[As Debra explained it all to him, it seemed strange, the entire scenario as she had described was bizarre, yet he'd dare not question her word, because, afterall, it was her's. He stood and tried his best to keep all of what she said stored in his memory, it was easy as pie. It was nothing more than meeting up with a security guard who'd sneak him to steal all personnel files that start with a 'W' from the GWA records, deliver a package to Sean Fury's desk, get to a car kept nearby, then pick Debra up and take her some location she'd seen fit not to disclose.]

[She didn't repeat it twice, she stared blankly at Marcus the entire time she told him what to do, she knew that it was wise to just assume that Marcus would eat up any words that came from her mouth. After Marcus agreed to carry out the little mission, Debra made a hurrying advance towards him, and the next few hours went by much quicker while in the bedroom, but something about Debra made Marcus think something was wrong.]

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Gwa Office Building, 11:59 P.M.

[Marcus waited outside of the back doors just as Debra had said when reciting the plan to him. Dressed to blend in better to his surroundings, he clung tightly to the white brick office building, awaiting the man that was to help him gain access to the records room and accomplish his objective. Marcus couldn't help but wonder why Debra wanted these files, or what possible relevance they could have to anything other than she was interested in GWA files.]

[A soft tapping from behind the door could be heard, Marcus tapped back after realizing this was most likely the person he was to meet. The doors opened almost on their own volition to reveal a tall, bulky black man dressed in standard security outfit with one of the most confused faces ever seen, Marcus looked at the large man with dismay, trying to figure out the disdainful look laced with sarcastic pity.]

Guard: You're Marcus Gaines?

[Marcus nodded cheerfully, trying to remain as quiet as humanly possible in case someone were nearby.]

Guard: Why the hell are you dressed in a damn clown suit?

[As he surveyed his body, he was indeed in a brightly coloured outfit suitable only for a clown in the Barnum and Baily's circus.]

Gaurd: I'm supposed to get you in and out before anyone knows anything is up, but there is no way in hell I'm escorting a damn clown around the building.

[Marcus shrugged trying his best to look confused as to how it was he managed to get himself into a clown suit instead of something a little stealthier.]

Guard: C'mon, I'll take you to a changeroom, I'll give you a security uniform, hopefully you won't look so stupid without all that makeup on.

[He held the door open as Marcus plodded his way into the building, his head hanging in disappointment at his first real screwup of the evening.]

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[The toilet flushed and out of the stall he came, fully changed into a security guard's uniform, he looked like he could play the part of one in a movie if he had to. His contact was waiting for him directly in front of the change room, and without mentioning a word, unfolded his neatly crossed arms, and began walking down the mildly dark hallway. Marcus took up following, trying to look as offical as he could while trying to keep up with the man who was proving to be an exceedingly fast walker.]

Guard: The records room is this way. Debra told you what you're after?

[Marcus increased his foot speed just to keep up with the big security guard as best as he could but found he kept slipping behind, he'd rush forward but the man seemed almost determined to lose Marcus. After a moment of trying to locate exactly where it was the guard had gotten to, and suddenly the hallways of the GWA executive office building became their own labrynth; Marcus could just smell the Minotaur as it awkwardly guided it's bullish head around every finely painted piece of drywall.]

[Marcus soon reasoned that finding the security guard was an excercise in the futilty, and took this oppurtunity to do his own snooping throughout an area that he'd most likely never get the chance to witness again. The corridor was flooded with standardized white walls, kind of like a sanitarium, anyone who knew what the inside of the GWA was like wouldn't even try to disagree. Marcus, getting impatient with everything thus far, opened the next door he could. As his eyes adjusted to the dark room he had entered, he realized he now found himself either in the surveillance room, or a room with a hell of a lot of black and white televisions.]

[Marcus flipped on a light switch nearby to reveal that it was a cross between both theories he had come up with. Shelves stacked with videotapes ran along opposite sides of the wall, and a large control desk where at least twenty mini televion screens displayed various interior or exterior shots of the building. In typical voyeur fashion, a large leather office chair sat stationed in front of all the t.v's in the perfect setup for the new craze of the decade: voyeurism.]

[Falling easily into the chair, Marcus took it upon himself to inspect each videotape on the shelf that was within his line of sight. All the tapes were labeled in either red or green label paper. Most said date and specific time frames, however, on one section of the shelf was several tapes that were unlabeled, curiosity already being peaked just by this darkened room, Marcus took it to the next level as Emeril would say, perhaps.]

~The tape popped in, and after a few moments of crackling snow, the picture focused on a wide-angle of a nondescript hallway, a door opened, and out came the rather familiar face, not to mention physique of Christmas Joy. Joy locked her office door behind her then got rid of a wedgie that had probably been bothering her since she first got to work, what with the skirt she was wearing included in the obstruction.~

[Marcus sat up closer to the screen to get a better look at what he was seeing, but the tape soon cut to a black screen. Suddenly finding himself enveloped in darkness awoke him from his trance-like state, and instantly reached over without looking to pick up another tape, and as he clutched one and brought the label closer to his eyes, lo and behold, the label read "Reina Saiaki: Caught on Tape." It was like a fox special certified for viewing only by Marcus. How could he not get the chance to know his opponent's dizzying array of follies and screw-ups.]

~As the tape began rolling, a camera focused on what could only be Reina's locker room, the asian beauty stood in front of a mirror, her finger, possibly in up to her wrist, needling around in her nostril.~

[Marcus erupted in laughter at the image of his so-called worthy opponent cleaning the house either before or after a matchup. It now became very clear why it was she seemed so versatile inside the ring.]

~The tape cut, sweeping it's way to another shot, Reina sat, looking down on what could only be a photo of someone or something, she seemed to be paused, or moving in slow motion, but this was cleary not the case as she ever-so slowly brought the photograph towards her lips and made possibly one of the most passionate makeout sessions, Marcus had ever seen, let alone to a photograph.~

[Marcus looked closer, trying to see whose face Reina was now giving a tongue bath, but the angle made it impossible to discern just who it was. And just as he got closer to the screen, the door opened and the lights flicked on. Marcus spun around to face whomever it was, and was very little surprised when he saw the guard's angry face glaring at him.]

Guard: Boy... what the HELL are you doing?

[Marcus could only shrug, the guard's anger overcame him, and he got Marcus to his feet post haste, and led him out of the room.]

Guard: Marcus, that is supposed to be some top secret sh*t in there. If the staff or other employees knew me and the other boys are videotaping them during their most intimate moments, we'd probably all be fired.

[Acting as "chummy" as he could, the guard layed his arm around Marcus' neck as Marcus stifled a chuckle.]

Gaines: Well, it's like you guys are running your own Survivor or Big Brother, or something. Except you don't vote anybody out of the building. Ha!

[The guard stopped walking, looking up at the ceiling in deep thought.]

Guard: Well, we haven't voted anyone out that any staff members would care about, no.

[Marcus, a good few feet shorter than the guard looked at him, puzzled. The guard trying to duck any questions that might stem off of that proceeds walking down the hall, in turn leading Marcus down the hallway.]

Guard: Ya' know, Marc... I can understand you watching those, it's basically video research. You're supposed to face Reina on Wednesday, so it's only natural you'd want to watch plenty of footage showing her various weaknesses and things such as that, right?

[Marcus laughed as they turned a corner, getting closer to the record's room.]

Gaines: Heh, yeah. Reina's weakness is a little problem with nose-mining.

[The guard's grossed out expression could all but explain what he must be thinking at that very moment.]

Guard: I'm sure you'd be laughing even harder had you gotten to the second tape. I don't know how anyone can get themselves caught on a coathook... But, obviously you're not catching my drift here, Marcus.

[Marcus nodded his approval.]

Guard: Well, you keep your mouth shut about all that, and none of what's about to happen, or has happened for that matter goes to Fury. Ten-four?

[Marcus nodded yet again. As they rounded yet another corner, the sign on the door right ahead of them read: Records Room, and the guard let go of Marcus and leaned up against the wall.]

Guard: All right, from here on in, you're on your own. I am the one delivering the package to Fury's office, so I can't help you finish the rest of this mission, here. All's you gotta' do is go in there, steal all personnel files on people with the last name of "W", go out front where there is a car parked and waiting for you. I'm sure Debra told you what to do from there, right?

[Marcus nodded again, despite having absolutely no clue what he was supposed to do after he stole the files.]

Guard: Good. [He bagan running down the hall, but stopped and turned back to face Gaines.] Oh, and Marcus. Don't forget to keep your mouth shut about video tapes, okay?

[As Marcus nodded and opened the door to the records room. A room full of neatly organized shelves, and below them, filing cabinets. He moved forward, immediately looking for a filing cabinet with "W" files inside. And as he found it, he rolled the drawer out and began investigating what was so important. As his fingers flipped rapidly through the folders, he reached the "W"'s... only to find one file folder.]

[As Marcus squinted his eyes to get a better look at the name on the piece of paper, he realized the darkness that shrouded him was impossible to read in, and moved to turn a light on. The alarm pierced all semblance of silence before Marcus could even glance at the name on the manilla folder. It seemed, either a genius or a total moron had rigged the room with an alarm connected to the light switch, how could Marcus have been so stupid?]

[He shut the filing cabinet, and ran as fast as he could out of the room and towards the front door of the building, on his way, he glanced down at the only file folder that had been listed under the "w"'s... for a second, he nearly stopped running to get a better look at what he thought was clearly his imagination, but he figured he was in some hot water as it was, and continued running till he was completely outside. He stopped to catch his breath before he'd continue on to find his parked getaway car, and as he looked at the name on the folder again, he was shocked to see that his eyes, hadn't deceived him. What the hell did Debra want with Barret Whistler's file after all that had happened?]