A Not-So-Abandoned Warehouse, the Abandoned Warehouse District, Saturday Morning

[wrongkindofsith]

Due to various portal issues, Cara had gotten in late enough the night before that halfway to the hotel, she'd turned and headed for Cara Mason's converted warehouse loft (that also served as a secret lair) instead, and it was there that she now awoke, stretching luxuriously for the sake of the cameras as she pulled on a tasteful-yet-sexy (also

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[willbethenight]

"Hello, Cara," Bruce announced as he walked in. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."

[wrongkindofsith]

He remembered her name, so he probably didn't have amnesia today. No need for any farces then.

"Not at all, Bruce." She closed her laptop so he couldn't see the screen. "Had any weddings recently?"

[willbethenight]

"Not in the past week or two," Bruce said. At least not that he remembered. "Rob any easy marks?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"A girl likes to keep her hand in." Fake IDs only paid for themselves in a roundabout fashion. "And this island does have some easy ones."

Hi, Jim!