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[Those who know Chekov might find his behavior this weekend peculiar by virtue of the fact that he seems to have disappeared. He's not tinkering with various "projects" in the living room, working at City Solutions, out running, or popping in on various acquaintances. Maybe it's time to try sending a message...]

[action; closed to Korra]

[In truth, Chekov has been busy planning. Those gaps in his memory have been something of a concern and, after nearly a day of navigating and hacking his way into various servers in the City, he knows the cause.

Korra has little to do with it, but she seems to be the only person his target has any attachments to (aside from the cat, perhaps, but a virus should be taking care of that). Chekov already has what should be enough to keep his target in line long enough for him to get what he wants; Korra is just insurance. When hopelessly outmatched by an opponent on a physical level, a little extra leverage is a necessity.

Midday on Sunday, Chekov walks up to Korra's apartment. They're friends; he doesn't need to complicate this with subterfuge. She should be home alone, he has checked to ensure that Naga isn't present, and she won't have any reason to suspect that he has a hypospray loaded with a neuromuscular-blocking drug on his person.

He knocks on the door.]

[private message to Hei // unhackable]

Li, Hei, BK-201. I know who you are and I am prepared to make my knowledge public if you fail to meet my demand, which I will share in person. I will give you until 20:00 to find me.

[Short and anonymous, but Hei will find it ridiculously easy to trace this message to a location in one of the City's more ominous areas, full of conveniently abandoned buildings.]

[ooc: Morality reversal curse! Chekov has an agenda and may not be amused by calls; feel free to contact him anyway.]

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[Korra's just woken up -- her job has altered her sleeping schedule quite a bit. She's pulling on her jeans when she hears the knock on the door.]

Just a minute!

[She pulls on her mustache shirt, slips on Chekov's necklace, and trudges to the front door, stretching. She smiles when she opens the door.]

Hey Chekov!

[ Easily traced message. Which can only mean it's a set-up. Determining the reason behind Pavel's bombshell isn't difficult; not when the weekend, Mao's condition, and past actions Hei undertook to silence the younger man are taken into account. Unpredictability is a mainstay and Hei has learnt to live with it. More than that. To bend and wield it to his advantage. ]

[ Still. It's a damn shame. He can already feel that part of him that was relaxing, softening to friendliness, shattering to pieces. Crunch. Microscopic dust. It doesn't matter how much Pavel knows. He's already gone too far. Right now this is just another snag. Ready to be sliced off. ]

[ He triangulates Pavel -- or the Device's -- location to an empty warehouse. (Why is it always a warehouse? Screams and gunshots aren't muffled in those buildings -- they echo hideously.) Without Yin's specter to provide infiltration and recco, Hei determines the floor plans and layout himself before compromising the territory. He disables the external fuse box and the alarm system in less than seven seconds. (The D-mark boxes are always a few feet outside the building itself; all it takes is a wire-cutter to slice a line and kill the alarm). He wonders if the building has back-up power. He wonders if Pavel has foreseen this tactic and taken preventive measures. He wonders how thoroughly the younger man is cursed -- and how different he'll be. ]

[ (He wonders why he thought he could be free of cryptonyms, subterfuge and threats, when they're all but tattooed into his DNA by now.) ]

[ Masked, armed, he slinks in the dark, just another shadow. On watch for his acquaintance-turned-liability. ]

Hey, Pavel. It's Lucy. I'm bored today and not cursed. How's the weekend going for you?

[By the number of people cursed with different things, Lucy has already determined it's one of those weekends.

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