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Post by Sapphicat on Jun 9, 2006 5:56:13 GMT
Damn it, that figures.
He drums his fingers on his desk, considering his options. While he's thinking he steals a glance at the monitor devoted solely to the various places he set up cameras in, not all of them relevant to any sort of investigation, unless that investigation involves the female anatomy.
He pulls up a map of the area around the shipping company's place and tries to work out the quickest route there and back. Just to stall actually leaving again, he tries to find more information on the other names with the report.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 9, 2006 13:01:29 GMT
The other names don't yield much; one of them's just an agent for the freight company in Romania, the other seems to be a personal friend of Nicholai, whether that means "member of the same organisation" or not is unclear.
The company has a warehouse and office on a business estate a few miles out of the Big Easy. You probably have the time to make it tonight, without too much problem, but it might be pushing the time till dawn a bit close.
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Post by Sapphicat on Jun 9, 2006 16:49:25 GMT
"Ah, hell."
Pushing himself up from the computer, Luke grabs his sunglasses, lockpicks, and whatever else strikes him as useful before walking out. He checks his watch as he hurries out of the chamber. He can make it.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 10, 2006 17:42:04 GMT
You grab your gear, and head out, up to street level, emerging unseen, through an alley manhole.
How are you going to travel out there?
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Post by Sapphicat on Jun 11, 2006 16:57:14 GMT
Luke checks his watch, and once again he wishes he bothered to at least purchased at least a crappy car while he was alive. After dropping the Obfuscate and walking a little bit further he hails a cab.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 11, 2006 20:50:19 GMT
About twenty minutes later, the cab drops you at the edge of the industrial estate, in sight of your targeted warehouse and office. Whether it's open or not is another matter, but one that may prove irrelevant.
It's about an hour and a half before sunrise; you should be able to get back pretty sharpish.
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Post by Sapphicat on Jun 11, 2006 22:21:16 GMT
When the cab is away, Luke hides himself from sight once more (Obfuscate 3) and makes his way to the office.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 13, 2006 14:51:16 GMT
You approach the office. While there is no sign of life or activity, you think you can see a light coming through one of the windows in the office.
As you get closer, you see an "open" sign on the door.
Who the hell is open at this hour?
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Post by Sapphicat on Jun 13, 2006 17:34:22 GMT
He slows his pace and creeps closer, trying to see if he can make out anyone inside.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 16, 2006 10:12:10 GMT
From the outside, there's no window through which you can get a good look at the office. The window through which you can see the light is hazed, and above the door; far from practical for looking in.
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Post by Sapphicat on Jun 16, 2006 16:22:33 GMT
With a few silent curses, Luke knocks on the door. Lightly.
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 18, 2006 10:34:57 GMT
After a few seconds, the door opens slightly. You see a face, just out of sight, in the shadows, and you know it's watching you. You see the door is held by a chain on the inside, stopping it opening any further.
A clear voice comes from behind the door.
"How can i help you?"
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Post by Sapphicat on Jun 18, 2006 16:30:52 GMT
After another silent curse, Luke reminds himself he doesn't have time to fuck around.
"I'm looking for information on something."
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Post by Storyteller on Jun 21, 2006 17:33:41 GMT
"Well, you've come to the right place. What is it that you need? I'm sure i can find it for you."
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Post by Sapphicat on Jun 21, 2006 18:02:18 GMT
He looks as though he's embarrassed to be asking about it, which is more or less the case anyway. "I was trying to find info a recent shipment from Romania. It's... Well, it's hard to explain."
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