It is about 50F(10C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Foxglove and Franklin/span

(Your target has been picked up by members of an opposing faction or subfaction keen to get some intelligence from them. Your target must resist for long enough or throw them off the trail for their allies to arrive and help get them out.
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It is a bad morning when Jakem and Pearl both wake up, chained to a warehouse wall somewhere in All Saints, with some 63rd lackey pacing in front of us. “Well, well,” he says. He’s dressed like emo Gestapo, with skinny jeans, a ripped band shirt, and a leather great coat tossed over it. “I see we’ve found something interesting today. What are your names?” asks emo Gestapo, looking over Jakem first and then Pearl.

Jakem regards the man with bleary violet eyes for a long moment, blinking a bit “Huh. Oh shit.” he mutters quietly, look of concern touching his expression a moment. Glancing over at Pearl with a quick survey to assess he’s not the only one here, his reaction to that is unreadable before he attends to the question “John McCalister. I’m an assistant manager at the Cookie Carousel in Fairefield, sir.” he says deferentially.

Pearl is here, dressed, it appears, in her underwear. She pulls a little at her bonds. “Clarabelle Smith,” she says to the interrogator. “I’m from Fairefield, too. A singer at the Nocturne Key,” she offers helpfully. “I, uh … I think you have the wrong people?” she offers, her tone vibrating suggestive. She looks over at Jakem. “I think I’ve seen you before,” she offers. “You have that cookie with the funfetti frosting, right?”

Jakem nods swiftly to Pearl “Right, funfetti with chocolate oatmeal, or sugar cookies.” He agrees. Eyes linger a moment on the woman, but perhaps not so long as he would have liked as his attention is quickly drawn back to the coated lieutenant. “Look if you want money, my account’s dry right now, but we could work out something. My roomate sells a lotta fun stuff. I could hook yah up.” he wheedles.

“I don’t care about FUN-FETTI,” the emo Gestapo says. “I care about data.” He smacks one hand against the other, though it isn’t the most effective threat in the world. In fact … the trench coat seems a little large on him. “I care about ACTIONABLE DATA,” he repeats to Jakem and Pearl. “Otherwise? I’ll just give you both to the men.” He steps towards Jakem. “I see your symbols,” he says. “The Hand, yes?” He goes to tug on Jakem’s nose ring. “What are their designs in Fairefield?”

Over in her manacles, Pearl squirms. She, at least, doesn’t have a visible society symbol.

Jakem winces as the ring is tugged “Oh hey, I’m borrowing this… Ow ow ow, all right already.” he says, trying to wring his head back with a wince. “Yah got me. I’m Hand. And I could tell yah all sortsa things about what they’re up to. But how can yah trust any of it? Not like you’ll be able to double check until it’s too late.” He attempts a smarmy grin “Fortunately for you, Hand is corrupt as they come.”

“Corrupt how?” asks emo Gestapo. There is some note of eagerness in his face, as he blows a sharp, Anime shock of black hair away from one of his eyes. “Want to make a deal?” he says, asking Jakem. “Mister… McAlister? How would you like to rise up in the world?”

For her part, Pearl looks a little hungover. She says, though, “I bet there’s a Hand vault somewhere in Fairefield.” It’s a smile on full lips. “Probably … at the Cookie Carousel. How much you bet he has the code saved on his phone?” she wonders of emo Gestapo. “If you just unlock him…”

Jakem clears his throat, a glint in his eyes “Well if I’m helping you keep Fairefield, wouldn’t it be appropriate if you entrench me somewhere I can be more helpful. Maybe in charge of the cattle. I promise I can supply yah a steady dose of misery.” He tilts his head “You want the Hand vault codes? Yeah. The gal’s exactly right. There’s a vault in the Carousel with everything yah could hope for. Not saved on my phone though, but…” he taps his head. “Course if I give it to yah, she’ll hear won’t she?”

Pearl looks over at Jakem with a little urgency, since he seems to be getting himself out of this situation without any concern for the dark-haired, wasp-waisted girl in her underwear.

“If it’s in your head,” emo Gestapo says, “then give it to me.” He digs into his too big trenchcoat for a notepad. “I’m ready … I’ll write it down, and then I’ll let you go,” he tells Jakem. “Simple as that.”

Jakem frowns “Well that’s not much of a bribe. So we just doing this straight across then? Vault codes for freedom? Throw in something to sweeten the pot how about? Do that, and I can give you at least two days before they get changed.” He glances to Pearl “I was thinkin’… somethin’ fun to keep me busy for a couple days.”

“Let me get this straight,” emo Gestapo says. “The deal is this: you give me the codes, and then I unlock you and let you keep Clarabelle here?” he says. He turns to look at Pearl. “She certainly doesn’t seem like she is worth very much,” he admits to Jakem. “Fair. Give me the code,” he says to Jakem.

Over where she is chained, Pearl rolls her eyes. “Fuck you both.”

Jakem smirks to the man “I dunno, she seems to understand the deal. That’s worth a bit. And don’t worry about me making any reports for a bit. I’ll be busy.” he says, before rattling off some numbers to the 63rder: four six four, nine three three.

“Four six four,” emo Gestapo replies. “Nine three three.” He smiles. “You’re right,” he says to Jakem. “You will be busy!” There’s laughter, as he strikes a pose, throwing back his coat. It’s something almost delibaretly gram worthy. “Four six four … nine three three. Got it,” he says. “Well …” More laughter. “Be seeing you both around!” He turns, making his coat flare, to walk his way out of the warehouse. Neither Jakem nor Pearl is unlocked along the way.

Shaking her head, Pearl turns to look at Jakem, waiting for the door to close. “Way to go, dumbass,” she says to him. “Why did you give him the code first?”

Jakem tilts his head “Couldn’t figure out how dumb he was. Seems to have fallen exactly between the two parameters I was lookin’ at.” he says. “Smart enough to realize he’s better off with me here, too dumb to realize I can change the codes from my phone.”

Jakem mutters “Siri, text Talya and tell her to rob the Celebrant vault in Fairefield ASAP.”

“Your phone is in your pocket,” Pearl says to Jakem. “Which is a little inaccessible.” Sighting, she starts to try to wriggle her way out of her bonds. “Oh.” She pauses. “I forgot about Siri,” she admits. “But do you have a plan for us to get out of here?”

With that attended to, Jakem turns to Pearl “I never have plans, they’re too constraining. I have ideas that blossom into wonderful hijinks.” He grins lopsidedly to Pearl “Though I dunno, enjoyin’ the view a bit. But…” He glances towards the door, checking to see if he can see outside via a window or the like.

“I’m sure you’d love me all tied up,” Pearl replies drily to Jakem. She shifts again, trying to break free of her bonds. There are no windows in the warehouse, not really. She sighs. “This is going to hurt,” she says. She starts to pull on one wrist, using all of her strength. The sound of cracking fills the room.

Jakem hmmm’s “Oh sure would, entirely intended to fulfill my end of the bargain if he’d played ball. Alas.” He says as he tries peeking out any window available, only to get distracted at the sounds of cracking “Ouch, looks painful. Well, my strategy might have to be revised. Good thing it was just ideas, and not a solidified plan.”

The dark-haired girl lets out a whimpering note of pain as she breaks her hand to get it out of the manacle. “Oh, fuck, that hurts,” she says. “I should leave you here, you know that, she says?” It’s another wincing yelp from Pearl as she goes to undo her remaining manacle.

Jakem smirks at someone, tilting his head “You have no idea how right you are.” he says with a sly gleam within those violet eyes. “Still, I think you’ll find I’m a difficult man to say no to. Now darlin’, how about you come over here and release me.”

Jakem smirks at Pearl, tilting his head “You have no idea how right you are.” he says with a sly gleam within those violet eyes. “Still, I think you’ll find I’m a difficult man to say no to. Now darlin’, how about you come over here and release me.”

“I don’t have any desire to,” Pearl says, rubbing her wrist. “But … I also don’t need to give anyone else to these 63rd idiots.” She crosses, wincing some more as she goes to undo Jakem’s bonds. “But we both need to get out of here,” she tells him. “It’s time to go, before someone more competent than that youngster comes back.”

stands up with a faint nod “I suppose you’re right. It might behoove you to wear one of the broken manacles so we can do the most dull and overwrought trick in the book.” Jakem says in a distracted tone as he finally catches sight of someone on patrol outside. As he sees the man, something odd happens.

“Smart,” Pearl tells Jakem, taking a manacle … and then going to slip out. As soon as she can, she cuts away from Jakem. “Until next time we meet. Hopefully …” she tells him. “Not tied up.”

Jakem gives a salute to Pearl after guiding her out of the encampment “I mean, you can have your preferences and I’ll have mine. Enjoy the day.”

Laughter, pealing, as Pearl parts way with Jakem.