[SkoomaCat]

Jayce had always had an eye for vehicles and other shiny objects of considerable worth and excitement. This baby was the whole deal--to be honest, he was surprised his new employer had this kind of thing at their disposal. It was just big enough for two people, but it's sleek, dark design allowed it to move quickly and silently through the coming night, nearly invisible to the casual observer. There was plenty of storage below deck for weapons, equipment, and whatever else they might pick up along the way.

As he drove to the predestined drop spot, he chewed a plastic toothpick and thought about the approaching assignment. He should be in charge, but how could he when his partner was keeping information from him? Purposefully, too. She didn't want him to know anything he didn't need to know. She'd string him along, give him a bite here and there. Just enough to complete whatever asinine task she gave him. Bullshit. He'd have to get his hands on those plans at some point, turn everything to his own direction.

He slid the hovercraft behind the building, his fingers tapping the wheel. To be honest, he was nervous, too. About magic. He'd never trusted the stuff, never seen any good come of it. But maybe he could use that to his advantage. Any screw ups from her end and he'd be able to run this thing all by himself.

Having parked the hovercraft, he jogged to where he was supposed to meet Ainthe, slowing just before he rounded the corner and she came into sight. From there he walked casually, his clothes dark and functional with a variety of tools and weapons concealed within the mix-matched pockets. When he saw Ainthe, he couldn't suppress a smile, his eyes running over her. He hadn't been able to tell before, seeing as she was buried beneath all those ruffles and lace, but she was quite a looker. Only slightly ashamed, he allowed one more lingering look before approaching her.

"Lookin' good," he said. "Ready?"