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Robert didn't expect a text from Marcus... ever. He showed up on time, though it hurt him physically to be up so early. Maybe he hadn't even slept the night before - his hair certainly looked it. And his civilian clothes, while clean and tidy, looked mismatched and just a little silly. Jeans, a t-shirt with a bikini clad woman's chest on it, and a black biker's jacket, topped off by a pair of black sunglasses, perhaps to hide the blood-shot eyes. All that mattered was that he showed up.

When he arrived, he grumbled something about money and itches, and really, it was better off not asking.

Edith watched them arrive without comment, finally she nodded at Marcus. "You went for a good balance here." Reaching into her jacket pocket she pulled out a magazine and handed it to the Moon hunter. "How familiar are you with the guy on the cover?"

The leader nodded, "About right. He's been getting death threats and has a large charity event this evening. His normal security staff's flight has been delayed until tomorrow, so D.E.M Securities has been called in to act as body guards." She handed each of the hunters a D.E.M identification badge and windbreaker. "We aren't a household name or anything, but for those in the industry we have a name for being the best, using small, highly trained units to take care of things other security companies need armies for."

Jordan pulled the windbreaker on and clipped his badge in place, listening to what the Moon lead had to say about the mission. It seemed that Deus Ex had a lot of branches and a lot of names; that made sense, actually, with the strings they'd have to pull and the clearances they needed to get to certain places for missions. It probably also brought in money. Part of the cash flow question answered.

Robert..was a fan? Marcus just gave him a look. "Pretty sure asking for autographs is considered unprofessional."

Edith gave Robert a narrow look and then nodded at Marcus. "It's an outdoor concert. There's a celebrity section as well as a normal fan section. Mr. Pattinson will be watching for the most part, but after intermission he'll be performing. You're to maintain a professional distance that does not disrupt or draw too much attention to yourselves, but keep close enough to act on any presented dangers. Any other questions can wait, portal times can be unpredictable."

The small woman led them through a portal into a small office that opened into a hotel lobby. A male figure with a shining, glorious aura of stardom and hair product was just coming down the stairs. The air trembled with the mindless hormonal thunder of the hundreds of teenage girls waiting outside the hotel's glass doors.

"Welp," Edith began, "guess We made it right in time."

A man in a suit with an earpiece approached them, a look of relief on his face. "Great, you made it. It's like an army of rabid ferrets out there. Rabid ferrets in heat." He scrambled to hand them each an ear piece, "We tried the back exit but they've completely blocked it off."

"No problem," Edith turned to Marcus. "Escort Mr. Pattinson To the car waiting, you three will be riding with him."

Fangirls. Jordan had never seen them up close. They were terrifying.

He hooked the earpiece over his ear and put on a carefully composed expression. The roar of a thousand screaming teenagers (and more than a few housewives) was deafening. Jordan moved ahead, giving the girls his best smile and holding his hands out, projecting his voice. "Ladies, a little space please. Don't crowd; Mr. Pattinson smiles better with room to breathe."

It was sort of working; some of the girls in front of them shuffled back, staring starry-eyed at the actor. Enough room to move a few feet, at least.

Rpatz hp: 20
Distance to car: 45 feet