The Phoenix lights a cig, and feigns stretching her legs and working the kinks out of her neck, as she casts brief surreptitious glances at the entryway of the Heron. Inside the car, Hopeless rolls down his window so that he can peak around in the astral, and immediately wishes that he hadn't. The heavy construction and mess of meta-humanity in this part of Dallas is stifling. Sararimen, gambling addicts, and the occasional over-worked hotel staffer getting off a double make him depressed just looking at their auras. It doesn't help that practically as soon as he rolls the windows down, the din of merengue blasting from the party buses is overwhelmed by the quick whoosh of a mag train. At least no one seems particularly interested in their car, or its inhabitants.
A passing drone whizzes by overhead, broadcasting the evening's nightclub act in the Heron's bar a jazz combo called NeuBleu. The advert reads, "Clean liquor, dirty girls."
Phoenix plays it cool, and ashes her cig with a quick flick of her middle finger, but she's caught sight of their quarry. About ten meters out from the main doors of the Heron, there stands Minami, talking on his link. The Phoenix turns around to rest her hands on the hood of her Shin-Hyung for a second, and catches a brightly lit window for the boutique she happened to park next to, and it just so happens to have a great reflection of the Heron's entrance. She sees an Americar pull up, Minami palm his link, says something, and the car pulls away, then turns into the parking garage. Minami quickly finishes he comm call, gives his droopy eye a lazy scratch and disappears inside the hotel's main entrance.