The Illusion

[Ebiris]

"Alright, then," Sarah nods. "Actually, my dad's birthday is coming up, so earning a little bit extra this week will come in pretty handy."

She grins mischeviously as she idly produces a deck of cards and shuffles them, not really seeming aware of what her hands are doing. "I'll try not to burn the place down while you're gone."

[Merc]

Gamby raises an eyebrow, and replies with a grin, "If you do, it comes out of your paycheck."

[Ebiris]

"Eheheh," she giggles a little bit strained. "I'll be good, promise."

Quickly changing the subject, she holds up the deck of cards she'd been shuffling, spreading them out in a fan-formation, face down. "Pick a card!" she asks cheerfully.

[Merc]

Gamby does so, and looking at the four of hearts asks, "Mastered a new trick?"

[Ebiris]

"Heh heh heh," the girl chuckles confidently, placing the remaining cards face down on the counter before placing her right index finger against her temple and closing her eyes. "Is your card..." she abruptly extends her right hand, snapping her fingers as the Queen of Hearts appears between them, "This one?!"

[Merc]

"Nope, it was the..." Gamby replies as he leans down, looking at her in the eyes. Activating his abilities, he runs a little illusion on the cards and flips them all to reveal all the cards as four of hearts. "...the four of hearts!"

[Ebiris]

"Huh?" Sarah looks very startled for an instant, before recovering her composure with remarkable alacrity. "But as you can see, that's the one I..." she trails off and pouts, "Aww, phooey. You're too good for me."

[Merc]

"Just so you know, you pulled the queen of hearts," Gamby replies as he drops the illusion once her eyes leave the cards and starts heading upstairs. "Anyhow, I'm off to pack. Ask your brother for some bar recommendations if you have time later by the way."

[Ebiris]

Sarah continues pouting as she begins arranging all the cards face up on the counter. "I'll win, one day..." she grumbles.

[Merc]

Gamby smirks and shakes his head, having heard her grumbles. Truth be told, Sarah was just a little better with pulling off card tricks successfully than him.

So long as he didn't cheat anyhow.

'I love having special powers,' he thinks pleasantly as he heads to his room.

[Ebiris]

Your room is found much as you left it, awaiting whichever packing decisions you might make...

OOC: Just tell me when you want to be skipped along.

[Merc]

After packing clothing for a week, just to be safe, Gamby goes read up the information from the folder that Mr. Jack left, to see if there's anything else of worth in the information.

OOC: After one last look through the folder, I guess.

[Ebiris]

Aside from the photographs you already glanced at, you're now able to get a proper read of the document contained within.

Page one is a crime scene report written by a detective Schultz of the Austrian Police. This includes statements from the British Library people delivering the manuscript, and an identikit picture of the man who took the delivery. The face looks almost painfully nondescript, the only distinguishing features being a weak chin and a nose that's slightly out of proportion with the face in its length.

After that comes a British Library report on Heinreich Meyer. Lots of information here, although you're not entirely sure which parts are relevant. It does detail all of his property - offices, warehouse and a penthouse in Vienna, several factories and depots throughout Austria and Slovakia, and a large mansion in the countryside of Lower Austria. It also details his links with prominent politicians, captains of industry, and several currently incarcarated criminals. Quite the old boys network going on, there...

[Merc]

Gamby releases a small whistle of admiration for the reach that Meyer has as he continues to browse through. Once he finishes, he places the deliveryman's image at the front of the folder, followed by Meyer's property details, leaving the rest in order.

'Well, let's hope this all goes well...' he thinks.

[Ebiris]

And so, the rest of the day passes, going to bed early so you can wake up at some ungodly hour and get to the airport in time for your flight. Several hours after that, you find yourself in Vienna international airport, wondering exactly what to do next...

Oh, wait. After picking up your luggage and milling around a little, you do spot a swarthy young man holding a card with 'Frederick Gamby' on it, amongst the sea of other such missives. He looks somewhat irritated being hemmed in by the various chauffeurs and the like around, frowning and puffing on a stubby cigarette.