A Hazy Shade of Winter

[Brian]

It would appear to be a somewhat rotound, friendly looking neighborhood police-officer, who is looking around, has two thumbs hooked through his belt, and is whistling aloud.

[Dracos]

Dracos slapped both sides of his face, waking himself up and putting his cheery conversational and always smiling face on and opens the door, "Heya, something amiss officer?"  He steps out, closing the door behind him.

Dracos

[Brian]

The police officer smiles at you warmly, and says, "Just thought I'd check in.  Guess you missed it in the snow last night, but you parked in a handicapped spot."  He turns his back to you and leans over the balcony railing, peering down at your car.  After a moment he turns back, and nods at you.  "As long as that's taken care of by the time I patrol back this way in about twenty minutes, we should be fine."

He nods at you again, and turns away without saying anything else.

[Dracos]

Dracos nodded. "Sorry officer, thanks for the heads up."

Dracos opened the door back up and headed inside, getting his keys and getting dressed for outside, then going and moving the car.

Heading back up he gathered up the dirty and bloodied clothes and the like that'd been uncermonially tossed around and goes to use the hotel washer.  Assuming no trouble cleaning them with some bleach and the like, he returns to the room and jostles the idiots, "Time ta get up."

Dracos

[Brian]

He whistles cheerily, moving on down the walkway.

After moving the car, you attempt to clean the clothes.  They're stained, and somewhat obviously, but it's not obvious immediately that it was blood.  The stains are darkened enough to be mistaken for paint quite easily.

[Rezantis]

"Gah."

Rez is not pleased.

"There needs to be a better way to start the day than having to get up . . . "

[Dracos]

"I could hit you with a sword."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"And then you can clean uip the mess, too."

Rez glared at the ceiling.  Evil thing

[Dracos]

"Right, you two, get dressed, we be going now.  Time for a sixteen hour driving day and any who complain is going to be paying for snacks."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Yeah, yeah . . . "

Rez gets his gear together (which is like nothing) and dials a message into his mobile.

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To: Ayame
Subject: A question.

An interesting avenue of enquiry might be to search on 'Brian Randall'.  Another member of the SRs gang, and he was fairly central to this group of SRs peoples you seem to have picked up.  He died in the incident on March 30, 2004 . . . you know, when everything hit the fan.  But since they made our files that day, well . . . call it a hunch.  And a heads-up, should you run across a connection.  And by the way, this hotel room stinks.  Do you have these problems when hunting accomodation? ;_;

--

"Anyone feel like picking up new clothes?"

[Dracos]

Dracos lead the way out to the car and put the stuff in.  He then checked out, reved up the car, and with Rez as navigator, started heading, south by southwest, aiming for well, north-west virginia or kentucky by the end of the day.

Dracos

[Brian]

Rez's phone recieves the following text message.

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From:  Ayame
Subject:  Your friend
Content:  That name matches three entries in the data file.  I'll compile a report and e-mail it to the list.

[Rezantis]

"Well, well, well."

Rez hums.

"Apparently Brian featured in this database as well."

[Dracos]

Dracos blinked, driving along, "Hmm?  Really?  Brian's alive?"

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Rez shakes his head, "I doubt it . . . I was asking because of the coincidental timing of when our files were made.  Ayame said she'll email us with the data later."