A Prestigious Meeting [All Prestige Encouraged]

Juliet and Peter walked through the night, wearing the Fringe colors of blacks and greys. Juliet stopped at the back door of the warehouse Amory told her about and knocked sharply, twice.

"Excuse me." She said clearly. "I'm Juliet Lawson, from Fringe, with Peter Queens."

Nikki Wong, being a more recent addition to the Prestige, didn't feel she was authorized to speak (though if she could, she'd probably speak on Fringe's behalf). She stood for the Prestige Anthem (she was more than a bit less impressed than Malcom on the wording. One false syllable and they'd be sent off to the Capitol tongue-less). She said it, however.

She had been expecting some new allies, though the choice of Fringe was something of a surprise. Last she'd checked, they didn't have the manpower, budget or weaponry to attack anyone. But maybe that was the point. Get an ally that couldn't betray you just yet.

On'ri, the man who'd recruited her, stood and spoke, bringing some interesting, and worrisome, points up. Fringe had allied with the Uprising, a group of rebellious Wanderers. An interesting choice, certainly, but a problematic one for Prestige. If Fringe helped the Uprising in a battle, would the Prestige be obligated to help?

A sharp knock came from the door, and Nikki blinked. A cool, commanding voice said softly, "Excuse me. I'm Juliet Lawson, from Fringe, with Peter Queens."

Juliet Lawson. The Head of Fringe, with the ex-Untouchable Peter Queens. Nikki had heard of Peter. He'd once been an assistant to the middle Gould, Donovan, before leaving the Untouchables because of Donovan's megalomania. She wondered if Amory would be okay with letting them in, before getting up and walking over to the door.

"Password?" She asked.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other side of the door, and Nikki imagined the two Fringies sharing confused looks.

"Password?" Lawson's voice came from the other side of the door.

"Yes. Password." Nikki repeated.

"We didn't get any password." A man's voice said, deep and sharp and irritated.

"Sorry, then. Can't let you in." Nikki was trying very hard not to laugh.

"Woman, let us in!" Peter snapped. "It's cold!" Nikki turned to the rest of the Prestige, smiling slightly.

"Oh, they sound like a barrel of laughs." She said sarcastically.

Juliet complied meekly to the patdown, but Peter looked irritated. She shot him a look. She'd brought him because he was, generally, cool in these types of situations, and he was quick on his feet. Not known for his brawn (Not that he couldn't fight. Far from it.), but his brains. He knew more about these things.

After the patdown, Peter ended up sandwiched between Nikki and Juliet, which Juliet next to Allen and Peter. Peter, as Juliet had impressed on him, remained respectfully silent, and Juliet waited politely for Amory to indicate whether or not she was allowed to say anything. This was a Prestige meeting, after all, and she had no authority here.