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The Beginning || The Rescuers

She was late.

Bianca made it a general rule never to be late; she liked to be early, if at all possible, but her journey from Bratislava to New York had come to a shuddering halt when her flight to Prague had been delayed, and then they’d had to make an extra stop in Munic due to some kind of technical fault. Finding a cab had been easy, but getting it going in rush hour had been something of a challenge. And thus, she was late, her heels clipping against the floor of the RAS American HQ, where business was being conducted today.

Still, there wasn’t a hair out of place, and she wasn’t moving all that quickly for a lady who was missing a very important meeting. Some kind of new mission, or something - Mr. Chairmouse’s email had been rather vague, but then their communications always tended to be. It was so easy, in this modern world, for emails to be hacked and letters to be intercepted, their messages made public for all to see. They were a secret society; they had to remain that way.

But Bianca didn’t rush anywhere, and so she went at her own place, pressing the button for the elevator and shouldering her bag. She’d had her bags sent to her usual room at the St Regis, carrying with her only her handbag, which she shouldered now as she waited for the elevator to take her to the fourth floor. A quick check of her reflection in the elevator’s mirrored walls, and she stepped out, moving to the conference room.

Admittedly, it was more of a lecture theatre than a conference room, with plenty of room for all of their delegates. Bianca made her way towards the front - she was Agent 81, the representative of the 81st country in the roster, and thus, she was seated in the third row back. By the time she had arrived, each member was already stood, their hands against their hearts, reciting the oath each RAS member took before beginning their work within the Society. Bianca joined in, picking up the words as she moved to her seat. She scanned the room quickly; it seemed only about half full (it was so difficult to pin down ever agent, with so much business carrying on all at once), but Director Chairmouse still stood at the podium at the front of the room, one of the janitorial crew off to the side.  When their chanting ended, the Director cleared his throat.“Well,” He said. “I think we’ll begin.”


Stairway to Hell || The Rescuers

It could be easily assumed that Miss Bianca Gabor had never before been hiking. She didn’t seem like the type, with the perfectly styled hair, the full face of makeup and the predelection for heels didn’t exactly put her in the same category as most hikers, but she had been to a few national parks, back in Hungary. A holiday once with some friends from university, and then in her training for the Society she had trekked through all kinds of forests and jungles. She simply had to be prepared.

And so, there she was: Miss Bianca Gabor, Hungarian-Israeli aristocat, loose relation of Blessed King Charles IV, standing at the treeline in a plaid shirt and jeans, her hair tied back into a ponytail. She had a backpack with her, an attempt to make it seem like the two of them really were just out on a hike, but really all she needed was the button-hole camera on her shirt and the torch tucked into her back pocket. Still; illusions had to be maintained. Nothing could look amiss, here.

“Are you ready?” She asked, turning now to Bernard. Until they could get down to the Gates, she was relying on him to be her guide. “You know the way?”