Judicarius Conference Room

"No sense in being reckless, or taking a chance." Hefting his saber, as he turned and crossed the short distance to his discarded weapon, he displayed the side that had made contact with the stingers. Pitting and cracks were wriven through the ice, although a strange shimmering in the air around him seemed to be drawing to the blade, repairing the damage. "Myself, I hold more than a few tricks up my sleeves. Most of the collection in the armory is mine, earned either in a fight or bought. These two, however, are my own construction."

Beginning to sheath the cutlass, he glanced at her. "This one's Kan'ya Kiba. Primarily offensive based, it trades rigidity for power. The twin is Hyouga Tsume, unbreakable ice and charged with energies to bolster my magicks. I keep telling Zach to cut it out, but his nickname for me is Psycho Swordsman Archmagi."

Scowling at the recollection, he shrugged. "They each have their quirks, I'll grant you, but despite appearances they're all friendly enough. Zach and Xival are old comrades from back in my mercenary days. Adam's a resident Fallen who liked the thought of what I was doing, which isn't too far from the Patronus. Though we serve no gods as a group. And Rhogar..."

"Rhogar I recruited after kicking his ass back when he trashed Gambit's before it closed. He's in it for the personal glory, though I'd imagine the money helps. Misfits we may be, I've always said, I don't give a damn what you were, be it killer, soldier, or citizen, if you have what it takes to be a Judicar, and you can follow the code, you're part of the brethren."

Dominique nodded, "Sounds good. So, um..." She paused looking around the room, "How do we get out of here, and what's next?" She didn't take well to being inside a closed proximity for very long.

"Right out the two doors in. The room will lock itself behind us." Leading the way, he gave one last glance back at her. "As for what's next, well, it's simple. If you see something that needs doing that the normal means can't, do it, make a record of it, and then we bill them. If we have anything special, you'll be contacted."

He tossed her a phone snagged off a counter. "Our numbers are programmed in. Otherwise, we keep a rotating shift on Gambit's as security. Welcome to the Judicarius, Dominique Vida."

A strange sensation at the final words, almost as though a quiver in the air. Then Jegun stepped out of the room, back into the main room of the Penance to let the woman carry on as she would.

Dominique felt a flutter down her spine as the man welcomed her into the Judicarius, leaving the room. She held the cell phone in her hand, and blankly thought of where she would put it. Perhaps she'd find a satchel along the way, something she had never carried before.

Leaving the room, she found her way, rather slowly, out of the building.

Bulling through the hidden door, Jegun barely glanced around, heading straight for the back room. The man turned right, heading for a particular locker of the dozen odd ones there, one hand reaching to flip the latch and open it. Doffing his jacket on a hook, Jegun began to pull items from the locker. More modern than his typical equipment, the lightweight, slim profiled plates of impervium were donned, buckled, and then covered with more nondescript clothing. Nothing signature remained, and several minutes later, attire sufficiently altered to resemble just your average citizen. Sufficient to mask the negligible telltales of armor underneath, and lightly layered to ditch some, thus altering his appearance sufficiently to throw off any potential pursuit.

Sliding his own gear into the locker, he closed it, heading for the next station. A vestibule containing an unusual array of items. First, the Judicar removed a tube from a cupboard, donning gloves and then applying the unusual dye to his hair. Scrubbing with care, ensuring he got a total coverage, this he completed and let to set, removing the gloves and then taking a contact case. Removing the caps and applying the items within took a mere ten seconds, perfect replicas of a carefully crafted persona's retinal prints, a more sedate hazel. Blinking several times, he drew out a thin sheet, Jegun offering a faint smile as he peeled a bizarre set of gloves from this. Ever so carefully drawing these on, he slid them under a thermal hood, giving it time to run the minute cycle. The heat molded the gloves into the surface of his hands, radically altering his print and even DNA, again to match a single persona. A series of other applications, altering the lines of his face, a mouthpiece that altered vocal patterns, and masked his true person utterly with the perfection most spies would envy. The kits cost a ridiculous amount of money, but Jegun rarely flaunted the wise methods he'd invested his earnings throughout his life. Washing through the dye, he glanced at the overall effect in the mirror, nodding in satisfaction. Then he drew the wallet with the kit, slipping it into his pocket.

Jegun took his time perusing the armory, selecting a high end Terran model handgun, a shoulder rig, and a couple of spare magazines. His cover was licensed for concealed carry, and he elected an expensive impervium spring assist folder, clipping it through a belt loop, as well as a taser packing the strength to make any Terran both nervous and at ease. Chuckling at the instinctual reaction to an item that could both drop a human and a dragon on the same charge, this he applied in a leg holster. The final addition was a pair of custom order adamantine, thin profiled stilettos, slung and locked in sheaths within the sleeves of the cover jacket.

Finalizing his preparations, Jegun returned to the entrance, getting an omni-directional look at himself, nodding in satisfaction and startled surprise by the unrecognizable figure before him. The cover was a Terran native to Solinus City, a few parking tickets to his name, one Kyler Smith. Careful routing and payment to an associate of Molk and Tholk kept the cover's apartment as a reasonably solid cover, a list of actual transactions and operations on the stock exchanges from a personal computer legit. Short of actually going to the apartment in question and discovering the farce, Kyler Smith was as real as they came.