This took forty minutes to find the right person, and it took only ten to plan the idea. This was not something that she could take over in just one night, well, she could but she was not going to. At the end of ten minutes she left the room after the man pecking his cheek, giving a stroke of the arm for added effect.
[b "And you said I might become more like Charles, Erik. Watch this..."] Kenna gave a wicked smirk watching the tall man go to his peer.
Immediately there was a debate that sparked into an argument but didn't esclate. [b "Works been tense, no one can agree on what to do...so Douglas says. So, I just planted the idea that he's superior in every way. Just need to see him again tomorrow to keep reinforcing it and he's going to slip up for us."]
Tristan caught her look from across the room and casually made his way over to where she had led the man out of the room. At her orders, he nodded and immediately began scanning for Erik. [b "You got it, captain,"] he said.
In his experience, the best course of action to have people avoid coming anywhere near you was to dance. There was a small quartet of classical musicians playing in the background, but Tristan started grooving from side to side as though a disco soundtrack was playing instead.
It did the trick. All of the wealthy snobs kept a wide berth as though he had a contagious plague. He carried on taking bites of food from the plate he was still holding, moving side to side.
[i "What the hell are you doing?"] Erik surprised him from the side.
Tristan nearly dropped his plate. [b "She has a target in the back. I'm keeping people away."]
[i "You're keeping people's attention is what you're doing,"] Erik hissed in return.
Kenna wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh or be offended. Either one didn't seem right. Instead she gave him a puzzled look wondering how one night was distracting him like this.
"I'll do my best," Kenna slowly nodded before looking in what seemed a good direction to go.
It took twenty minutes to hone in on at least twenty people. This would use all her skills, of the right smile and touch to get her reading. Finally after forty minutes she not only found someone in the same department, but he had ambition, and could be persuaded.
Giving Tristan the signal she took the man's hand leading him to one of the side rooms. He had enough to drink, ambitious, and was horny. It was perfect.
Sitting him down she gently pushed his hand aside before looking to Tristan outside of the door. "Try and make sure no one enters but our leader. And maybe even he shouldn't enter."
[b "No worries there,"] Tristan assured her, already stepping away. [b "I spy a buffet table, and it needs to be investigated."]
Erik fought back an eye roll, maintaining his calm composure. [i "We'll be nearby."]
Before she could move away, he grabbed her wrist. Unable to quite meet her eye, he cleared his throat. [i "Don't let them get...grabby,"] he requested.
Across the room, Tristan piled finger foods on his plate, scanning the crowd. [b "Nothing suspicious as of yet, my friends,"] he spoke quietly into the earpiece lent to them by Hank. [b "I think mingling is going to be required."]
[b "Most can't,"] Kenna snorted looking back to him. She really didn't look like the sort that could hussle a man blind or hold strong drinks. [b "It better not just be wine...oh...no there's Whisky here. We're good."]
She looked towards Erik getting the feeling from before only this time it was far more obvious.
[b "I'll try to stay in eyesight but both of you try to keep a distance. Most men like to feel like they are lone hunters and not being watched."]
[b "I doubt any of these idiots can actually hold their liquor,"] Erik grumbled, his German pride showing through. [b "They probably get drunk on a single glass of wine."]
Tristan laughed. [i "I got drunk on a wine cooler once. I'd never had alcohol before. I ended up in the neighbour's pool on a floating duck."]
God help him, he might kill the boy before the night is over. [b "I'd suggest sticking to soda tonight,"] he advised. [b "I'm not fishing your drunk ass out of the fountain."]
The banter was actually a welcomed distraction from the fact that Kenna was wearing a dress that was pulling his focus away from what needed to be done.
"Well, it's what Charles calls a passive ability. The influence part I agree. Find the weak one so the effects last longer. Of course important, too...this should be fun..." Kenna gave a small smirk. She was excited to try something new, and would learn something new.
The woman might have dressed normal in most ways, but she did clean up well. Knew how to get the attention of men. So she wore the black dress, with clevage showing and hair done up in a fancy way.
Fixing the dress she was already getting in the zone to go in.
Erik did little more than lie on the bed and stare gruffly at the ceiling while she napped. He imagined each of those sleazy men lined up in front of him while he wrapped a metal coil around their necks and squeezed until their heads popped.
He wasn't exactly rested by the time he met back up with the other two. [b "Look at that,"] he glanced at Tristan as he fell into step beside him. [b "You can dress like an adult."]
The younger male looked down at his buttoned shirt and tie. [i "Hank said I could borrow his clothes. I don't know fancy clothes. I'm never invited to parties,"] Tristan fidgeted with the poorly tied knot at his neck.
[b "Of course,"] Erik muttered in return, hitting the elevator button and turning to address Kenna's question. [b "The plan is to get one of these pricks alone. If you want to hold off on using your powers, you can influence him to drink until he's willing to spill information on whichever colleague he hates most. That colleague will be who we want to take. Odds are it'll be a more successful man with more authority and knowledge of the program."]
After the two hours sleep she was feeling a little better. Those mental blocks was taking it's time to develop. After a few minutes she joind the other two feeling more clear headed.
"So, what's the plan, Erik?" Kenna asked. They seemed to be coming to one before, the disgusting men put a damper on her head. "I'm sorry, my mental wards isn't strong enough yet. Hopefully soon..."
Unable to help himself, Tristan grinned at Erik. [b "Don't worry, we won't gossip about you,"] he taunted the older man.
Erik grabbed his arm, stopping him in the doorway. [i "I'm not afraid to tell Charles that his student suddenly went missing during the mission,"] he threatened.
With a two fingered salute, Tristan hurried into the room and put the lock on the door. [b "Absolutely terrifying,"] he shuddered.
Keeping as quiet as he could so as not to disturb Kenna as she got ready for her nap, he dug a worn paperback copy of Frankenstein from his bag and settled onto his bed to read. [b "Get some rest. I'll wake you in a few hours,"] he assured her.
That question almost made her pause. She wasn't fully sure what to think but she also had a major headache with more work in a few hours. Looking to Erik she gave a thoughtful look.
"For right now...Jamie...he doesn't usually give me a headache. Unless he's going on about that show," Kenna coudn't help but teased. "Tonight I guess we'll see."
That last statement was openly towards Erik gathering a smirk before entering the room. She really needed a nap.
Tristan hurried to match their step, patting the messenger bag slung across his chest. [b "Hank considered the potential for the rooms being bugged, given how high profile this conference is going to be. He packed us a scanner that we can use to sweep for any electronic signals in the rooms."]
[i "Speaking of the rooms,"] Erik hit the elevator button to close behind them. [i "Have the two of you decided the sleeping arrangements?"]
The young man shook his head, his curls bouncing. [b "Just tell me which bed is mine, and I'll be alright. I don't mind sharing or having a room to myself. It's up to you two."]
Erik didn't need to pry to understand what Tristan was trying to do. The boy was giving the two a chance to share a room, despite the conversation that they wouldn't handle things any differently than before. Still, Erik crooked an eyebrow at Kenna. [i "Well?"]
If Kenna wasn't so riled with the comments she would have been amused by Erik. Looks was common, sometimes she cared sometimes she didn't. Feeling yet another headache come on she gave a small moan before looking to them both.
"Do you think they will bug the rooms?" Kenna asked as they walked along. Already she was placing her hair down. "Before we plan on barhopping I'm gong to need to rest. So many auras. It's blinding."
In a few weeks she had managed to grow in her abilities but it still overwhelmed her.
Erik had already killed several of the men in his mind. He'd more than just witnessed the gawking and drooling over Kenna whenever she had her back to them. The other half of them weren't even trying to be subtle about it. Openly flirting with them as though she was nothing more than eye candy.
[i "I would tone down the glaring,"] Tristan muttered to him when they were alone again by the drinks. [i "We don't want to blow her cover. You're our superior, not her lover, remember? [b Doctor]"] he emphasized.
[b "I'm fully aware of our roles here,"] Erik grumbled back, reaching for a flute of champagne when she made her way back to them.
Tristan spared a quick grin. [i "They're close to eating out of your palm,"] he teased her.
Erik dug a knuckle into Tristan's side, making the younger man jump in pain. [b "Just tell us the address so we can get ready and go. I assume it won't do to show up like this."]
The whole time they mingled Kenna looked for the weak ones. She asked about the different ones until she found a male in his thirties. Still eager to prove himself and still was on the lookout. Paul Bateman.
At the end of that day she gave a nod, her mind tired from explaining why she was a female student in something other than the usual fields.
"I'm ready to join the women in California and burn by bra too. One more 'you're too pretty to worry about the future'. Christ, I'll give them what it's like to have a period," Kenna muttered angrily. "They'll be at that bar...at..."
Now annoyed at herself she wrote down the location.
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