Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: He motors out to the big yacht, which is anchored out of the shipping lanes on the far side of the Veranzo-Narrows bridge.

Aerin Thomas: Aerin sits on the speedboat, watching the water as Dawit motors out, smoking. He waits patiently, until they're in a spot where Dawit's ready to start talking it over.

Aerin Thomas: He looks up at the yacht...ahh, okay. He waits for Dawit to secure the speedboat before moving onto the yacht.

Sadie Blackfoot: Comes quietly up from below deck, gun in hand.

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: He ties off to the stern near the ladder that allows Aerin to climb aboard the 52 foot boat.

Sadie Blackfoot: When she sees who it is, she holsters the gun inside her coat some where.

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: (and sorry will be a bit slow, having to do some ST stuff in ICQ for a little bit)

Aerin Thomas: Up the ladder he climbs, onto the boat. He looks over at Sadie and nods to her, moving away from the ladder so Dawit can climb aboard. "Sadie. Good to see you."

Sadie Blackfoot: "Good evening, Aerin."

Aerin Thomas: Another little nod...acknowledgment of the greeting. "How are you?"

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: He secures the speedboat and then climbs aboard. "Would either of you care for refreshments? There is fish and...drinks...down below."

Sadie Blackfoot: "Quite well, thank you."

Sadie Blackfoot: "I wouldn't mind some water," she says, moving to head below.

Aerin Thomas: "Good to here." He looks over to Dawit and shakes his head. "No, thank you. Seafood never seems to agree with me right, and if we're going to be busy tonight, I probably shouldn't drink. I am a lightweight, after all."

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: He nods and heads behind the bar--the bullet groove is still there--and grabs some bottles of water, handing one to Sadie, one to Aerin and keeping one for himself. He sits down in the swivel chair near the upholstered bench in the lounge. "Aerin seems to believe it was the Crown Prince responsible for Trevor's death."

Sadie Blackfoot: Something does seem to have taken the edge off her. She seems calmer, more focused than before.

Sadie Blackfoot: She accepts the water and settles into a seat. Her eyes glide to Aerin. "You have evidence?"

Aerin Thomas: He takes the water and then takes a seat on the bench. "No evidence...it just seems to make too much sense, from where I sit. He used to provide security for Phillipe while he was in New York. He knew about Phillipe's...aberrant nature. Assuming Phillipe knew that he had turned a new leaf, it's not out of the realm of possibility, or even probability, that he would take the opporunity to kill him, say he tried to escape, and he gets away scot-free. I may be wrong, but considering he quite obviously had to have had access to him, he had motive, means, and opportunity."

Sadie Blackfoot: "What exactly do you mean by Phillipe's aberrant nature?"

Aerin Thomas: He looks over to Dawit, then back to Sadie. "He was...sexually deviant."

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: He's simply observing the conversation closely, brow furrowed as he considers the possibilities.

Sadie Blackfoot: "Do we want to kill someone based upon speculation, however astute?"

Aerin Thomas: "Based on what I was told about how deviant he is? Yes, I rather think I'd kill Phillipe, even if he had nothing to do with his death."

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: "Well..." he takes a swig from his bottle of water,looking pensive. "What we do know is...I saw the princess...during my interrogation. But...it was not the princess."

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: "I think we should determine if the Crown Prince was in the country at the time of Trevor's capture."

Aerin Thomas: "A skin?" He raises his eyebrow. "I would hope Carlotta would know if she had been..." He shakes his head. "Some other kind of illusion, maybe."

Aerin Thomas: "That shouldn't be ~all~ that difficult. We can ask La Mort De Sourire...or if we'd rather not, is there a computer with any kind of internet connection on board?"

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: "The...higher ranking...Among Roosthorn's crowd could...impersonate others. Without stealing skins."

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: "I know that Uri...impersonated Malcolm...while Malcolm was still...in the sword."

Sadie Blackfoot: Sips her water and rests her eyes on Aerin. "Also, Aerin, if we are going to work together, you cannot attempt to pad or hide things from me. Say it. The man is a child molester. He deserves to die for that. Not a deviant or any other indirect term you wish to use to avoid stating it plainly. You cannot spare my feelings and expect me to perform on vaguearies. I can assure you that any attrocities you can imagine, I've likely already witnessed, or experienced first hand. There's nothing left for anyone to protect me from."

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: "There is a...computer." He motions to the side cabin door. "I would have to...remember Trevor quite well in order to be able to use it, however."

Aerin Thomas: A look to Sadie, and a short nod. "I'm not trying to protect you, Sadie. There's certain words and phrases that I would simply prefer not to have to say. Pedophile is one of them. You're right, though, I should have been more specific." He glances over at Dawit. "Remember...oh." He looks at the side door. "Is that the one that...has the safeguards on it, you mean?"

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: He doesn't look like he's very enthused about the idea of remembering Trev.

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: He shrugs to Aerin. "Everything he dealt with had safeguards on it, of one kind or another. I think that Isis only brought me back so that such a wealth of secrets would die with him."

Sadie Blackfoot: "We could head in and find another computer," she offers, looking at Dawit.

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: (wouldn't die)

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: He shakes his head to Sadie. "No, I do not enjoy...remembering him but...I am not here to enjoy myself."

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: He closes his eyes, and draws in a few deep breaths to center himself.

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: 2,9,8,9,5,

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: 5,9,2,

Sadie Blackfoot: Slight nod. The choice is his.

Aerin Thomas: A look, faintly sad, to Dawit. "I'd like to think it wasn't just that. Unfortunately, I don't know." He leans back, watching the man with a resigned look as he channels Trevor.

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: The mild, slightly curious openness of Dawit fades, replaced by that guarded intensity they both know so well as Xu/Trevor. He rises wordlessly and heads into the side cabin where all the camera and electronic equipment is, leaving the door open for them to follow.

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: He gains access to the computer and looks to Aerin. "What did you wish to do?"

Sadie Blackfoot: Trails after the two men.

Aerin Thomas: He follows along, looking to Trevor as he asks the question. "That kind of information has to be public news. If someone as famous and important to a country as the Crown Prince returns home, or leaves the country, it's going to be on a news article somewhere, which means it'll be somewhere online. And if it somehow isn't, I can try to be sneaky and hack into places like flight plans, or maybe even the Embassy, though that might be more difficult. Somehow, I can find out where he was, or at the very least, where he was scheduled to be."

Sadie Blackfoot: "Keep in mind that not only might these people impersonate others, but it is also a common practice amongst royalty to have paid decoys that look like them. A photo record may be useful in verifying where he was, and if it was indeed him."

Aerin Thomas: "Also quite possibly retreivable." He nods to Sadie. "It might take me some time, though."

Sadie Blackfoot: Nods and watches over Dawit's shoulder.

Dawit Asad Abebe [boat]: He gets up and lets Aerin have at the comp, sitting in the chair further down. "If you are correct in assuming that the Crown Prince knew of Trevor's...change of heart...then he would be careful not to publicly enter New York. He may not have announced himself to the royals, either."

Dawit Asad Bekele: (Sorry for delay. No excuse this time, other than I wanted to see if the Swiffer thing actually worked (bought one for hunny today at the market. *G*) Sorry.)

Sadie Blackfoot: Looks at Dawit. "I don't suppose you can recall if Trevor kept an aresenal somewhere accessible? One with a stockpile of silver bullets?"

Aerin Thomas: He nods. "Quite probable. Still, everyone's gotta have a flight plan. He either traveled publicly or on a private jet. And his presence would have to be accounted for somewhere, even if by decoy." He moves to sit down, cracking his knuckles, and sets to it, ignoring the search engines for now and going straight to the search for flight plans. ((Int+Computer))

Aerin Thomas: 5,4,9,2,2,8,1,

Dawit Asad Bekele: While Aerin works on the comp, he looks to Sadie. "What did you decide?"

Sadie Blackfoot: "I will keep my word to Trevor."

Dawit Asad Bekele: "So you will...remain a vassal to his line?--lines," he corrects himself.

Sadie Blackfoot: "Yes."

Dawit Asad Bekele: He considers this. Then nods. "You will remain in the United States? In New York? Or you will go to Europe with them?"

Sadie Blackfoot: "I suppose that will be up to them." Frowning.

Dawit Asad Bekele: (oh, I guess it's time to go ahuntin'. *hits pause on this scene and heads off to ST the other scene)

Aerin Thomas: ((Pauses))

Dawit Asad Bekele: http://www.wodnyc.net/chat/up01.cgi head there for smuggler fun

Sadie Blackfoot: ((pauses))

He frowns a little as he works...it's been a while since he's done something like this. He's out of practice. No time like the present...he works well under pressure.