Mad Fantasy

[Carthrat]

"Is this Jeremy?" asks a cultured sounding, rich-man voice.

[baka]

"That's me. Who am I speaking to?" replies Jeremy, cursing the delay in getting upstairs.

[Carthrat]

"I am James Royce Davis, a priest in her service, as are you," says a voice. "We would have words with you, regarding a recent delivery into your hands."

[baka]

"Uh, yes. I know the one. It.. didn't arrive. I'm trying to get hold of the delivery boy right now," replied Fitz, trying not to give anything away to the other occupants of the room.

[Carthrat]

"You don't have it?" asks James, in some surprise. "But it's crucial that you keep hold of it! How long until you can meet him?"

[baka]

"I'm not sure. Listen, I'll have to ring you back, I've got almost no battery," Jeremy lies. He glances around counting how many people in the room, anxious to get hold of a keycard.

[Carthrat]

It's kind of hard to tell how many people are in the room, what with the stall door closed and all. Nobody else has approached since those last footsteps... you think.

[baka]

Fitz stands right by the locked stall, planning to rush the guy and smash his head against the wall as soon as he comes out.

[Carthrat]

The locked stall opens, revealing a businessman-type, dressed up in suit and tie and looking.. well, how *do* people look when they've done their business, anyway?

[baka]

Trying not to lose the element of surprise, Fitz charges straight into the man, putting his hand on the guy's face and driving him, and his head, towards the closest wall.

[Carthrat]

Fitz never knew before now just how much blood could come out of someones face. The mans nose looks crushed by the assualt, and he crumples to the ground, leaving a slight smear.

[baka]

Fitz pauses, not having meant to hurt the guy that badly. Still, too late now...

He quickly searches for a keycard on the body, and drags him into the end stall, pulling the door to as he leaves it. Rinsing his hands of blood, and shivering slightly as he does so, he leaves the room, putting on as calm a demeanor as he can.

[Carthrat]

Nobody really pays much attention to Fitz as he walks out. The ground floor is still pretty much as he left it.

[baka]

Heading straight for the lifts with his newly acquired keycard, Fitz tries to look like he does this every day, despite the fact that, in his mind, he's sweating profusely.

[Carthrat]

Nobody seems to notice the puddles Fitz is sure he's leaving behind, and in short order , he finds himself in an elevator. He notes there's an awful lot of floors for this building; about a hundred, which is odd, because it didn't look quite so tall from the outside.