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Sarah pocketed the gun with ease and checked out the knives. "You have decent tastes in knives. I approve," she complimented. She disliked the idea of being left behind, but she understood the logic. "We ought to get to sleep then and prepare for tomorrow. It's gonna be a long day." Sarah went over to the corner and curled up in a ball, using her bag as a pillow. Soon everyone was asleep.

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The next day, Sarah woke up and found she was the first awake. She looked out the window to see the sunrise. Blood red morning sailor's warning. It didn't really matter, since they weren't sailors, but it seemed like an omen. Whatever. I might as well go take a shower while everyone else is asleep. She headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower; she didn't want to get caught in the shower by any of the guys.

When Sarah got up Mike rolled over, snoring loudly. He was obviously not the type to wake up too early by himself. As the two of them talked he woke up stretching his arms. He threw his pillow and thermal blanket back in the bag. "So we finally start moving today. I'll take the shower after Sarah. So what's our plan for after that?" he asked Anatoly since he had no clue where they had to go to find his father or this other blazer.

((He needs to take better care of his rps, but I guess he's busy right now or whatever. Hopefully he'll be back here watching over soon enough. Otherwise I have a feeling we're going to start screwing up whatever type of plan he has currently.))

The sound of a shower was too appealing for him to stay and listen to the details. "I'll let you two figure out what we're gonna do." he said as he grabbed on of the bags and started heading for the bathroom. "Oh, yeah." he said reaching into one of the bags and pulling out a cellphone and tossing it onto the bed. "It's a pre-paid phone with about 100 minutes on it. That way you can keep in touch with us, I have another one in the other bag so I'll program the numbers of them both into each other after my shower." and with that he shut the door and a few seconds later there was the sound of running water from the shower.

"First thing I'm doing, I'm doing alone," Anatoly informed them. "I have to speak with a contact I have in the police - he thinks I'm a government agent with my hands tied by bureaucracy."

Mike walked out of the bathroom fully dressed and clean. "Nope, it's all yours now. So what have we figured out about our plan of action so far?" he asked hoping that they had made some progress. Either way they had to move soon although he didn't really know what they could do other than find Anatoly's father.

((Any clue when Joe is going to start being able to get on again?))

((I'm mostly aware of what's going on. Alex, I said to go ahead with your thing with Anatoly. I'm waiting on that.))

((Sorry, SP. The revival starts...))

Anatoly left the hotel alone - or so he thought. Kitt was behind him, and he didn't notice her until he was almost halfway to his destination. Too far to take her back; he'd have to add her to his story. His destination: the police station, where Commander Hawke was.

The others at the hotel knew that they should be getting moving, because they would be found if they stayed in one place too long. Still, they were tired and wounded and scared. They took their time, showering and chatting and getting ready.

Out in the parking lot, a single figure lounged against a light pole. His eyes were locked on the window of their hotel room. He had not moved in an hour, though they had not seen him at all. Perhaps it was due to this reason.

((...now.))