"That..." Wei says, short of breath once their embrance ends. "Something..." She then adds, seemingly at a lost for words.

"I think the Band is waiting for us." Wei then says, humorously. "We still have some time before the big show." [It seems you could use a drink, Fix. Notifying room service. Will Miss Leng take anything?] Turing then chimed in.

[Of course not, Miss Leng.] Turing answers. "Well, would there be any form of indulgence you've always dreamed of fulfilling but never could? This would be the place for them."

"Well, then would you like to perhaps go somewhere more appropriate or would you prefer monopolizing the band for a little longer?"

"Well then." Wei declares, dismissing the band with a mesh communication and wiring a very generous tip to them. "What would you like to eat, Miss Leng?" [These calls are dispersed through the entire weekend, so I can make space for tonight. Although there seems to be something happening, Proxies are not answering for several other sentinels. I've had to activate a fork from cold storage to provide assistance. Two sentinels on my contact list are also not answering. The probabilities of foul play from another organization is very high. Given the circumstances, there are risk of an assassination attempt to slow down any response from my Org. Now would be the time for you to bail if you'd prefer avoiding these kinds of trouble.]

"Then how about Mocha layered cheese cake?" She says walking out of the room and into the corridor. The creepy on her shoulder seems agitated, scanning the surroundings with it's integrated sensor suite. [You know, if you ever want to do the right thing, you should consider joining Firewall, we could use someone of your talent and caliber.]

They engulf in the elevator along with a man in a dark skinned Olympian and Wei starts explaining. [Naturally, there's only so much I can say. I'm sure you've heard of us on conspiracy forum, on wanted posts by the consortium. Our mission is simple; There can't be a second fall, transhumanity would not survive it. Our job is to safeguard people from the threats from within just as well as those from without it's thankless dangerous and disturbing work, but it has to be done. Whatever the threat, we are dispatched to deal with it; Terrorist, Exsurgent, TITAN war machines, biological weapon, Aliens.]

[Hostile exsurgent would be more precise. Although some are rather skeptical of the harmlessness of Watts-McLeod, at large we are accepting of it. We can't spit on a significant trump card in our potential arsenal. One of the sentinel I often work with is also an Async.]

[Welcome to Firewall Miss Leng. Would you happen to have a code name in mind? I recommend against letting Fix assign one, the last person was less than impressed with hers.] Turing asked, adding her to the Eye Network white list on Wei's behalf. [You have been granted temporary clearance as a Sentinel. You will have to be vetted by one of the higher up for higher clearance.]

[Sentinels are those like Sorin and I, the grunts on the ground. Investigating and fighting while the higher ups, Proxies, coordinate the missions, aquire gears, cover ups and work on developing solutions to X-Threats. Unlike them, our work as agents of Firewall is in part time.] Wei answers this time, as they walk across the restaurant section of the Hotel, following the hostess toward the table he'd reserved as they talked.

[Well then, I bit you welcome to the Org miss Leng. Or should I now be saying Miss Zann?] The cake is soon brought by a waiter, along with a pot of steaming hot tea and a pair of cups.

"None, at all?" Wei answers truly surprised, sipping the tea slowly, breathing in the aroma.

"Indeed, it is excellent." Wei answers, taking a bite of her own piece, accepting the swift change of subject. She does seem amused by Leng's sudden shyness.

Wei eats the cake absently, visibly worried, the emotions seeping through her endocrine control. She seems distracted by entoptic displays only she can see.

"Very much so." Wei smiles back, forcibly. [The org, I've been put in charge of an emergency mission. Tracking equipment, sentinels and etc. There's this mission in three days in the TITAN quarantine zone and we're short on manpower. As a sentinel, I only have so much reach in the organization's structure.]

[No, no. There is no problem that can't be resolved by the fork I activated earlier. Please, forget I brought it up, let it not ruin this lovely evening.] She answers, digging with a bit more enthusiam into her piece of chesse cake.

Wei sips her tea, quietly taking in the aroma. She dismissed all her displays, focusing on simply enjoying the moment. She calmly wait for her date to finish her cake. On her shoulder, the creepy stand vigilant. "Would you like anything else, Miss Leng?"

"Cheesecake's status is still up for debate as to whether it counts as a cake, a custard, a torte or something else. The early Greek considered a Cake, but some point to the use of eggs as the only type of leavening to prove it is a torte while others claim that the separate crust, soft filling and absence of flour prove it is a custard pie." Wei says casually without having to look at entoptic display for information. "I got interested in baking good when I was young I had quite the sweet tooth, blessed be Eideitic memory." She then adds with a grin. "As for my lodging, my hotel suite is at our disposition at your wishes. But I'll warn you, Circadian hack has strongly reduced my need for sleep."

"As a matter of fact, it does. I had a feeling paying for the extra features would be good in hindsight." Wei grins, getting up. "Shall we?"

The two rise the tower's building riding the elevator. When they leave, the pass in front of a man in an atheltic morph, arguing audibly over a mesh conversation, only his side audible to the pair. The creepy on Wei's shoulder buzz to life, sending information to her. Further along, another, this time a woman with a large elaborate coat walks in their direction hands in her pocket. [I believe they intend on us not enjoying the tub, miss Leng. The one behind us has cyberclaws and most like nanotoxins too.] Wei declares, subtly, moving a hand to her hip holster. As he finishes speaking, the aggressor in front of them takes out his hand, letting an eye-sized dazzler drone in the air and throwing a grenade that explodes with an electromagnetic pulse. [Mesh inserts are now offline, they will be repaired in three minutes, seventeen second.] Turing announced to her.

On her side, Wei forgets about the clawed assailant, focusing purely on the woman. Her stance and movement changes quickly under the rush brought forth by the Neurachem and her gland releasing combat stimulant into her blood stream. With surprising speed, she takes out the handgun from it's holster, aiming it at her opponent's heart. Purposefully, she fires in a methodical rhythm, the bullet super heating upon contact. Bullet's fly though the air both ways, as the female attacker sprays them over the corridor, emptying the compact sub-machine gun's magazine she carries wildly in panic fire. The woman eventually crumble, after a chaotic moment that barely lasted more than a few seconds. Wei stands breathing heavily, visibly hyper alert from the combat drugs flowing through her system. several bleeding scratches from grazing wounds. The side belly bleeds strongly, but she takes a moment to notice. "Leng?" She then ask worried, turning around, her tone devoid of it's usual formal nature. ((Wei's under the effect of Kick, in case you're wondering.))

"The medichines can handle it. I'm glad you're alright, Leng." She answers, putting a hand on the wound, keeping pressure on it, remaining hyper alert, finger still on the trigger. She doesn't seem worried at all from the bleeding. "What about you? I know your talents can be taxing to use."

If Wei had any reaction from what Leng said, none of it showed from behind the endocrine control and the altered state she is in. She puts her handgun away, taking out a Chaff grenade dropping it on the ground. She takes Wei's hand and drags her toward her room, the grenade exploding not long after, covering the scene with foreign contaminants. "The bag on the left of the table." He sigh out, breathing heavily. "There's a med kit in it." She adds, sliding down on to the floor once the door closes.

"My sub-dermal armor took care of most of the shots." Wei replies, her dress rearranging itself to give her access. "I imagine this sort of killed the mood didn't it?" The nanoscan comes back negative, if anything had been injected, her nanophage seems to have taken care of it.