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The darker-haired man nods and shuts the door, carefully. He leans forward to inspect something, then sighs and shakes his head. "Come on. Home Depot awaits." The pair move toward the van, with the blonde muttering, "The whole thing gives me the willies."

Bailey's eyes flare a bit, as he struggles to hold his Rage down. They said they were moving tomorrow, right?

Shadow Eyes looks to Bailey, in wolf form. I think that is all of them. I'm going to hop on the back and try to keep them trailed. You break in and look around?

The pair climb in the van, the blonde driving. They either don't see the dogs or ignore them.

Shadow Eyes urges Bailey to go on and try to hpo on the back of the van. It's the only way we can know where they are going, now.

Shadow Eyes will.

Night's-Justice pads quickly to hop onto the back of the van, above the bumper, going fast to human form. He grabs the handles, and holds on, keeping his head and hands below the back windows of the van.

Shadow Eyes moves from his cover, and pads quickly to one side and up, past the van, to the neighbors yard. He's trying to see glimpsed, so that the men have their attention diverted from maybe seeing Bailey.

Bailey either gets lucky, or the two men are so distracted by the recent problem that they just don't notice. He slips on the bumper of the van and hangs on to the handle, helped out by the fact that the back windows are tinted like the front and side. The acceleration makes it tough for the weak Walker to hang on, but so far he does so grimly.

Shadow Eyes snuffles in the grass like a normal dog while the van pulls out. When the sounds fade, he goes into the backyard and lies quietly in the tall grass, listening, seeing if any are stiull left in the house. He borrows Dog's senses, thanking his alpha for the tenth time tonight for seeking that one as their pack ally.

Bailey grits his teeth, and grips the handle as the Van drives. There is no fucking way in hell he is /ever/ going to let his pack down. Never. Bailey manages by force of will, though a screeching turn around a corner nearly slides him right off. The van hits the arterial that the trio found earlier the previous night and begins to accelerate again. Shadow Eyes, on the other hand, can hear nothing but birds and his own breathing.

Eyes rolling as the van closes over that corner, Bailey continues to hang on for dear life, using both hands when he can.

Shadow Eyes flicks his ears and inspects the back door with his senses, aided by the power of Dog. He cocks his head, listens, sniffs and eyes the lock. Satisfied nothing is amiss, he trots over to a group of bushes and shifts behind them. He approaches the door with a quiet tread, looking for all the world like he owned the place and was not some furtive, sneaking criminal. He slips his hand in his web belt and pulls free a couple of pins and catches, then bends to try his luck with the lock. If it's locked.

The van begins to slow down. Bailey can see a shopping center with a Home Depot and a Wal-Mark to the left, and the left-turn blinker begins to click. Elan has no luck with the few minutes he spends trying to pick the rather respectable lock on the back door, nor is this a resident-friendly model with windows in the face. There are windows all around the side, and the front door to be inspected.

Bailey hrms to himself as the van turns into Home Depot, and looks around to find a way to get off the van before he's spotted...

Elan goes around to take a look at the windows, frowning, and tries them. He silently curses his foolishness, but shrugs as he talks to his packmate across the miles. If none of the windows look openable, he goes to look at the front door.

Again with notable luck, Bailey manages to drop off the bumper as the van stops to go down a circulation aisle. The van doesn't slow down as it pulls away.

Bailey gets out of the way as quickly as possible, keeping an eye on the van as it finds a parking space.

The van parks as near to the exit of Home Depot as it can get and stops. The two men climb out and head toward the store. They're talking between themselves, but nothing loud enough to be heard at any distance.

Elan grimaces as he trots around side of the house, then tests the windows. He takes off his jacket and rolls it around one fist. Then, with a quick snap like he's done a hundred times in tae-kwon-do class, he smashes a window and pushes the spikey glass bits out of the way. He nimbly hoists himself up and over into the room.

It's more wiggling than hoisting, but Elan makes it well enough. He ends up in the den area, which is dark and still.

Bailey grins, rubbing a clean-shaven chin as he waits for these schmucks to get their stuff and get out of the store. Kid's got a plan, he does.

Elan glances around, used to dark places for the most part. He looks for the basement door Dani described.

There's a door hanging open that leads to a downstairs flight. The panel and door itself are both splintered near the lock and there's dents in the inside.

Elan looks at this and looks around carefully. Cameras and stuff...he looks for tapes or photos, rolls of negatives, up here and in the basement area. He sniffs, with a lupines senses, seeing if he can untangle any odd or familiar scents here.

Inside, there's a faint undertone of blood and a mixture of body scents. Near the door to the basement is the harsh scent of Clorox bleach. There are rows and rows of VCR tapes in a case near the impressive TV/stereo setup, some in cases and some not. Downstairs, there are boxes throughout the room and few of the canvas-drapped objects that Dani told Elan about. A metal framework is in the middle of the room, half-dismantled.

Elan looks under the canvas, and examines this metal framework, trying to divine it's purpose. Rack, maybe? He glances around, looking for a smaller flash camera.

Already knowing that Dani saw cameras down here, it's not hard to imagine this framework on a movie set. All the smaller equipment seems to be gone, perhaps in these boxes.

Elan opens some of the boxes if they are not already sealed -- otherwise, he glances back upstairs for a smaller camera.

Most of them are taped up, but he manages to find one that isn't. Small reels of movie film fill the tiny box, some opened and some not. There's no small camera in sight, either here or upstairs.

Elan looks for labels -- especially anything maybe labeled 'Wolf!' or 'Werewolf' -- and failing that stuffs a few random samples of film in his belt and pockets. He trots back upstairs and hastily looks to the VCR and TV combos, hoping they might still be hooked up.

A lot of the unlabelled stuff is boring as far as Elan's current search goes, being things taped off the TV largely. A few show porno scenes, though the people in the movies are unmasked and are neither the two men or any of the missing people. The labelled risque titles actually make up a small percentage of the collection, most being things you'd find in any Blockbuster. In fast-forwarding through one of those in the wolf logo jackets labeled 'Hookers at Night' Elan notices that the dominants are wearing masks and blooding up their actors pretty well. Another one in a plain black case labelled 'Midnight Rising' has the same, with different dominant actors.

Elan makes his escape with six VCR tapes, three rolls of film, hair from brushes and a sheet hastily torn off a pad with the three names: Dan Marcel, Joey Daniels and Sam Chupp.

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