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[h2][color=aqua][center]Kanbaru Otoko[/center][/color][/h2]

Kanbaru hadn't the same concerns that Retsu had in regards to discovery, as there really shouldn't have been any need to worry. They had infiltrated the hired house cleaners, not a long standing and loyal cadre of maids, so these would not be the eagle eyed inquisitors looking to purge traitors form their midst that Retsu believed. She couldn't begrudge this paranoia in the Yakuza, Retsu's precarious position in DGO and reality liable to leave anyone leaping at shadows. 

[color=aqua][i]Then again, it isn't really paranoia when someone is actually out to get you...[/i][/color] She thought while slamming closed the doors to the basement washing machine, loaded to capacity with laundry in need of the spin cycle. As was with everything else in this manor, the washing machine was state of the art and lacked the deep rumble of more economical models, but the lower noise of running water would still do well to muffle any noise that Kanbaru made down in the basement. 

Much like her incognito counter part, the bluenette began the process of distributing buttons and listening devices throughout. This was made all the easier by the diminished attention that would be placed upon the storage areas, letting her plant the buttons among cupboards and boxes without fear of reprisal. A fuse box was brusquely opened and left with something a bit more potent then a button before moving on. Kanbaru drifted around with an ear quirked towards the stairwell while her eyes roamed for any places of interest which might benefit Retsu's pursuit.

[color=aqua]"Hmm, now this is an odd place for a room."[/color] The bluenette remarked as she came upon a door at the back of the storage area where there should have been a wall of carefully stacked containers to conceal it, but had been left haphazardly scattered about. [color=aqua]"Someone was in a hurry..."[/color]

Sending a sidelong glance to the stairwell and finding it empty, she crept towards the entrance and turned the knob. What she found inside was...an office. Perfectly innocuous from a cursory glance, completely lacking in any post it boards covered in newspaper clippings and red string, just a sturdy looking desk, a locked computer terminal, and the light fixture above. This was likely as good a place as any for what they were seeking, but the starkness of the confined quarters presented a challenge in positioned any camera that would not be immediately detected upon spending any length of time within. The best she could do was drop a button onto the floor before kicking it under the desk drawers in the hopes that Chiyo would be talking to herself or playing a video she doesn't trust over her chip.

[quote]
From: Broker of Fortune
To: Dark Wraith

Grab a load of laundry and make your way to the basement soon. I've found an office Chiyo forgot to conceal and there's a locked computer I'm not even touching until you give it a look first.
[/quote]

Having informed her partner, Kanbaru did as she said and ignored the terminal in favor of rummaging through the drawers. Pulling out the right one, she found a ruffled journal filled with genuine ink and paper. Of course, in an increasingly digital world, the security of a physical medium could not be understated, but that still meant nothing if you let the infiltrator through your front door. As she spun the chair to face out the door and keep one eye to the washing machines and anyone approaching, she flicked the journal open and scanned ahead to the most recent entry in the hopes of finding something relevant to the present world around them.

Kanbaru stiffened and her brow furrowed as a sudden wave of nausea washed over her. [color=aqua]"Wha...why did she...?"[/color]

Rather then words, all that met Kanbaru's gaze was a solitary eye stabbed into the paper. 

[@Lucius Cypher]

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[h2][color=royalblue][center]R u f u s[/center][/color][/h2]

The fake janitor and soda thief had been basking in each others exuberance when they were interrupted by an inquisitive Irish boy in search of his beverage. It did not take a Colored King to determine that what it was Angus desired was the very same drink which now pooled upon the floor. 

[color=royalblue]"Sorry sir, but I'm horrifically color blind. Super Trash us probably right in saying it's green, but for all I know it's periwinkle and polka dots. "[/color] Rufus said without a shred of deceit in his voice, already pulling the mop from the bucket and idly swirling about the pool of orange soda till the mop water diluted the color to a ruddy brown. [color=royalblue]"I'd say if you really want to get an orange soda, go try the fast food restaurant on the other end of the mall. All their drinks are 46 cents cheaper then the food court has."[/color]


[color=royalblue]Now if you'll excuse me, the lady here was directing me towards an issue with the waste management on the premises that needs to be addressed rather quickly.[/color] Rufus said, returning the mop to the bucket and dropping down a 'Wet Floor' sign in its place. Giving Angus no time to question them any further or try and discover the madness of their union, he took Dana's unoccupied hand and pulled her along gaily with the janitors cart in tow. [color=royalblue]"Now that we've evaded the secret police, where was it you said we could find the richest of refuse?"[/color]

[@TheWindel]  [@Awesomoman64]