You move away from the dark office building and follow the instructions given to you.  The City is more active as you get closer and then finally enter inside the zone of silence.

You dodge some cars and cross the street toward the designated building.  It is lit up with boisterous activity inside.  Looks like a party of some kind.  A muscled, well-dressed bouncer stands at the front entrance.  He looks at you suspiciously for a moment before saying, "Are you the caterers or the performers?"

You notice the couple of guests you can see inside are dressed in costume like a masquerade ball.  But this is definitely the right address to meet Jaguar.

Screed thinks for a moment and says, "Oh, we are definitely the entertainment.  I didn't bring any food, so I am going to have to go with performing."  He gives his best smile and waits for his reaction.

The bouncer looks at Screed skeptically.  "What manner of entertainment are you?"  He reaches over to grap a list on a podium by the door.
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Screed scowls inwardly, and replies quickly when he sees the man going for the list, "We're the minglers.  We're here to make sure the people are having a good time.  We talk, we keep the drinks flowing, we keep the party going in the right direction."  And he lowers his voice conspiratorily, "We report back any suspicious activity.  The boss thought it was important tonight for some reason."

After checking her earpiece and subvocal microphone, Rabbit walks past the front door looking for alternative points of entry and exit. A delivery truck service entrance or parking garage would be nice. Something the real caterers and hired help would use.

The bouncer sees Rabbit walking around the building.  "She's got it right.  Caterers and entertainers go in the back entrance."

Screed shrugs and walks, following Rabbit.

Around the back, you see a delivery truck loading food onto trays that are being rolled into the building.  No one seems to be paying much attention, a they are all hired help back here.

 Cala moves toward the front of the group as they walk, falling just behind Rabbit.

After unscrewing the silencer on the rifle and stowing both completely inside the gym bag, Rabbit heads straight for the back door of the building falling in line with the food carts being wheeled in. When she and Cala reach the watchman, if there is any, she drapes her arm around the shoulder of the shorter woman and flashes security a momentary faux smile followed immediately by a bland and bored look. She jerks her thumb at the elegant Screed, "We're with him."

 Cala shoots a glance at Rabbit, her face still holding her slight, seemingly perpetual scowl.

Screed follows and keeps his eyes open.

Shadow follows the crowd of his comrades towards the rear of the building.

Dracos tightens the jacket around his body, smelling the scent of trap and not enjoying being guided right into it...

Jade keeps her cool and follows behind Screed.  "How do we find this Jaguar in a party full of people?" she asks the others as they enter.

Screed offers, "Well, it's a costume party.  Maybe we should look for a jaguar?"

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Screed looks around as they enter.  He tries to pick up and hor's douvres or two as he looks around.

You start to look around a bit, starting by looking out the kitchen window into the party area.  Everyone is wearing masks and talking.  It is obviously a formal party.

Then you see someone with a jaguar mask.  He appears to be looking around uncomfortably.  Unfortunately, there are many partygoers between you and the man.
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Screed starts looking around in this back area fro supplies.  He scrounges a few bits together, and says, "I'm going to try and make a mask to go out there and get him in here."

Dracos grins and looks to Screed, "I was thinking the same thing. I can help with manipulating the Code of a few of these items as well..."

Screed looks up and says with a surprised smile, "Really?  What can you do?  And what will it do in this so-called zone?"  He is busy putting his items together.

"Well... if you need something bent, broken, or made weaker, I can help you out there. The thing is, it does have the habbit of attracting Mister and Mister Black...like every five times..." he rubs the back of his neck, using the other hand to toss Screed another item.

Jade says, "I'd suggest you do it, unless you want me to lure in a guest, bash him over the head, and steal his costume."

 "I could do that," Cala says, without the slightest bit of humor in her voice.

"Or maybe we just wave at him through the window in the door and see if we get his attention."

"Maybe just go tell him he has a phone call?"

Rabbit suggests, "Tip one of the cocktail waitresses to take him a message. And hope he's the right one."

She fades into the background and asks one of the servers, "I'm a call in. Where's the locker room?"

Jade stops a waitress and says, "Can you please tell that man his party is here to see him?"  She says to the others, "That should solve it."

Screed continues with his preperations, just in case.

The waitress gives you all a puzzled look, seeing as how you're dressed so differently from the others.  Nevertheless, Screed flashes her a smile and she leaves.

You watch through the window as she tells the man in the jaguar mask about you and points in your direction.  He looks about nervously and then starts to walk towards you.

As he approaches, you see something behind him -- two figures.  Their faces are also wearing masks, but they both appear to watch the jaguar man leave the party area.  What is a bit strange about these two figures is that they are wearing suits.

The man removes the mask when he enters the kitchen.  "Back here," he says, urging the party toward a back room.  "You're late."

Dracos enters the backroom, spins around and unholsters his pistols. Levying them on the doorway, the teen rolls his neck.

"Were those goons yours?" he casts the Jaguar, a sidelong glance.

Screed tosses his half-made mask in a garbage can as he follows.  He gives a false exhasperated sigh as he says, "Not you, too.  Then one who sent us talked about how were late also.  Don't worry, though, we're here and we're prepared.  That's what matters."  He tries to keep the fellow calm while trying to seem... human.  "What my friend means is, are you alone?  My friends will make sure that you are safe at all times and will do what is necessary."

Screed's talking seems to have a very calming affect on the man.  He says, "I came alone.  Why?  Am I being followed?  The Merovingians..."  He stops.  "Lock the door.  We don't have much time.  Did you see anyone following me?  Was it the Merovingians or was it an Exile?  Were they carrying weapons?"  He seems to be worried, yet calm now.

Screed tries to steer the jaguar, "Let us worry about any others.  We need to get our business concluded so as to limit any unnecessary exposure.  So, pray, please begin."  He gives nods to the others to make sure they are ready and make sure they do what they think they need to do.

He nods to Rabbit, as he kicks the door shut and locks it. Pulling out his phone, he dials the operator, "Operator, we are being followed, can you make out what they are? Two men in three-pieces and masks. They started out behind our contact."

 Cala moves over next to the door and leans against the wall, preparing to attack anyone that should enter unexpectedly.

Rabbit nods back at Dracos and withdraws behind cover towards the loading dock, while maintaining a position from which she can watch events from outside the back room. She notes the location of the pantry and the kitchen's stock of cooking oil. She relaxes her grip on the M16 to ready an M34 still concealed in the gym bag.

As Dracos pulls out his phone, Screed reaches out to grab his hand.  He says, "No phones.  Not yet.  We really don't want to alert them just yet that we are here.  Remember everyone, we are still in the zone of silence.  Everything we do might get us noticed and we still have another meet to make.  Isn't that right?"  He finishes by asking the Jaguar.

He slips the phone back into his pocket and nods, "Jumped straight into battle mode... how do we get out of here Jaguar?"