I've Got Photos

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Scene Title I've Got Photos
Synopsis Cat seeks. Molly finds.
Date February 28, 2010

The Rock Cellar

A comfortable place, located in the basement of 14 East 4th Street. The red brick walls are covered with memorabilia from various icons of rock and places in rock history, creating a feel similar to that of a Hard Rock Cafe.

The left wall has two bars separated by swinging doors which lead to and from the kitchen. Directly across from the entrance is a two foot high stage with all the equipment needed for acts to perform there. The right wall has three doors marked as restrooms: two for use by women and one by men.

Thirty square feet of open space for dancing and standing room is kept between the stage and the comfortable seating placed around tables which fill the remainder of the Cellar.

The lighting here is often kept dim for purposes of ambience, and when performers are onstage the place is loud enough to make conversation difficult. Just inside the door is a podium where location staff check IDs and stamp the hands of those under twenty-one with a substance visible under UV lights at the two bars and by devices the servers carry. On the podium's front is a sign with big black letters that just about explain it all: If You Don't Like Rock 'N' Roll, You're Too Late Now!


The young girl stands outside of the place, dressed in a long winter coat and warm clothing. Her blonde hair swings free and falls to her shoulders. With a cautious look around her surrounds, blue eyes set forward. Molly Walker decides to enter the place where she had seen Cat Chesterfield when she looked for her with her ability.

The girl opens the door and prepares to walk in, ready to run at the first notice of danger. It's how she's been raised and taught by her father, always be ready. No matter what.

It's quiet in here, at the late morning time of 11:22, but the place isn't empty. A few servers and a single bartender go about their duties, setting up for the day. Customers are even scarcer, people who come in for lunch not having made their way out yet. The sought-after woman, recognizable perhaps above and beyond the mental image Kaylee provided as the daughter of assassinated mayoral candidate Jennifer Chesterfield and one of the people Hokuto pulled into Oneiromancy 101, is seated at a table she favors. In the shadows with her back to a wall, having a solid view of the entire place. Rock music plays on the sound system, something from Metallica at that moment.

Before Cat, on the table, is a plate with burger, fries, and cola.

Molly spots the woman almost instantly and she walks through the place and sits down opposite of her, hands folded as she eyes the place and then returns her gaze to Cat. "You wanted to talk to me?" she asks with a tilt of her head, she figures why not just get strictly to the point. "Kaylee let me know."

Molly removes her gloves and places them into her coat pocket and then her legs are crossed and she gives Cat a look of neutrality. She doesn't know what to make of the woman yet. She's not judging.

The burger is in hand and being raised toward her mouth when she finds herself joined by a girl of fourteen, one instantly remembered from places seen before. Cat sets the thing down on the plate, her features showing some mild surprise. Hands take up a napkin and briefly wipe at them before she speaks, showing a hint of a smile. "I do, Molly," she replies quietly. "You may not want to, and I'm not going to pressure you into anything. But I need help," she explains. "You know who I am, read or saw about what happened?"

"I did, I'm so sorry about your mother." Molly knows how it feels to lose a parent. She offers a light smile to Cat and places her own hand on Cat's, "You want to find the person that murdered her?"

Though Molly hates being used for her ability, if it's to help put a killer down that has taken someone's parents away, she can't refuse. "I'll help you." She says softly and then takes her hand away and sits up straighter.

"Are you hungry or thirsty, Molly?" Cat asks as eyes rest on the teen's face, a touch of gratitude showing in hers. No objection is made to the touch of hands. "I've been interested in meeting you for a while now, I have to admit. You maybe remember my friend Helena, who arranged for the woman with the bright light to fix you and Matt Parkman after Pinehearst. She was in the dreamscape class too." A pause comes, before Cat returns to the subject of what she's after.

"I do," Cat replies. "They haven't just assassinated Mother, they've been troubling other people I know too. It… it may not be simple," she explains. "Being able to stop them might mean locating them more than once. First to pin down a general location, and again once people are ready to move. But… the first time will hopefully be enough. That they'd be close enough watchers can be put on that place and take it from there."

"Nah, I ate a snack before I came here. Thanks though." She says to Cat with a nod of her head as she listens to what the older woman has to say. "Ok, so we're looking for a group of people." She says and looks towards the window as she thinks about it. "Oh, Helena is the one that had the woman fix me and dad? That was nice of her." She says softly and smiles gently. Speaking of the dream makes her think of her mother figure Hokuto and she looks sad for a moment before the look vanishes and she is back to the topic at hand.

"I can look, it'll be much much harder for me if I don't have a picture of them." She informs Cat, "Though I am pretty confident in my ability. So I should be able to find them, if you can give me something to work with."

"I've got photos," Cat replies with a brief nod, "just not on me right now. I wasn't expecting to have you come join me," she admits. "I live on the top floor, I can go get them and come back or take you up with me. Your choice. I understand you being careful about people and what you do. If the word got out too widely, you'd have a line of people that'd never end, and some of them wouldn't take no for an answer. I've got an ability too," she shares.

"It's both a blessing and a curse."

"You registered?" Because Molly is and she hates it, she didn't even get a say so. "I didn't even get a say so.. but then again. Nobody gets say so in if they register or not." Molly sighs and then nods, "I'll come up with you." She says lightly and then smiles at Cat's words. "Dad's just always taught me how to protect myself, you can never be too careful."

"What is it… that you do? If you don't mind me asking?" Molly leans forward and tilts her head at the lawyer.

"I never forget," she replies simply. "It's mostly a good thing, but then some memories haunt. So I stay busy a lot, force myself not to think of them too much." Cat lets a brief grin show. "It was really cool to have in college. When most students had to cram and do all-nighters for exams, I got to sleep and relax." She rises, intending to go get those photos. "I'm registered, now," Cat provides, "I did it not long after Mother announced running for Mayor and declared her own ability. I don't agree with registration, but there's value in not letting fear run my life too. Sometimes I think people like us should announce ourselves publicly, whether or not they register."

The young teen stands and follows after Cat. "Oh wow, that's cool… sometimes I suppose." Molly says and places her hands in her pockets, looking ahead. "I agree, I guess we just need to be honest to the public. Then we can finally move towards acceptance of everyone. Hey, African slaves weren't freed for a while and then it took even longer for them to gain civil rights, right?"

It's clear that Molly thinks about this a lot. "Registration has its pros and cons, for the extremely dangerous people… that want to use their abilities as a means of violence and destruction then it is necessary. For the woman that can make a flower grow faster than others.. not so much. Though she could get a easy business going if she was registered and people knew to come to her." Molly nods and looks around. "I want to be a private detective, specializing in missing persons' cases. My gift would be great with that. Or I could be a high end intelligence person for the government! That would be so cool, with the sunglasses and the gun!" the kid in Molly is rearing it's head. "Dad would try to get me to do something safe, I'm sure." She snickers behind her hand.

The young teen stands and follows after Cat. "Oh wow, that's cool.. sometimes I suppose." Molly says and places her hands in her pockets, looking ahead. "I agree, I guess we just need to be honest to the public. Then we can finally move towards acceptance of everyone. Hey, African slaves weren't freed for a while and then it took even longer for them to gain civil rights, right?"

It's clear that Molly thinks about this a lot. "Registration has its pros and cons, for the extremely dangerous people… that want to use their abilities as a means of violence and destruction then it is necessary. For the woman that can make a flower grow faster than others… not so much. Though she could get a easy business going if she was registered and people knew to come to her." Molly nods and looks around. "I want to be a private detective, specializing in missing persons cases. My gift would be great with that. Or I could be a high end intelligence person for the government! That would be so cool, with the sunglasses and the gun!" the kid in Molly is rearing its head. "Dad would try to get me to do something safe, I'm sure." She snickers behind her hand.

"There's always danger," Cat replies somberly, "in people declaring themselves. A lot of them would be targets. Feared, and not just because they're seen as dangerous in the sense of hurting people if they lose control. Some would fear the ability to find people, because they don't want to be found. But you know that," she allows, "it's why you're careful."

At the back of the Rock Cellar, hidden from public view, Cat presses the button and elevator doors open. Once inside, there's a key and key card used to open a panel. She reaches inside to press the button marked 6. That one, and the buttons for floors four and five, are behind the panel.

Just a short time later the doors open and Cat's crossing to a pair of double doors across a short corridor, then opening them to let the teen inside.


The Verb, Penthouse

Arriving by any of four elevators, visitors will find they open into three foot corridors facing wide double doors made from sturdy southern pine which swing outward and have the strongest locks available. The stairs lead to single doors, also outward opening, at the end of three foot corridors. Entry requires both a key and a keycard; other security measures are a video camera and voice communication terminal at all doors. The 4th Street side has floor to ceiling windows interrupted only by the access points. Cream colored curtains are normally kept closed.

This level has enough space for sixteen apartments. There is an office space with reception area, conference room, and executive office; a room for archery practice and other forms of physical exercise; a very well appointed kitchen and dining area; a music zone with an array of instruments, electronics, and amplifiers; an entertainment area with an HD set covering an entire stretch of wall from floor to ceiling; a locked room where security footage for the building is recorded and can be monitored; a laundry room; a staircase for roof access; central air and heating; the main bedroom and a few smaller guest rooms; plush deep wine carpet everywhere except the kitchen, laundry room and bathrooms; and track lighting everywhere overhead. The light levels can be lowered or raised in the entire place, or selectively by segments. The overall decor suggests the occupant is a woman.


The blonde teen nods her head and looks up at Cat as they make their way to her penthouse. "I don't know if there will ever be a time when it'll be okay to be considered an Evolved." Molly admits and she leans against the elevator wall as they ascend. When the doors open, she exits along with Cat and looks around. Pretty nice digs, she thinks.

"This is a nice place." She states as she follows after Cat.

Her destination is some distance across the penthouse; along the way doorways are passed. One of them is for the entertainment room with the immense HD set and other features. Still others are for bedrooms, the doors to them closed. Finally, after a minute or two of walking, she enters the outer portion of what could be a professional office space and sits behind the computer. Fingers go to work, pulling up files, and in short order two photos are printed out. One is a grainy cellphone image of Doctor Aleksandr Koslow. "This one's poor quality," she states, "I don't know if that matters, I'm hoping to get a better one." The second image is of Carlisle Dreyfus from the Ryazan State University website.

"Alright." Molly closes her eyes and concentrates on the pictures. Holding them tightly, she tosses the pictures to the floor. First. "Skoll." Molly's mind traveling around as it centers on the person, her eyelids flutter and her head tilts to the side. "Fort Greene in Brooklyn, number 505." She answers softly and then her eyes open slowly, she looks at Cat and then nods her head softly. "One down." She says, she doesn't even look tired. Not in the least bit.

The young teen closes her eyes once more and then settles to finding the next person, she fidgets as she tries to get a clear picture of him. "Dreyfus, he's in the Bronx. I can't tell specifically, but he's staying in that general area." Molly says as she opens her eyes and looks over to Cat with a faint smile on her face.

She watches, not disturbing the teen as she performs her mojo. It's only after information's been relayed that Cat speaks or acts. "Thank you, Molly," she breathes out with her jaw setting. "If you would, I need you to seek a location on one more person. Eileen Spurling. That's her apartment, I need to see if she's at home and being held hostage." Eye contact is made, even as Cat draws an iPhone out and is ready to make a call.

Please, please don't be home, Eileen.

"I can find her, if you want." Molly says and she straightens her back and looks over to Cat. "Do you have a picture of her for me to work with?" Molly would much rather use pictures as of late, so she doesn't make any mishaps.

"Is something wrong?" she asks the older woman, tilting her head.

"I do," Cat replies grimly. "The place Skoll is in is someone's apartment, I need to know if she's at home. I'll be right back." Steps are quickly taken, crossing the penthouse floor to the area she uses as something of an office where computers and printers are. In there, she accesses an image of Eileen Spurling, formerly Ruskin, and prints it out.

On her return, it's handed to the teen.

"She's pretty." Molly says softly and then she's using her ability again, this time to find the young woman in the photo. Her mind expands and travels around the city, coming to a point in at a specific place, "The Speakeasy." Molly Walker says and then she's nodding her head softly towards Cat. "She's safe for now." The teen looks around the penthouse. "Should you call her and warn her that someone is actually breaking into her apartment?"

Having the iPhone in hand, Cat is one step ahead of Molly on that score. She pulls up the text messaging feature, types in a quick missive to Eileen, and presses send.

Eileen,

Your apartment invaded by Skoll. Team potentially en route to snare him.

Once that's done, she prepares and sends a second communication.

Veronica,

Aleksandr (Sasha) Kozlow, Vanguard ID Skoll, located at Fort Greene Apartments, number 505, in Brooklyn. Subject may be armed and dangerous, also has potentially dangerous ability. Do not let him touch skin.

"Okay, I think it's time for me to go. I have to get back to… my place." She says, she doesn't want anyone knowing that she's staying with Angela. It's supposed to be something of a not well known fact, for her safety of course. "I'm happy to have helped you, Cat." She grins and stands up and stretches. "I'll check up on you soon? I hope you kick the crap out of the baddies." She snickers softly and grins up at Cat.

With the phone still in hand, nodding once, Cat replies "I understand. You could stay here if you like, also." A few steps are taken, then she turns partly back to ask "Do you have a phone, Molly? I might need to see you again, or call and ask for help at times until those two are caught." Eyes rest on the teen when silence is returned to. She doesn't know if the attempt to catch Skoll will come in time, he could move from where he is too soon.

"Thanks, but I have a pretty stable home." Molly actually takes the moment to look in on her older caretaker. After finding her at home, Molly nods her head and opens the door. "I'll get a phone soon. When I do, I'll come by and drop it off. For now, just let Kaylee know when you need me." The mature teen says and then she's tilting her head. "It's all going to be fine." She says softly and then she's out of the door.


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