He doesn't stay at the Rabbit long after playing a regular song.  He had a duty as a pawn still to do.  He takes a cab to a building near his temporary employer's building.  Walking down the street with his sax slung over his back, he wonders how many more non-mundane people are in this city.  Four in one afternoon was a bit, even in this big of a town.  Aurora wouldn't like it, too many unknowns, and direct survelance isn't exactly his specialty.

But she had to know, it is what she sent him to do after all.  He walks upto the sign that says wet paint, unlinking the chain and putting it back after he passes through.  He walks upstairs to give his report to Aurora.

I have been waiting. Leonard is a great scout, him and his magic sax can pick our kind out of the crowd in such an embarrassing way...

When i hear Leonard enter the chantry i look up from my reading. I hadnt expected him this early.

'Fishing must be good. What do you have for me?'

Leonard almost never speaks.  He usualy smiles.  The only talking he does is when he is negotiating a contract, or telling some one they are about to die.  To him, words were usually wasteful. If some one asked him why, he would point out various two bit artists that produce beautiful music, but shitty lyrics.  Unfortunetly for him, Aurora can't read minds.

"I followed a non-mundane to this club, three women walked out, all non-mundane, its a club called "The White Rabbit", pretty sure its on a node."  

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'Excellent work Leonard.'

I expect nothing less from the man. The White Rabbit; i will be researching it before i make the trip across town. It never pays to go anywhere blindly...

'I will chase the Rabbit from here. There is a new vibration on the wheel; more of our craft have entered the area unknown to us. I want you to find them for me...'

He holds his sax close to his chest and bows with it to her, "Of course, where shall I be heading?"

'The fleabag motel out on the highway. They are coming from the Atlanta direction and hovering just on the cities fringe... They need to be welcomed and judged.'

Leonard knows this drill. Its what he does best.

"Of course, I will phone you if I make contact."

He resumes a normal standing position before heading outside. It would be quite a walk, he would need to start right away and pase himself.  Being poor sucks, but it keeps you in great shape.  His sax case begins to feel fairly heavy as he slings it over his shoulder, he would need a little rest later.  It would be one hell of a welcoming if Aurora is corret.  Nothing like drooling on yourself to welcome you to the family...(leaves for the commons hotel)