Tenzin had an absent air during the last phase of the words war that was going on over the elegant desk in the center of the room. That lady, Silk, with apparent coolness and professionalism, had managed to get from the smoking J the amount required to engage himself in this run, and negotiations had not yet completed, so that it looked like things could still go even better in the economic aspect.
A single word took him out from his state of absorption. Polynesia. From his academic training at the monastery, he recalled that Polynesia is a group of islands located in the middle of the South Pacific, not far from the Australian east coast. Remote lands where magic was powerful, unpredictable and capricious, mistress of everyone and everything that stood in the landscape. Ancient words of his master returned to his mind...mana storms...had known and faced that kind of ancient power in the cloud that enveloped Tibet, and it isn't precisely the experience that someone is willing to repeat...
The encounter could terminate, and all members of the group were leaving the booth, and headed to some high tables near the bar. Tenzin waited until everyone had left the room, leaning on the same site where he had been throughout the reunion; then, he nodded slightly in the direction of Mr. J as a sign of respect, and followed in the footsteps of others, along the lighted Inferno's dance floor, where dozens of metahuman bodies dressed in the latest fashion were vibrating under the thundering tribal rhythms that echoed in the local.
Mana storms, creatures that should not be on the face of the Earth and a corporation playing God and bringing them back to the planet...and on top of that, corporation seemed to be Aztechnology. Never had anything to do with them, and would have preferred that things continue that way. Not just the enemy that you want to be after yout butt when you get up every morning....This would not be just a rose garden, but the numbers were dizzying, and immediately will alleviate his financial difficulties
Reached the group when they were handing out some drinks that someone had requested; he did get a bottle of water, as fashionable as the room itself, and lifted her to participate in the toast proposed by the architect of the successful negotiations.
@Channel -- Relatively short time in Seattle, so I can not recommend any particular site where we can meet tomorrow; certainly I can't speak too well about mock food being served at the Panama Motel, where I stay, just a few blocks from here. You can find me there, or PM me indicating place and time for appointment
