the inestimable irene adler . iris thorpe (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nightmrholmes) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs,@ 2010-02-28 23:17:00 |
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What: Nefarious doings. Also known as talking.
Where: Russell's apartment, #705
When: Before Micah's most recent post, and before Iris went to work that day, so probably about noon.
Warnings: None, I promise.
The situation with the tracker was becoming a serious liability, even after Shane so politely returned it. It was, obviously, impossible for her to simply abandon it in a gutter or flush it down her toilet, but she needed to deal with it in some way. Having it weighing down her purse was only slightly better than having it attached to her ankle, she resented its existence. Fortunately, she knew of one personage who might be of help to her.
Russell didn't know Iris was in the building. Russell didn't know what Iris looked like, since in their previous face-to-face meetings (three, no, four) she had taken the time to change her appearance so drastically that he didn't even know what her height and weight was. This time she wasn't bothering with disguises, since his confusion would be considerable enough when she showed up at his door. She'd known he was in the building before she even moved in, and he was hardly subtle unless he was doing something illegal.
She wondered if he was going to actually get off his computer chair long enough to answer the door. He'd better. Her ankle hurt and all she'd done is hobble down the hall and get in the elevator.