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	Tzar watched the silver cruz pull up to the curb, he counted 7 seconds and the cook stepped out, just like he always does. He locked the car and pulled the door twice to check if it were locked, he would do the same for the store front door. The cook walked to the store front door and pulled twice as expected. Leaving it locked he walked around to the ally only 5 of his strides away and headed down the ally for about 8 paces, turns and hits the lock button on he keyfob for his car to triple check that it is locked then continues toward the service door. Tzar tugged on his hood and dabbed the face paint to make sure his camouflage was set. He watched the cook walk right up to the door and punch in the key to unlock it, 22479, He waited for the cook to open and close the door. 

	Tzar quickly sprung out of his stakeout and punched in the code and eased the door open as he peaked in. The cook was starting up the grills taking a total of 19 seconds average on each grill. That gave him a little over a minute to get what he needed, plenty of time. Tzar slung his duffel bag off his shoulder and started raiding the pantry for bread, canned food, milk, and packaged meat. He got as much as he could carry and quietly opened the door and closed it softly. [color=f7941d][b]"Hey Tzar! Runner told me you were on a big mission! I wanted to come help! I brought my own bag and everything!"[/b][/color] said the young teenage looking boy as he called out to Tzar. [color=00aeef][b]"Lambo! Shut the hell up! We are going home. Now. I already got some stuff. Now move! We only have about another 30 seconds to clear this ally before the guy who I stole this from comes out here looking for it![/b][/color] Tzar said pushing the boy along, trying to hurry him in the direction they needed to go to get away.

	Once they cleared the ally Tzar rubbed as much of the face paint away and put his hood down to expose his short dark brown hair and  to help not look suspicious, however he never raised his head. Lambo walked with him the whole way to the hideout talking constantly about how Tzar should take him on his next scavenge. As Tzar reached the seemingly empty, lopsided apartment with only most of the roof he turned to Lambo [color=00aeef][b]"Lambo, you have to be quiet to go with me on a scavenge, besides that Daisy needs the supervision right now and Runner is busy getting some new clothes for all of us because you know we all need it, So go ask daisy if you can help her out some, and get her a bottle of water."[/b][/color] Tzar said as he unlocked the door and muscled it open. [b][color=f7941d]"Yes sir."[/color][/b] Lambo replied as he entered their makeshift home. Tzar took the food to the cellar storage and started unpacking all the food.
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	Meanwhile back in the kitchen, the cook, Mr. Dupree returned to the pantry to retrieve some ingredients for a dish he is preparing and notices that some of his stock is missing. Loaves of bread, cartons of milk, and a few pounds of packaged meat as well as canned good are all gone. He quickly calculates the the total amount of missing product and realizes he is now out of 100 dollars of product. Though most would think this is a small upset and could be easily replaced, the same could not be said for Mr. Dupree. He made sure everything was in place, that no item was misplaced or missing. And when that happened, he couldn't let it go, for it would haunt him for the rest of the day, maybe a week. Or even a month of worrying about a few items of food missing. 

	As soon as he snapped back to his senses, Mr. Dupree began to sweat. First a couple drops that ran down his forehead and the left side of his face. Then, more beads of sweat formed on his face, followed by deep, heavy breaths. "It's happening again....no." He stammered out as he looked downed to see his hands shaking like crazy, almost as if they were vibrating. Now, when it was said that any small thing would haunt him, it was really a condition he was diagnosed with since he was young. Now, most people would just describe it as obsessive compulsive disorder, but Dupree's case was something much more severe. If one thing was not in order or missing, he would start with heavy sweating and heaving. And then, it would end in unsettled anger. He would try to keep his composure and it would end in swiping everything around to keep him calm, which would end with his room in a new arrangement. He would even change his living room and his own parent's room. And now, Dupree realizes what he needs to do. He quickly changes the positions of the bread, the milk, canned goods and the meat. He hands were like lightning, quickly changing the food around. His eyes never blinked during this task, because he had to stay focused on the food and not what wasn't there, and he never stopped until the last can was placed with the others. With his work completed, he exhaled a long and relieved sigh, and shifted his gaze to the right...and he thought he saw a shadowy figure fade away into nothing. He looked around and figured he was seeing things, and so realizing he need to make the main special today, he grabbed his ingredients, closed the pantry and headed back into the kitchen to prepare the dish. But he couldn't shake the feeling, the feeling that something wasn't right.