Angels: Act Two

[twiststheblade]

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Yokohama.

Japan's biggest port city.

Hub of trade, export, and import.

Modern, classical, new and ancient. If a thing is new 'it was done first in Yokohama'.

It is late by the time the two bikes purr through the suburbs, heading for the heart of the financial district. Late, and the rain has stopped. The surfaces are slick with water, lights reflecting off anything and everything, a shifting kaleidoscope.

The buildings are an odd mix. Darkened office buildings, except for the odd window where a worker is up late into the night. Bars, restaurants, the odd shop, spill light and sound and smell out into the streets.

Eventually, Miho waves an arm, slows, and pulls over to the side of the road. She hops off, braces the bike, and smoothly uses her entire body-weight to lift it onto the stand. She pushes her visor up, and smiles.

"Well, this is it."

There are two buildings that stand out. One is rounded, almost like a tower, stabbing up into the night. Next to it, seperated by only a narrow alleyway, is a mirrored tower-block, curved frontage, glass elevators running up the outside of the building. It has an enourmous lobby, brightly lit, edged by small shops, and a few restaurants.

"That's the one we want," she says, pointing to the rounded building. "And this is the one I thought we could go across from."

She grins.

"Anyone for sushi?"

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[3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com]

Goldy is glad they have reached their destination. She spends a few moments surveying the two buildings as she waits for Alanna to dismount, then she hops off and stands her bike next to Miho's. The helmet comes off next and a straggled mop of gold is shaken out.

"Ugh."

The hair disarray is not her only grievance. Regardless of the let up in the weather, her pants are soaked through from the ride. She steps onto the kerb and waggles each leg uncomfortably.

"Yuk. Yes. Let's dry out a bit."

[twiststheblade]

The lift doesn't go quite the way to the roof, terminating instead on the second to last floor. They took the stairs up the last floor, and are now on a dark, cramped landing, denied access to the roof by a locked door.

"Lockpicks? Anyone?"

[comm-npc.livejournal.com]

The room is darkened, although not completely pitch black - a faint glow comes in from the hallway, and occasionally a black silhouette can be seen passing the open door. Workstation line the walls, computer screens powered down, desks empty. The odd enormous potted plant looms out of the gloom.

[twiststheblade]

Miho pauses just before a corner in the corridor, keeping her voice very low.

"Okay, unless I'm wrong, the vault is just around the corner. There ought to be a pair of guards outside, which shouldn't be a problem. And we can blow the doors, right Goldy? And then it's just the inner doors."