Due to various portal issues, Cara had gotten in late enough the night before that halfway to the hotel, she'd turned and headed for Cara Mason's converted warehouse loft (that also served as a secret lair) instead, and it was there that she now awoke, stretching luxuriously for the sake of the cameras as she pulled on a tasteful-yet-sexy (also expensive) nightshirt.

She settled in at her computer, going to the folders full of research on potential marks. She'd take this town for all it was worth, and this then... No, she wouldn't, couldn't think of that, not now. She had to keep her eyes on the prize and not get lost in memories of her mysterious, painful, and ill-defined past.

[Open, because what's the point of a secret lair if no-one knows where it is?]

After her unpleasant surprise yesterday, Cara had not been particularly shocked to find the journey book on her doorstep this morning, or when the message telling her to come here had appeared in it earlier that evening.

She looked over the building as she approached, for all its apparent decrepitude the walls were solid and looked thick enough to muffle most sounds. As blatantly obvious traps went, a blind man could see this one coming, yet here she was, walking into it with her eyes wide open.

She paused in the doorway, hand on an agiel, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. "What do you want, Rahl?"

[ooc: for two. Where she is, and who's she's meeting okay for broadcast, the rest not so much.]