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[kv]

Well then, let's go and see the dojo.

[kv]

*drives to the dojo, skipping the visit to Sam's doctor friend*

The Dojo is inside a corperate enclave. there is a dumpy looking security guard sleeping inside a booth. there is a notice on the gate that states that the enclave is only open from 9AM to 9PM to the public.

[Ingo Monk]

(OOC)
Deng, I'm not making much progress.

I'll try to sneak across the yard and into the next one.  If the dog barks I'll throw the bar at his paws and bolt into the next yard (and into the next one if nothing's there, distance myself from the bark same like before).


(/OOC)

Nice doggie... nice doggie... quiet doggie... "BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!!"WHOA! Loud bad doggie! with big teeth! and... er... no chain! you huck your energy bar at the dog, and it hits it square in the face with little to no effect (although you secretly hope that the ginsing will burn in it's eyes a little bit) wait... strike that... it's looking even more angry now. time is slowing down as the dog that's almost 3/4 of your size Jumps at your throat... <New Inititive><Pass 12> your turn.

[kv]

What time is it right now?

"Well, looks like we can't walk in the front door. You want to try your Doc friend? Or should we wait until we hear back from Ruski?"

About 6AM

[mercy]

might as well check with Doc

[kv]

We'll drive to see the Doc. See what favors Sam can call in with him, hopefully we can get to someone who knows the Corp underworld.

Okay, you arrive back at the Doc's place. the snowmobiles seem to have 'liberated' themselves.

[mercy]

looks arounds for doc

The doctor is sleeping off what smells to be a whole keg of the cheapest liquor you could buy. he's lieing in the corner. it looks like he's not sleeping well, and that he's thrown up on himself several times. you think perhaps he had some hotdogs somewhere last night as well.

[mercy]

um jazz we might as well grab some breakfest doc is still a little under thhe weather

[Ingo Monk]

(OOC)
YIKES!  I'll flip the dog end-over-end (hopefully disorienting it) over me (with half combat pool) and bolt to the next yard.
Move move move!
(/OOC)

You throw half your combat pool into the rolling attack<Serious Wound> Doing the most awsome John-Wu style verticle roundhouse kick ever to grace this backyard, you fluidly transfer the forward motion of the dog into a slightly larger overhead arc an arc much like it was originally throwing it's self into, with the noteable exception that some of it's ribs are not as intact as before, and it's landing place; instead of being someplace close to your throat, is someplace close to the kitchen, you should note that particular location is through the slideing glass door on the back poarch of this yard.  you take that as your que to exit, stage left even. You jump over this next wall one handed again (this addrenalin stuff is really cool. you should find a way to sell it) the next yard has a nice gazabo that you don't even pay attention to. the one following that, contains a garden patch thats looking a little worse for wear with the snow, and the one after than is full of what appears to be gopher holes halfway concealed by the snow. this is the last house on the street. the following block wall leads out into the street. as you stop to hunch over and catch your breath you notice that there are bloody hand prints on your pants. your hands are a little torn up, but they are so numb from the cold and the stress that you can't even feel them.

[Ingo Monk]

(OOC)
Drek, that means I left bloody handprints on the fences behind me.  I take a second to glance back to see if this is true.

I'll peek over the fence.  Which way do I need to go from here?  If the coast is clear I'll start making my way there.

(/OOC)

Uh... it's hard to tell without going back and looking carefully. *shrug* perhaps it'll be hard for the guards to see as well... you can't see them from here at any rate. you take half a second to get your bearings, and by your best guess you have to cross this street to the house that is dirrectly accrost of it, go through that guy's back yard to the back yard behind that one, cross another street (or just jam down the normal street for that terifying streach) then you'll be on the same street and side as the house you are looking for.

[kv]

Fine. Let's find a Stuffer Shack, buy some soyburritos and a cup of SoyCaf for the Doc. Maybe another one for me. This hangover isn't going anywhere...


as you are waiting in line to pay for your soycaf your phone rings. Ruski has sent you a list of addresses for places that the target has used his credit cards in the past three weeks.

Texas Mail-Order computer surplus {address in texas, shipped to his home address}
DoJo fees (Dojo location address)
Mr. Lee's Karate Shop [supply shop next door to dojo]
pizza-pallace [location ten minutes from his home address]
exxon-valdease gas shop [location between home and work]
kombat kab [paid for over a payphone infront of a club between work and home]
stuffer shack delux [upscale stuffer shack near work]
du-hast-dirt dry cleaners [located in a strip mall near home]
city water and power [paid from home address]
supa-fly-cell [paid from home address]
pay-per-view-events boxing [paid from home address]
econo-monkey-lube [address near home]
star-soy-bux (multiple entries) [address near work]
frank's big trash pickup [paid for from home]
type 'R' import race shop [location in seattle, paid for from home online]
radio-hut (multiple entries) [location near work]

most recent is a cred/check that took place on this street location [location] made by a cop for speeding last night. no citation was issued, but the car was checked, and the credit score verified. it's about five miles away from his work.

[Ingo Monk]

(OOC)
How long is the stretch?
Do I have dress shoes or tennis/running shoes?
(/OOC)


Your shoes are of the 'matching your suit' dress variety,... however, the have become, much like your suit, a little ruffed up over the course of events you have experienced.
it's about 20 yards from this backyard to the next back yard, or if you wanted to go the distance, it's a decent 100 yard dash from this backyard, accrost the street, down the street, accrost another street, and into the back yard of the side of the street you are suppose to be at.

[mercy]

sounds like a plan

[kv]

I'll stay in line, pay for the soycaf and something for me to eat (I'm still fighting a wicked hangover), and when I get done, I'll show the list to Sam.

econo-monkey-lube [address near home] I like the look of this one. It's not connected to the Corp in any way, so if he doesn't have the Corp hookup anymore, it's going to be one of his last resources.

star-soy-bux (multiple entries) [address near work]This one probably not. Maybe we can run his picture by them and see if they've seen him.

type 'R' import race shop [location in seattle, paid for from home online] We can check this one out too. Wasn't he in a car club? Maybe they know something about it.

radio-hut (multiple entries) [location near work] Maybe run his picture here too, see if they've seen him.

[mercy]

I would guess the lube shop and race shop being as you said he was in a raceing club so figure was probly tight with someone there
might be better off tho to stake them out