"Hmpf." says Hyde, all of his broodlings are bat-shit in their own way, himself included, but he's not yet sure what to make of her. He resolves to observe her more closely until he can come to a satisfactory psychological diagnosis.

Shrugging his shoulders, he turns back to Grey, noting how effectively Buggy's distraction took his mind from Roach. "I picked you up a couple of things while I was out the other night..." he says, grinning.

Hyde will exit Grey's control-room and make his way to one of the cars in the Hovel-proper. Retrieving the shotgun and intact beartrap, he will return to his large-headed friend. As he hands the devices over, he makes mention of where and how he 'found' them and asks if Grey can look into where they might have come from. Perhaps it will keep his hands, and hopefully his mind occupied for at least a few days...

Hyde's phone begins to ring, the caller ID says: Dvalinn. When Hyde answers, he will nervously explain that there is a trespasser on the grounds, a lone female that has been picked up by his security feeds.

"You told me to call you immediately if anyone weird came snooping around here, well, she's definately weird, she jumped the fence and looked right at one of the cameras but kept going like it was no big deal! Her face is all scarred up! and... what the hell?"

He pauses, rustling and clicking can be heard as he adjusts the cameras.

"She's making a bee-line for the dumpsters!"

"Understood. Sit tight old friend, I'm on my way."

Hanging up, he explains to Grey that there is something he must see to and he turns, running from the Hovel.


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2008-09-06 09:42:52 Mr.Grey rolls 6 dice to track serial numbers (Diff 8) 1,2,3,2,8, 6 (failure)
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Mr. Grey works diligently on Hydes request for most of the night. For this computer fetish Nosferatu the research is a great distraction.

He comes up with nothing but Dead ends. The traps were listed as 'unsold and destroyed'. Meaning stolen.

The shotgun, being sawed off and modified has no serial number. It is about as untraceable as a homemade bomb. Grey will sigh with frustration. He doesnt want to be empty handed when Hyde comes back. Its not fear of the larger Nosferatu, hed just rather have something to show him.

Grey decides the best thing he can do is go have a look for himself. He will pull on his grubby trenchcoat and his hood. Sling his long double barrelled shotgun over his shoulder and call out into the hovel.

'Quinn? Want to help me with something?'