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[center][h2][color=gold]SDN Claremont Locker Room[/color][/h2][/center]

Jet's uniform hung half unzipped, pooling around him on the bench in front of his locker. The small black notebook in his left hand was a calendar, and he was inscribing his hours so he could verify SDN wasn't miscounting them.  Someone yelled into the locker room making him nearly jump out of his skin. "Asteroid, you missed an emergency meeting, you're on mandatory overtime. Didn't you check your email?" 

Incredulous, Jet shouted [color=purple]"I don't have a phone? How can overtime be mandatory?" [/color]

The office staffer just laughed turning on their heel "it sure sucks to be the new guy." Jet wasn't even that new, he'd had his training wheels off for almost a few months.

Grumbling, he stood too fast and hit his head on the bottom his open locker door. In his ear, his communicator chimed like some kind of gong. He had to reach out and steady himself, and reground himself in reality. It had reconnected to the server. After a couple beats of silence, a new dispatcher came thru the line.

[quote][color=skyblue]  "Asteroid, I've got a report of an abandoned trailer left in front of the Packing House that the City Council wants us to investigate. Not sure what it is, but can you find a way to identify who dumped it there? Find some clues, figure out if there's anything in the waste that gives it away, and report in when you come back."[/color][/quote]
[color=purple]"Ooh great, another new mysterious voice to get used to in my ear. Yeah, on the way."[/color] Pulling the zipper up and slamming his locker shut, he was enroute less than 2 minutes later.
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[center][h2][color=gold]Abandoned Trailer - Packing House[/color][/h2][/center]
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Asteroid barrels thru the air, body bent backwards feet first. His already damp suit chafes against his lower back. In a last second decision, he pulls his body to the left, and lands next to the trailer rather than atop it. 

It was a two axle trailer, not attached to a vehicle. Balanced on the two sets of wheels in the back, and three cinderblocks in the front, it didn't seem to rock at all when he pushed it. Someone had built this trailer themselves from odds and ends, but it was completely enclosed and wrapped in white metal & vinyl sheeting. "No, Knit" was stuck to the side in large purple vinyl letters.

He presses the side of his head to the trailer, listening for any sort of noise from the inside. All he hears is a very quiet series for slow beeps. Taking a look around at his surroundings, he finds a very crowded street, plenty of people ambling about, some kind of makers festival happening inside the building.[color=purple]"Nobody told me there was going to be a party."[/color] Smugly, Asteroid thinks for a few minutes about what to do next.

Does it count as unlawful search if he's not a lawmen?

Attempt one, he tries to pull back a panel beside the door, he nicks a finger and decides the vinyl is too sharp to bend with his bare hands. Attempt two, he wonders if moving the trailer is the best bet, being that it's beeping in a crowded place. Reaching out with his powers, he tests the mass of the trailer, and unhappily finds it out of his weight class. On attempt three, he pulls on the six dial lock, hoping they didn't just leave the default pin programmed. Turns out, they hadn't even pushed the bar into it's mechanism. Six dials. Zero effort.

The trailer door springs away and upwards before Asteroid can stop it. The walls inside are completely covered in wire baskets, the contents every color of yarn he can imagine. In the middle is a folding card table surrounded by 5 women, who are passing a joint with knitting projects in their hands. "Can we help you?" One of the women is holding a large needle above her like she's going to bring it down into his neck.

[color=purple]"Oh sorry ladies,"[/color] he fakes a chuckle, eyes locked on the end of the improvised weapon [color=purple]"I was looking for the.. uh unattractive ladies sewing group, and I seem to have stumbled into the attractive one." [/color]

A few smiles and laughs spill out of the trailer, and his eyes find a heart monitor attached to the oldest woman in the group. The slow beeping was a heart monitor. Trapped in her chapped lips is the joint. Now he knows that this is just another part of the yarn festival. "It's actually a knitting group, dear." 

[color=purple]"Well I'll leave you ladies too it-"[/color] the weaponized needle in the air comes down slowly.

Like nails on a chalkboard, the oldest woman makes him an offer, all gums and no teeth. "Want a hit sugar?" He learns her name is Ruth.

That's how Asteroid spends the next 20 minutes passing a joint and learning how to make a slipknot from Jeanine, a flirtatous woman, old enough to be his mother. 

He leaves, confused, a little high, and unsure if this mission counts as a success.

[color=purple]"Uh- yeah- dispatch? Trailer's full of.. textiles. And marijuana. And an ancient woman with a cardiac device. No threat unless the city council is anti knitting."[/color]

If someone asks him what took him so long, [color=purple]"Not my fault one of them needed help crossing the street."[/color]

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Got a 5 on a physical die.
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