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[h2][b][center]Checking In[/center][/b][/h2]

[b]Ms F
Our friend’s father has been taking up permanent residence outside of Jamestown with some doctors. I will investigate further, let me know what you wish me to do.
-L
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His phone buzzed as he sent the message to the Ambassador, behind him the whimpering form of a former doctor fought against her bonds. She was selotaped up and rolling around on the ground, her mouth covered in the same tape, but that hadn’t stopped her making some noise. Enough to irritate the thief to levels where he became unnecessarily cruel.

[color=bc8dbf]“Quiet, and you had better not have led me astray, Doctor, or no one will be coming back to release you.”[/color] He had what he wanted from Dr Short, the exact location of the facility in which Rach’s Father was being kept, and all the information she could give him on security. Not much, unfortunately. People with the proper clearances pay scant attention to the protective layers around them, it seemed, which made his job a touch harder. He was nothing if not adaptable though, and he had other ‘advantages’. 

Silence pulled the door to kidnapped suburbia shut behind him and looked out over the garden for prying eyes. It was late, but a strange man walking out of the Doctor’s house in a mask would garner some attention. Lekh figured the street was probably like most others, no one gave a damn about anyone else in a place like this, no more than superficially anyway. He heard a beep from his ancient flip-phone, as he crossed the garden and onto the street, removing his mask as he made some distance. Pulling it out he glanced across the screen at the blocky text.

[b]Excellent work, send me what you have collected so far. A courier will be by shortly to pick up the documents. Send our friend's Father to LH. I believe a family reunion is in order. [/b]

The Polish criminal smiled grimly at the reply, it was smart, and cruel. His estimation of the Ambassador rose a little as he saw through the gist of her plan. Certainly, he had perhaps underestimated his supernatural associates cunning until now. If he released Michael Garth, sent him towards Lost Haven like a rocket with news of his daughter? Could he resist the urge to seek her out, to resist his demons? Of course not, he would carve a bloody path on his way toward her, and Silence knew that the collateral damage would be his fault. So be it.

The Doctor had kindly lent him her car, not that she had much choice in the matter, and as he drove it down nondescript suburban streets and out of Jamestown the night deepened. Usually, the Pole would have planned to stake out his mark for up to a week to discern important information like guard rotations, security measures and to identify potential weak spots. With this task though the secrecy of the place had necessitated a somewhat more reckless approach, and now he was running against the clock. With each passing hour, the chance of a tied-up doctor being discovered in her living room increased, and the alarm subsequently being raised. He could have killed her, it would have certainly made things easier, but he preferred not to do that unless the contrary could get him arrested or killed. In this case, he was confident that even if the worst came about, he had options. For one, he was working for the Ambassador, and he could call on her for supernatural help at will. For another, the Doctor had told him about the security measures in place at the facility, albeit in somewhat general terms. She did not know how many guards, or what they were armed with, but what she did know was that the place was built to keep dangerous test subjects inside and the odd prying member of public out. It relied on secrecy to protect itself from determined outside threats, and Silence had penetrated that vital first layer. Now it was just a question of how determined he was.

An odd flash of green in his peripheral caused him to slam the breaks on, causing his black estate to squeal and rock on the road before coming to a stop in a layby as he span around, pointing an unloaded gun at the figure on the back-seat of his car. It was a creature out of legend, some sort of green skinned little imp with gnashing teeth and a mocking smile, and it held out its greedy little hands as if expecting something.

“Ms Ambaddor sen me sen me.” The thing spoke in rushed tones that distorted half the words it spoke, and if it was nervous about the gun pointed to its head, it did not show it. Perhaps it had no idea what the weapon was. 

[color=bc8dbf] “Into the back of a moving vehicle? She and I will be having words when I return. I assume you are the courier she spoke of then?”[/color] The gun did not waver, he was gauging the creature’s response.

“Yeh yeh, ambaddor sen me, me take wordy paper, you give it, yeh?” 

[color=bc8dbf] “Yes.” [/color] The surreal nature of the conversation was not lost on the Pole, but frankly, it was better to just let the Ambassador lie. She could have here strange minions without too many questions from him, so long as it worked in his favour. Without taking his eye off the toothy little creature for a second, he popped open the dash draw and pulled out something like a dossier. It held a quick write up of what he had discovered thus far about Rach’s past, her parents, and the crimes of her Father taking precedence. He passed the papers to the little creature, which bit into them appreciatively. One of Silence’s eyebrows shot up at this strange display, and then with a poof the creature disappeared.

[color=bc8dbf]”What have I got myself into?”[/color] He queried to no one in particular as his hands went back to the wheel and he turned the keys in the ignition. The night was still young, and he had a laboratory to infiltrate.