bright light city

This is different.

I certainly didn't plan a trip to Vegas.

My name's Mick St. John. I got here a couple days ago although don't ask me why. Or how. Then again, from what I've read, that seems to be the case with everyone here.

I have fairly particular dietary needs. I'm without my usual contacts - actually I'm without any of my contacts - and I haven't been able to make any more that I can trust.

I've noticed that there are several people around here who are a little like me. I guess that's what comes of being a Private Investigator, huh? So I was wondering if anyone could put me in touch with somebody who could supply a little A pos. I don't take from humans unless they're willing freshies. Back in LA I get my supplies from a contact in a morgue. He's one of us so it's easier. But here...

Jesus, this is crazy. We're supposed to be secret.

[Private]

No Beth. No Josef. No Guillermo. No Logan - damn I never thought I'd miss him and his Guitar Hero.

No Cleaner because - not needed. Man, that's not easy to work out. The Vamps here all behave? Not that I mind. Less for me to worry about. But we all seem just a little different from what I can figure.

I hate having to come out in the open like this. But I'm thirsty.

Why so many floors unavailable? Accommodation seems to start on the 13th floor - what's beneath? I'm guessing it's to do with Zenner since it's pretty much a no-brainer. But I can't get in and I can't see or hear anything from outside any of the windows.

I hate feeling like a pack of produce in a grocery store. This is not helped by my new tattoo.

The World Cup? Today? US playing England? I just might have to check in on that.

( Veronica )

( Peter Burke )

I'm not sure if there are any other private investigators in the area, but I have a feeling there probably are.

I'm Special Agent Peter Burke. My partner and I opened up a business focusing on white collar crimes, however I've gotten requests for other types of investigations. I thought I would check in to see what areas of expertise everyone has so we can suggest another agency if a client comes in with a case that isn't really our thing.

This is not okay.

Sorry, sweetie, I had to.

Me: Dapper, smooth, artistic. Also ridiculously good-looking and knows how to wear a suit. A fabulous dancer, a fearsome card shark, able to talk his way into Fort Knox.

Likes: the finer things in life, Frank Sinatra, Ocean's 11, men and women, allegedly stealing priceless antiquities, allegedly forging bonds, allegedly forging art, narrow escapes, banter, bickering, and card tricks.

( Feast your eyes, ladies and gents )

You: Smart, sassy, unafraid to talk back. Dark hair and light eyes don't hurt. Willing to stick around through thick and thin. Able to tell a Manet from a Monet. Good at ciphers and codes. Unafraid of potential legal consequences to your actions.

Okay, I'm sick and tired of everyone's kids but mine showing up. And if my future me is actually future me I am doomed to die rich and fabulous but completely by myself. Which is honestly bullocks!

I know this is a tad desperate, but there's no way I'm letting my mum be right about me. Plus, this worked for the weird blue girl so....

ATTENTION GENTLEMEN.

If you are good looking, intelligent, an amazing lover and would like to share something very special with me in the pursuit of creating life, please contact me here. Marriage is preferable, but not required.

( Picture for the discerning. )

Thank you

( Neal Caffrey )

That couldn't have been real

Shit. I've fucked up so badly.

What happened?

Soph, I know we're friends, but why did I wake up in your house?

( Neal Caffrey )

Uh, getting kidnapped: bogus.

Getting kidnapped to Las Vegas: awesome.

Getting kidnapped to Las Vegas with computers like something out of a movie: super awesome!

There is no dignity in waking up naked in a metal drawer. For one thing, it's awkward. For another, it's really cold.

I'm not sure I want to know the why on this one.

El? You okay? Fuck I remember there were zombies and then...

I died?

Talk about your bad days.

I swear to God, Neal, if this is one of your cons you won't even get a chance to see the sun for the next ten to fifteen years.