OOC: Pan up once and left once (twice will put it closer to center), and you can see my house from there!
-==IC: Regulus==-
As Regulus looked over the CIA data on Hikari, he overheard Jarvis and the squad leader chatting over the radio.
"So, Jarv, where to now?"
"I'm not sure, General, we have to get our affairs in order. We've just gotten out of CIA custody after all, it'll take time to get rid of all the bugs they undoubtedly planted, and see how much of our stuff they've tampered with. Where would you recommend."
"..."
"...General?"
"...Strap in, boys, we're going to Disneyland!" The men of the strike team cheered, while Regulus just rolled his eyes. California. A bit out of his way, but then again, as he had no business there, his enemies would have no reason to target him there. It would be a good place to plan and reassess. "Very well, General. Jarvis, I presume the private jet is fueled and waiting for us here?"
"It is."
"Excellent. Prepare for immediate departure. We should be in California in just a couple of hours."
==Six hours later...==
It was just after one in the morning, local time, and for once the city of Anaheim was restfully quiet.
No chance of that tomorrow, he thought irritably. General Carter had wanted to stay in one of the actual Disney hotels, but both he and Jarvis had decided to book rooms at a Best Western instead so as to attract less attention. Upon seeing the size of the suite, Regulus began to have second thoughts.
Perhaps General Carter's idea would have been better after all. He would make do. "I need to go get some fresh air, be right back." Walking down to the lobby, he decided to play the part of a tired businessman, and picked up a cup of complimentary coffee in the stereotypical styrofoam cup and the day's newspaper. He already knew all the news from his own digital feeds, but the paper allowed him to appear to read while actually watching the people around him.
I don't get to people-watch much these days, I'm sure my infiltration skills have suffered for it. I'm fortunate this host enjoyed theatre before I joined him. He scanned the lobby, his host's artists' eye picking up those who appeared to be out of the ordinary...
OOC: Assume you're at the BW Plus Park Place? Rich symbiote=expensive tastes?
