Fury's Arrival

She had felt the fastest way by bike and in following such path made her way through Portland and then Seattle. The drizzling rain hadn't so much hit her as she had hit it. From her brief conversations with individuals along the way who had tolerated her hyperactive Ofanite nature, it was apparent that the rain wasn't really rain, it was drizzle. Drizzle that never really stopped, even when the sun came out.

Sure, there was the rare days when it didn't drizzle at all, but mostly it was always there. Of course, it wasn't there when it actually rained hard. The lack of any real lightning was a tad disturbing, though. Perhaps the perceived norms of the Corporeal plane were beginning to grow on her?

"...Nah."

Fury had discovered an enclosed envelope buried in the briefcase of twenties, fifties and one hundreds. The outside reads: OPENWHENYOURETHEREGABRIEL.

"Heh, weird," said the angel, and drove off toward Vancouver.

...

It was unfortunate, Fury thought, that she had to go over the bridges. Sadly, getting motorcycles wet was not the best of ideas, and so, with a sigh, she took 99 over the river. She paused on the other side.

What's the first thing an itinerant Ofanite, especially a bounty-hunter Ofanite, does when she reaches a new city?

Denny's.

There was one on Marine Drive Southwest - she could feel it. And so she took off, Elwood Bluesing her motorcycle into a curb spot next to the restaurant.

And, on a whim, she took the envelope with her.

The Denny's is comfortably like most other Denny'ses, except this one *feels* different, though that is most likely just due to the fact that rather than common American motifs adorning the walls and tables, there're Canadian motifs.

(( "Stupid maple leaves. They'll get theirs." ))

Shortly after Fury quickly sits herself down [Chris, feel free to rectify incorrect assumptions about your character] a thin attractive waiter comes over to ask if she would like anything to drink.

(( No problems here. She'll be in one of those circular corner booths if she can help it. If not, anywhere that she can have her back to a wall. ))

"Would you care for anything to drink?" he asks politely, as one would expect of any Canadian waiter.

"Milk." She looks around. "In a dirty mug. Just kidding - root beer. And the biggest thing of water I can get."

"Of course, are you reader to order now or will you need a few more minutes?"

Fury rattles off an order that leaves the waiter vaguely stunned. She grins as he wobbles away, then sets about drawing rough and messy city maps on paper napkins.

[Generic Resonance Roll to get acquainted with the New City, 1, 4, CD4, Not bad.]

Minutes later the waiter returns with her order, not commenting on her roadmaps.

*munch* *scribble* *munch*

[OOGM: Chris, do you have a generic map of downtown Vancouver? If not, get one off the web, it should represent the results of Fury's Ofanite talents]

[OOC: Yep.]

Fury eats like she drives, which is to say quickly and not paying particular attention to what's going on around her. She figures she'll notice if something strange happens.

When she's finished with the food (and the maps), she slaps a fifty on the table - which should just about cover food and tip - and uses the knife, which she takes exquisite care to wipe off, to open the envelope.

The envelope opens easily, the paper ripping back and a breath of fresh air escaping form within. Inside is a single white piece of paper uopn which is written in angelic script:

GO DIRECTLY TO JAIL. DO NOT PASS GO, DO NOT COLLECT $200.

"Hey, no fair." Fury shuffles around her napkins until she finds the main jail in Vancouver, memorizes its location, then gets up and shoves the envelope, the paper, and the napkins into a pocket. "At least there'll probably be plenty of targets there.. and he /did/ say I might run into Dominic's boys... but putting this kid in the slammer already?"

She shrugs. "Whatever. The boss knows what she's doing." She bustles out of the restaurant, and is on her motorcycle and heading out of the parking lot almost before the doors close.

To the jail!

As evening falls, Fury moves. The wheels of her motorcycle hug the Canadian concrete as she speeds past the other drivers.

***

The waiter comes out with an armful of food. Stunned at her disappearance, something appears to snap within him, his eyes go wild and with a agonized cry he hurls dish after dish out of the front entrance, food spilling out over the empty parking lot

[OOC: I dunno what this is all about, Fury already ate. If he's just going psycho, though... :)]

As the waiter re-enters the resturant he nearly knocks over a customer; the Shedite moved silently into its new host.

Its host's anger wells and is intensified by the demon. Time to impress upon that waiter that running into your customers is a BAD thing.

"God damn it," said the Shedite through the waiter's flesh. "She was cute, too."

***

The local jail isn't that far away, on Cambie street. Pulling up to the curb, her Ofanite resonance tells her that this is the place she seeks.

Like a fortress, few windows, one entrance.

"Ick," observes Fury as she climbs off of the motorcycle and locks it up. "This place looks like it needs a shot of fun." She walks up to the door, knocks once, and heads in without being invited. Once inside, she looks for the first official-looking person she can find, heads to him/her, and says, "Hey, I was told to come here. My name's Xery Happerson, and I figure someone's looking for me...?"

Behind the information desk facing the door sits a rather slim officer. "Hello, state your business here please."

Fury leans down over the desk. "I was sent by my boss to find . My instructions implied that I could find him here. Any clues, Officer?" She's not being sultry, or threatening, or anything of that sort - just implying that she's a professional at this, and that screwing around with her would be a Really Bad Idea.

[OOGM: in your OOC comment in the above paragraph, who do you mean by "kid", your fellow angel of fire Shije, or do you mean Mike Neelon, the police detective with the Vancouver PD, who is conducting the investigation of Shije?]

[OOC: I'd have to say Shije, considering this Mike Neelon person is completely unknown to me.]

Fury leans down over the desk. "I was sent by my boss to find Shije. My instructions implied that I could find him here. Any clues, Officer?" She's not being sultry, or threatening, or anything of that sort - just implying that she's a professional at this, and that screwing around with her would be a Really Bad Idea.

"Ah," says the officers, leaning back in his chair and flipping through some papers, "What kind of name is that, middle eastern or something?"

"I'm not entirely sure," she says. "I'm here on assignment, I've never met the kid. You might call me his assigned counselor."

She takes a packet of snack cakes out of the pocket of her jacket. "Twinkie?"

"An assigned counselor?" ask the officer, pausing, his face displaying slight concern. "Who assigned you?" he says as he sets a pile of pages in front of him and begins flipping through them.

"Our mutual superior. He's a hardass, but a nice guy overall." She grins. "You wouldn't recognize his name if I told you. Trust me."

The officer smiles back gently, "So, are we talking FBI, CIA, NSC here or what?"

Fury laughs. "None of the above. I'm a clean-up agent, if you will. We... take care of those who are cruel to others." She grins at the officer's startled look. "No, it's not that kind of assignment this time. I'm Shije's guardian angel, in a sense. I really am supposed to take care of him."

Just then, a strong ripple of disturbance courses through the Symphony.

[Perception roll: 3, 6, +29, CD2]

[OOGM: Surprise, you succeed!]

The disturbance is large, approximately the total force of a Superior arriving on earth in Celestial Form! By the sound of it, its a mixture of Songs rapidly layered upon each other, most likely the disturbance of the later songs pushing the earlier sung ones.

[OOGM: Just so you know, if you've got a map handy, the Police Station is at the Corner of Cambie St. and 6th Avenue (2120 Cambie St), just south of False Creek.]

The disturbance appears to be coming from due Northeast, from the direction of the Main St. Station.

[OOGM: Yes, I realize that if you check a map, there's no way this could be because of the distance - 1 kilometer. It's virtually impossible to hear a disturbance from a kilometer away.]

[OOGM: I take that back - I did my math wrong, a disturbance of that size is easily heard at kilometer, maybe even two!]

Almost just as suddenly, a tall, gaunt looking fellow approaching the doorway into the station suddenly breaks into a quck job and practically bursts through the door.

"Pardon me," he says as he blows by Fury, tipping his hat to her with his free hand.

"Huh," grunts the officer behind the desk, "he's in a hurry."

Fury notices that the door to the outside opens, not at the tall man's touch, but at the same moment that the officer behind the desk waves his hand slightly in the air.

"Go on," says the officer motioning for Fury to follow the tall fellow, "you'll find me again soon enough."

"Shit, /you/?" Fury looks kind of stunned for a moment, then shrugs it off and bolts out the door. She nearly trips over her bike in an attempt to get to it more quickly, hops on, starts it up as fast as she can, and gets out to the street in record time - but not soon enough to see where the gaunt man had headed.