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(From Frank's departure)

Frank marches forward Into the Woods. Maybe he's burning off energy, maybe he's tracking something, maybe he's lost.....

Jaymes follows him, randomly or no, but five minutes into it finally says "Plan?"

Frank pauses just a moment, and Jaymes sees the back of his shaggy head shake left-right.... no.

Frank keeps walking.

Jaymes frowns "Flickerflash would stop tracks. Maybe work backwards. We know where he stayed to sleep ,and claimed. Maybe he talked to someone?"

As he says this he keeps walking with his brother.

"Yeah. Yeah, let's .... " Frank backtracks and detours a little, towards the car. "Let's talk to the car." He looks a bit purple.

"Sounds good" A grunt, as they circle to where the car was towed on property.

Frank stares at it with.... hatred.

"Searched it?" He asks

"Yeah."

He draws his great sword.

Jaymes raises a brow "If you destroy it. Feel better. But you cheat the lodge out of a working car you have the title too."

"Need answers."

"Mmm you searched already?"

Frank did, of course, search it that night.

It's how the stuff in the trunk and the title was found.

"Yes, of course."

"mm..." Jaymes ponders "nocker right?"

Frank walks up to the car, naked blade in hand. "Need a bunk to Willow Whisper it." He starts to trace the 'wounds' in the car with the tip of his own blade..... starting at the rear bumper and working along the sides and over the top (where his daughter's blades pierced the metal....) and down the hood to the front bumper, now crumpled... he sets the tip of his sword against the edge of a headlight and whispers. "The object of terrorism is terrorism. The object of oppression is oppression. The object of torture is torture. The object of murder is murder. The object of power is power. Now do you begin to understand me?” He applies slight pressure to the point of his blade, and it -just- wedges between the light and the housing. "Answer my questions."

The magic engulfs the vehicle and it awaits the questions

"Describe for me the one that took the nocker away from here?"

"Truthbreaker, Curly Q end, she is smiles and cunning, wilder in ways yet wiley. Lime Green Blouse she wore at the time"

Frank repeats it for Jaymes if necessary.

"How did they depart this place?"

"in a flash"

"How did this crash come to be?"

"Iced wheels, got jousted with... sword through driver"

Jaymes lifts a brow expressively as if to say 'We knew that one I think'

Frank's eyes narrow, grow dark.... a limited, non-descriptive answer....

"And what happened before that?" He tries in a low growl.

"The nocker tried to run the girl over... before that, I was up for a raffle. I was quite the prize. "

"Where did the truthbreaker take the nocker?" He pushes.

"I only know what happened where I am, and wherever I went, she did not say and I am not there"

Frank doesn't like it, but can't say it's unfair or wrong. He lifts an eyebrow at Jaymes, inviting.

"Ask it if the nocker left behind anything we missed or should have searched but didn't?" Jaymes says practially

"Did the nocker leave behind anything we missed, or should have searched but didn't?" He repeats.

"Check the engine...without destroying anything please. I'm banged up enough as it is..." And the cantrip ends

Frank takes a deep breath and does NOT pop the eyeba.... headlight out of its housing. He removes the point of his blade from the carc.... car body and sheaths it.

Jaymes helps reveal the engine so Frank can look, and Frank finds it!

That damn nocker coudln't go for 10 minutes without trying to put his own touch on even a car he just won.

There's a device attached, probably meant to prime it.

Frank looks at it skeptically. "I don't know touching that would be a good choice. We need an auto-mechanic nocker."

Frank knows nockers, hard not to work with rigs without bumping into a few and.. a thought hits him.. the design used by this thing , this fixture. Other nockers might know more about the nocker who made it. The Bes Din keeps records! It's like a smith mark on some things.

"Know anyone who can tweak it off safely?" Jaymes' brow knits

Frank closes his eyes with a deep groan. "Yes."

"That bad?" Jaymes grunts

"It complicates things." With a sigh.

"mmph" He grunts

"Gotta make a phone call. Then we'll head back out. I want to have everyone who can be looking for a swine-pooka in Leanhuan, or green, livery." Face as grim as death; someone's death.