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The Baccarat Gala
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Hood was perfectly comfortable with Jaxen's long silence. He observed guests, or the escorting bodyguards off in the corner of the yard. He didn't seem terribly taken with any of the women that were wandering about; the occasional glance to appreciate the view, but none seemed able to distract him for more then a second or two before being dismissed. A beautiful woman was fine and dandy, but these ones didn't have much substance to them.

When Jaxen took his leave, Hood let him go without comment, just a vaguely affirmative grunt of acknowledgement, then discarded his own finished cigar and took to his rounds of the building. Either a stroke of luck, or added effort on Jaxen's part, the two didn't cross paths again, and eventually it came to the time that one of the servants gave Hood word that Mr Arrabat was ready to take his leave. They'd been there near five hours already, longer then he had expected the old man would want.

He had little doubt that Jaxen was still plotting to get himself into trouble, but if the Atharim couldn't protect their own front door from a burglar, then they had more issues then he had suspected. It would be interesting to see if they could handle it on their own, or if Jaxen would be smart enough to be spooked off before digging himself too deep.

That late in the evening, there was still plenty of traffic on the roads, but local authorities continued to give priority to the guests of the Baccarat Mansion's soiree, and Hood had little trouble having their car brought around. Not an hour later, Mr Arrabat was seen safely to his hotel, where other security measures were in place (the man's personal guards had arrived on a separate flight to help throw off those interested in tracking the old man's movements), and Hood was dismissed.
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[No subject] - by Hood - 07-17-2013, 08:02 PM
[No subject] - by Jaxen Marveet - 07-19-2013, 05:26 PM
[No subject] - by Hood - 07-22-2013, 03:08 PM
[No subject] - by Jaxen Marveet - 07-22-2013, 06:33 PM
[No subject] - by Hood - 07-25-2013, 12:21 AM
[No subject] - by Jaxen Marveet - 07-26-2013, 06:02 AM
[No subject] - by Hood - 07-27-2013, 07:24 AM
[No subject] - by Jaxen Marveet - 07-27-2013, 06:19 PM
[No subject] - by Hood - 07-27-2013, 06:39 PM
[No subject] - by Jaxen Marveet - 07-27-2013, 07:53 PM

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