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I promise.

Olivia had spent most her day in town shopping, since being on the run had built up quite the shopping list for her. She had also called in a couple favours with some acquaintances from her last visit to Whopter, mainly to dig up some information on an old friend of hers, but also for some background checks on the crew she was working with.

She was one of the first to arrive at the hotel, and quickly made her way to the room that was assigned to her. Once there, she got to work checking every inch of it for recording devices of any kind, and after she was sure it was clean, she began to unpack her bags.

She finished unpacking an hour later, and after a quick shower, she sat down on her bed and began to look at the folders she had been given earlier that day. She started off with the crew, going over whatever scraps of information that had been gathered on each of them. A few of them caught her attention, mostly in the current bounties department, but for the most part, there wasn't much to look at.

She moved on to the last folder she had acquired, it was the only one with a name she recognized from before her time on the Wrymslayer. Yvonne Balderson. She opened the folder and started reading over the information, or what little of it there was. Yvonne's folder contained little more then a highly detailed way of saying she had left Whopter, and it didn't even contain a destination.

Olivia was interrupted by sound of someone outside her door. Before she had time to react, the door was smashed down and a intruder charged in, weapon raised. She rolled off the bed, grabbing her pistol as she did so. Peeking over the bed, she spotted the man standing near her dresser, looking about the room. It was evident that he hadn't noticed her take cover, which gave her the element of surprise.

She then broke cover and with careful precision, she fired two shots at his torso. As the man staggered backwards, Vi fired a third shot, this one aimed for his head. She watched as his body crumpled to floor, then turned to find her bathrobe. After donning the robe, she grabbed her shotgun and entered the hall to find out what was going on.

Well, I don't know about y'all, but I'm looking forward to Dawnguard, and Neverwinter. And that's about it.

I believe you already know my opinion on this, but just to clarify: I support this idea, though I'd much rather see it in a fantasy setting. However I'm down for whatever.

Bethany Watson looked up as the train pulled into the station, it was the last stop before hers, which meant she was close to getting above ground, something she was eagerly awaiting. She paid no heed to the dark clothed men that stepped on-board and returned to looking through the most recent issue of Vogue that she had picked up earlier that day.

Then one of the new comers pulled out a gun and started shouting at everyone, which caused quite a panic, but most everyone did as they said and stayed in their seats. Bethany was a little worried herself, having never been in a situation like this before, but seeing the man stand up to the gunman gave her a little more confidence.

She looked about the carriage, taking note of the scared and worried expressions on most of the other passengers. There must be some way I can help them, She thought, I mean, this can't be much harder then winning over a boardroom. Readjusting her gloves, she rose to her feet and began to move about, comforting the others as best she could.

***

Bellamy grabbed a newspaper as he walked towards the subway station, idly looking over it and doing his best to look inconspicuous, though he was far away from York, he still didn't want to risk being noticed by someone from his past.

He folded the newspaper as he arrived at the station and placed it in his coat, and made his way to the station platform where he waited for the train to arrive. As he waited, he produced a cigar from his coat and lit up, tapping his cane against his shoe as he did. After stowing his lighter, he pulled the paper back out and began to read through the obituaries, though he was interrupted a moment later by someone calling his name.

'Watson? Bellamy Watson? Long time no see! How have you been?'

Looking up, Bellamy saw it was Carl, an old college friend, one he hadn't spoken with in years. He grimaced slightly as he replied, he had never liked Carl all that much. 'It's Doctor Bellamy Watson now, actually, and I've been good. But unfortunately I have to go, that's my train.' With those words he stepped on the recently arrived train and wave slightly as the doors closed, breathing a sigh of relief as he escaped having to chat with Carl. He quickly found a seat near the back and returned to his newspaper.

He grunted as the terrorists began shouting, displeased that his day was being further interrupted, but ignored them as much as possible. Then someone attacked the lone gunman that was patrolling the car, and Bellamy couldn't help but notice the strange way he used the chain, making a mental note to approach him about it later. After the man turned to leave, Bellamy resumed reading his newspaper, hoping to actually finish the page, but before he got back to his place on the page, the last person he expected to see in London rose from her seat. His twin sister, Bethany.