#Omega
After a short stop at a drug store, the group are once again outside the grocer's, armed with the opiates to spike the water supply. "How're you planning to distract 'em?" The tiger asks offhandedly.
Looking around, Natasha sees a few things of interest, most interesting of all being a stall selling weapons and armor. From behind a corner, she begins to hear voices, like those one would expect to hear at a regular market.
Beyond the aura it emits, Kelly can't feel anything specific from the idol, but as she touches it, the clay begins to remold and remake itself, the face shifting and the curves growing more pronounced, until she realises that she's looking down at an idol of herself, the same beauty, and the same seductive smile.
Examining the busty older woman, Dylan gets the sense that she isn't being manipulated or controlled. Her demeanor is entirely different from the ditsy and slightly slutty milf he met on the plane. She seems more professional, now, and radiates danger where before she appeared harmless. "Fancy meeting you here." She advances.
"Then I need you to obey my orders. We can't make our move yet - the other men don't see Layla like I do, so they'll view any acts against her as being against our masters, and react as such. For now, I need you to get close to them, to make them comfortable enough to talk freely around you."
Unscrewing the lid on a container of salt, Taia begins to draw a circle on the wooden floor of the hotel room. "Stand in the middle of this, and begin to chant these words:" She gives Miriam a phrase in some ancient tongue.
"Young man." Louisa says sternly. "Have you forgotten who taught you? I am a senior agent."
Taking the spear, she hears a voice answer. "A fine piece... What are you willing to pay?" The voice sounds like it's right behind her, whispering in her ear, but when she turns around, there's nothing there but her companions.
The group finds a position not far from the store.
"How...?" Kelly questioned in a half whisper to no one.
