Rufus Jameson Motel The girl didnÂ´t seem to have a huge interest in socializing. Rufus just raised a brow and closed the door, as he looked over at the Brit. "She is right about the whole shapechanger thing. He isnÂ´t playing around a lot. He attacks on sight." The leg, he remembered the leg. It still hurt when he set it down. Probably it always would hurt when it touched the ground. there was no sense in being charming though, as the girl already was working. "So, there you got your exotic beauty, Mr. Bond." Rufus sighed and emptied his glass. Raising his brows he walked over to the backpack he had carried around. filleed with money, guns and the greatest treasure of their time . . . if rumors were true . . . or the paranoid diary of a student from Germany . . . if the brith had it right. [image=http://i.i.com.com/cnwk.1d/i/bto/20090603/Freescale01_540x304.jpg] He took the Laptop and took it from the bag, more of an envelope for it. With a push of the central button Rufus activated it and slowly walked over to Vine-Tempest again. Holding the screen he wondered if the computer was in this one of in the other part. He had little knowledge of computers, but this one was too tiny in a way. "I assume she is our only option?" Raising his brows he asked and then sighed, slowly approaching the woman. "Could you stop checking your mails for a second please and help us save the world?" Tag: Winged, LordT ooc: Fin that was it, right? The laptop? I was pretty sure that was the model.