CanadienneBacon
Explorer
"A'ight. 10 pm manana." The kid moved back to huddling in the brownstone doorway, his eyes scanning the street for other early morning passers by.
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KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
Feral continued on his way, doing a circuit around the block to get back to the batcave.
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
Feral made his way back to the bat cave, only to find a strange vehicle parked in the hind lot by the fellowship hall. A white Prius was parked out back. The lights were on in the fellowship hall.
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KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
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CanadienneBacon
Explorer
The car has California license plates.
KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
Feral takes a peek in the car without touching it (don't want to set off a car alarm).
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
Nothing. The interior of the car is clean.
KirayaTiDrekan
Adventurer
Just to play things safe, Feral heads around to the back and goes in that way, staying quiet.
CanadienneBacon
Explorer
The Prius was parked out back, so it was short jaunt for Feral to cover the ground from the car to the fellowship hall door. Inside the church, a blast of warm air greeting Feral. It was damned cold outside this morning; Feral'd seen the digital billboard on a bank showing -12 Fahrenheit. Just inside the fellowship hall, Feral spotted Cyril near a tall white dude wearing jeans and a North Face jacket. Otter was there, too...from the look of the chewed-up knife in her hand, she'd been into something.
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Keihn tiredly called from his perch in the kitchen, "What now?" He got up and came to the entryway separating the kitchen and fellowship hall, then snorted. "Bukowski, meet Death Otter. Death Otter, Professor Charles Bukowski, IU. Judging by the state of that knife, Charles, she's either flayed someone or laid waste to your specimen. The former, I hope?" Keihn smiled. It wasn't pretty.
Death Otter returned the smile. "Well, the night's young," she replied.
Then she went over and washed the knife off in the sink.
"So you're the guys Garvey sent, right? What's in the case?"
The water shut off, and she went to start rummaging through the cabinets for something ceramic...big enough to hold the volume of acid she saw come out of one of those sacs.
Death Otter returned the smile. "Well, the night's young," she replied.
Then she went over and washed the knife off in the sink.
"So you're the guys Garvey sent, right? What's in the case?"
The water shut off, and she went to start rummaging through the cabinets for something ceramic...big enough to hold the volume of acid she saw come out of one of those sacs.
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