight from the keychain, pointed at the keypad for several seconds, resulted in a beep and a click from the doors: they opened with a swoosh, revealing the cavernous lobby within.

"Let's go."

Re: rescue team!

[hit_girl_mindy]

Eponine was with her. Once Carlos got them in, it was time for the two of them to start in and try to scope out the place. They had the advantage of both being pretty slim and Mindy had full reason to take advantage of this. The two crept into the building, careful to hide themselves behind a nearby pillar.

There were several peacekeepers moving about, although the real question would be finding out where Ian was being kept. Mindy moved toward Carlos with Eponine in tow.

"Me and Eponine are gonna make for the vents. I want find out how many of those fuckers we're dealing with, so when we go for the rescue we'll know how many need to be distracted. We can create a diversion that way, and then have someone going to get Ian down below. That sound like a plan?"

Re: rescue team!

[gardienne]

Eponine was still sulking. She was absolutely thoroughly annoyed with Ian, and with everyone and the whole world in general. She had vowed to be good. She had vowed not to get into trouble. And yet, here she was breaking into a Government building to rescue her best friend. If this had happened in Paris, she'd be executed without doubt, and her body given for dissection or just chucked away. But here, anything. Death and revival. It meant nothing. But she also knew that they could just kill Ian, or Eva or Howard or Sigma. Even make her watch. She couldn't let that happen.

She looked around for something that might be a vent: she had no idea of what one was. But she could pretend she knew exactly what she was doing. She was at least glad she had ditched her shoes: she was at least quiet without them.

"Come, now." She was making a mental note of the Peacekeepers around. She had so often run from the police. She was fast. She could outrun these Peacekeepers as well. She'd find Ian. She had to.