This night was set all up like a well played move on a chessboard. Four pieces running interference, while Markus went for the goal. Two positioned in the parking lot. There they started a fire and other crimes that would look like vandalism, while the other two reported them to the Hotel receptionist hoping to gain a their attention to the problem while they made their way to the basement and attempt to short out the power for awhile. But not before slipping Markus the master key card to the Hotel, then the plan was set. He knew where to go with it, his target, and was ready. The things he wore would brand him a criminal the second anyone saw him, lucky for him it was quite late, and no one was in the halls at all, not even the maids or janitors due to the little distraction outside. His all black apparel added to the night like atmosphere, that and his intentions.

To further avoid any unwanted attention, Markus took to the elevator when he got the chance. A few moments of silence and the well built metallic box planted him at the threshold of his target. Markus had heard much about this woman from her career, but what interested him, was her appeal to a nation. Something like that would be useful to a man of his political needs, so this is where had planted himself to fulfill those political needs. "All's good down here, nobody in the office reception area." One of his men chimed on a small radio on his vest. Now was the time Markus thought best to turn on his voice changer, after doing so he spoke back to his man.

"Good, maintain radio silence, and knock out the electricity for further confusion, lock up the main doors, and erase any camera footage if you find the recordings. Most importantly, get out when you can." Markus's now super low voice was now sounding through the small speaker in a pocket on his vest, keeping any trace of his true identity secret. He then slipped the key card that he held tightly in his leather gloved hands, into the door's mechanism to open it. He slipped in quickly and shut the door quietly and quick, to not let a single inch of light in any longer. Now came the time to confront this woman with an idea, hopefully he could work through his appearance, being dressed in all black military clothing, wearing a black metal mask, and the only skin being exposed was that of his arms.

The Goddess was asleep, resting after a long day's work among silk sheets and pillows. She had gone to bed early for she had to be awake for the morning worship, and the movie wirk that came after. The building was as quiet as she wished; there were people guarding it all around; the Goddess slept the sound sleep of the divine.
The bedroom was dark. No one noticed the power going out in here. There were a few scented candles flickering on a table, away from curtains and other flammable things.
When asleep, the Goddess looked surprisingly human.

Now moving swiftly and silently as possible through the hotel room, he began to take in the decor. Admiring it he spotted two large double doors. Bingo.. Markus's mind knew it had to be the bedroom. Upon further investigation he crept towards it and twisted the door handle gently and looked in through crack between the two doors. One sleeping body by what Markus made out, it had to be her of course, Markus wouldn't second guess himself on this matter. If it wasn't her he would just kindly ask where she was.

Backing away from the door now Markus slowly walked over to the dining room area and grabbed a chair hoisting it high up as to not make any noise by dragging it. Open the door now all the way quickly to not hinder it and make any noises either, Markus carefully moved in and placed the chair forward and parallel with bed. He then shut one of the double doors and sat down on the chair to face the sleeping Goddess. He then turned up the volume on the speaker for his voice changer and began to speak. "Let's talk." His low voice boomed through the silence of the dark lit room and awaited reaction from the Woman.