The Seaside Conspiracy [SCHEME]

After getting there and opening the door, Azoth had assumed her troubles of entering the room would be over. Normally that’s all it took to enter a room: get there, open the door, go in. The floor disagreed. Azoth had to quickly cling to the doorknob to avoid falling as the floor crumbled beneath her. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared down at what would’ve been a good ten foot drop to the linoleum of the floor below. Quickly, she made a sheet of light plastic cover the gap and set herself down on the now more solid footing. That had been close, as well as entirely unexpected; she didn’t see anyone around her who would be attacking her. Was it someone who could target remotely, without having their quarry in their sights?

Things had suddenly become more urgent. She now had to be prepared to be attacked, while also gathering the information and getting out as quickly as possible. Nothing could ever be so simple as “take things from the unpowered”, could it? Always there was someone to complicate things.

Azoth paced quickly into the room and unceremoniously began to remove the locks on and fling open the filing cabinets. Chunks began to appear in the papers; large swaths cut into the pages and folders. She was scanning for anything, any mention of Seaside, and as soon as she was sure the paper had little or nothing to do with it, she moved on. This was leaving hundred of case files, classified reports, and other things the city needed to keep but didn’t want the public to see half eaten, as though a hoard of very geometrically-minded termites had swarmed the place.

As soon as he saw the person in front of him split into two, a man and a woman, he could already tell what they were planning. Before he could get himself ready to fight back, another super appeared behind them sent one of them flying with just a wave of his hand. Unsure of what this new super is here for, but at the very least he’s a good distraction for him to quickly run pass them, so he took that opportunity to get to the archive.

Once he got to the door that was supposed to be block, he noticed the bookshelf was topped over, and he can see a familiar Keeper before him, trying her best to hold back the bookshelf falling on top of her.

“You know, Azoth,” he said to her as he returned back to his form, “if this is how you Keepers do their re-con mission, it’s a wonder how you managed to remain in the shadow from the public all this time.”

While Azoth is busy with her thing, Anonymous simply walked in and looked at one of the shelf that remained standing. Obviously Azoth doesn’t know how people organized the files in this mess; otherwise she would’ve found the information without turning the room upside-down. Good thing that Anonymous was used to how people put importance information with his multiple time sneaking in the news station. After some time looking over the title of the file, he picked out the one file that got the information he need and put it in his coat. Ensure that it is secure, he turned to Azoth with a wicked smile on his face:

“Tell your friend I said thanks for helping me. And if you want a share of this information as well, maybe I’ll be nice, but not here, and obviously not without something to trade in return. I’ll see you at our Happy place, kiddo.”

With that, Anonymous waved good-bye and walked out the room, quickly blend in with the evacuation crowd. Once he’s outside, he got back to the janitor’s van to return the card. After all, a promise is a promise, even if the person was out-cold.
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(taking option 3)

Apparently the floor was the least of her worries. Azoth had to momentarily stop the destruction of the files in order to deal with her own tactic being thrown back at her. Slices appeared in the bookcases that threatened to flatten her, breaking them apart so they landed harmlessly in neatly cut chunks around her. Her own mess in the main archive was not enough to keep everyone out, it seemed. She was not surprised, however, to find the person who had made it here was none other than Anonymous. Five steps behind her, as before, but here. That was more than could be said for whoever else was here.

It was not a bad thing he had come. Indeed, as she picked back up where she’d left off with her work, she watched him do his own information gathering out of the corner of her eye. She didn’t bother with the cabinet he’d taken an interest in. Instead, she waited until he’d drawn a particular folder from it and placed it in his coat.

Azoth made her move. She dropped all the information that had been going through her mind from the other files and shifted her attention immediately to the folder in Anonymous's coat. For just a moment his jacket would lighten, but the weight would return as quickly as it went. If he checked, the folder would be exactly as it was, exactly where he’d placed it. With any luck, if he did notice, he’d blame it on another shift in the floor or his coat settling. Azoth was glad that, of all the aspects of her powers to grow, her speed in pulling off such a maneuver had been the thing to do so.

Azoth had not moved an inch while this had happened. Innocently, she went back to digging through the files with her powers. “Don’t talk to me.” She replied without inflection. She wasn’t trying to be rude; this was her automatic response to anyone who tried to interact with her while her mind was busy. Only once she heard his footsteps disappear in the distance did she stop.

Her stance relaxed. Azoth held out her hand and closed her eyes, and, forming from the bottom up, a folder appeared in her hand. It was an exact duplicate to the one Anonymous had grabbed, down to the last controversial detail. A wide grin came to her lips. “Sorry, Anonymous, you’re not going to one-up me that easily.” She said quietly to herself.

Her work done, Azoth made a makeshift door in the wall, surrounded herself with fog, and took her quiet leave.