It isn't even The Suit, as it eventually came to be called - but it is probably the most risque thing he's worn. Seren lets out a soft exhale, eyes scanning the area. Things here would be more difficult to keep an eye on, but he was more than willing to put in the effort.
But it's when he sees a figure slink off to the edges of the crowd that has him freezing, eyes wide behind his mask.
The wounds from that botched incident may have healed physically, but the mental - well, that was another story altogether. He continues through the hall, trying to blend in with the crowd so that he isn't spotted immediately. It's not even a matter of payback - he just wanted answers.
Someone's following him, Zhou Fei senses, tucking his hands into his pockets. He can't outright spot the one on his heels, but his intuition tells him it's Seren not too far off, wanting answers of all things. Picking up a glass of white wine from a table, he continues to move with long legs. Data room should be somewhere behind a door here close. He needs to hit it before his pursuer.
Seren is at least trying to stay a bit further back to not be noticed immediately, but considering who he is following, he probably has a very good idea on who exactly is tailing. Not that it would stop him.
He grins as one of the other party-goers intercepts him, giving quiet pleasantries before he takes a flute of champagne from a waiter. He quickly is able to get away, thankfully, and he sips at the flute before he continues onward. He needs to move. Quick.
The journey to the data room doesn't take long and barely a wink or two to slide past the guards. In no time at all, he's squat down next to the door, digital lockpick set out as he investigates the lock. Doesn't look pickable in the time he requires, but considering there's still another locked room just inside, Zhou Fei needs to do something other than brute force the door open.
Hinges can be pried off with a pin and a hammer, both of which are tucked inside Zhou Fei's jacket. So, he gets to work, quietly tapping the pins out and keeping eye for anyone who might be following him.
He's lucky he doesn't make much noise as the pins fall out and the door swings open from the wrong side. Sliding in, Zhou Fei grins. Now this door he can break through the old fashioned way. First goes his jacket and then he's about to tug off his dress shirt when he hears someone coming. Zhou Fei ducks behind one of the filing cabinets, pulling his pistol from an ankle holster.
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Date: 2023-01-23 06:04 pm (UTC)But it's when he sees a figure slink off to the edges of the crowd that has him freezing, eyes wide behind his mask.
The wounds from that botched incident may have healed physically, but the mental - well, that was another story altogether. He continues through the hall, trying to blend in with the crowd so that he isn't spotted immediately. It's not even a matter of payback - he just wanted answers.
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Date: 2023-01-23 10:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-11-05 06:42 pm (UTC)He grins as one of the other party-goers intercepts him, giving quiet pleasantries before he takes a flute of champagne from a waiter. He quickly is able to get away, thankfully, and he sips at the flute before he continues onward. He needs to move. Quick.
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Date: 2023-11-08 09:59 pm (UTC)Hinges can be pried off with a pin and a hammer, both of which are tucked inside Zhou Fei's jacket. So, he gets to work, quietly tapping the pins out and keeping eye for anyone who might be following him.
He's lucky he doesn't make much noise as the pins fall out and the door swings open from the wrong side. Sliding in, Zhou Fei grins. Now this door he can break through the old fashioned way. First goes his jacket and then he's about to tug off his dress shirt when he hears someone coming. Zhou Fei ducks behind one of the filing cabinets, pulling his pistol from an ankle holster.