Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Carthrat]

"Maybe," shurgs Carthrat. "I suppose punks can learn a lesson once in a while."

He shrugs. "I'm going to bed for real, now. You better come too, adjust to the time zone and all."

[Anastasia]

"I'll be up shortly," she says, sipping at her new drink. "I want to think awhile longer."

[Carthrat]

"Right. Don't mind me, then," replies Carthrat, walking out the bar. "Don't drink too much, it sucks to get hungover," he finishes, walking back to his room.

[Anastasia]

"Yeah, sure," she calls as you walk away.

---

As you enter your room, you feel your pendant buzzing lightly. A familiar feel, isn't it? You feel drawn below.

[Carthrat]

"Aww, not again," mumbles Carthart. "My feet are fucking tired.."

Flipping open his scanner, he activates his Cloaking Device and heads back downstairs..

[Anastasia]

You are soon outside, and feel strongly drawn away from the pleasant sector the hotel is in.  You find yourself quickly going into a wretched slum, a ransacked multistory apartment complex drawing you like a magnet.  Something about the very sight of it is repugnant to you, and you can feel the pendant almost throbbing as you get closer.

Now THAT's new.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat heads around the back of the apartment, looking for a door. He keeps his eyes on the windows of the building as he does so, and is careful not to step on anything that'll give away his position or bump into anyone. Cloaking is only so useful if the guy is sitting on you.

[Anastasia]

There is a backdoor, with two casual suited men nearby. Both look to be bouncers of some sort, with no lack of bulky muscle, at least by Asian standards.

The slightly baggy clothes they wear could easily hold a nasty surprise or two...

[Carthrat]

Carthrat walks out of visual sight of the bouncers, grabs a rock or bit of pipe or something, and heads back to the bouncers, before chucking it in such a fashion that it lands around the corner and makes a noise.

[Anastasia]

You throw a rock, and it makes a decent noise.  The two guards look at each other for a moment before one of the carefully goes to check it out while the other takes out a walkie talkie and speaks into it.

"We have a small noise here. Confirming..." he says.

[Carthrat]

Oooh, trained goons.

Carthrat hangs around to see what happens, always ready to move out the way if one comes by.

[Anastasia]

With a military like throughness and caution, he does a check of the grounds. The light is poor, so he uses a flashlight. The other keeps guard of the door, his hand inside his shirt.

After not finding anything, the searcher returns.

"Nothing found. Repeat, nothing found," is said into the walkie talkie.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat decides to give up messing around, and just walks 'round behind the two and smashes their heads together.

[Anastasia]

To their credit, the one with the walkie talkie seems to realise what's happening a split second before his noggin meets his associate's.

Still, you get no trouble in sending them to dreamland.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat commandeers the walkie-talkie and earpiece (if applicable), then rifles through the bodies for keys and gear of any kind. [/img]