#thirteens_haunt

Zara prowls the room - eyeing the books, looking for signs of a hidden safe in the walls or under the rug.

There is the classic safe behind a painted picture of his mother? But not really much else in the room. Thirteen moves over to the computer looking at it. But does not seem sure where to start.

She lets Ice deal with the computer - the safe has her interest.

(He rejoins them, having prodded the cabinets and grown bored at the aspirin and band-aids. He eyes the computer, then starts checking for backup storage)

(And cameras in here, for that matter)

Ice has no trouble at all getting into his files. Smooth as butter. There is a lot to find. Very little of it surprising more than likely. Kiddie porn, sure, journals of his miss-adventures, sure...bank records, more than needed. He seems to be a man who believes he is very secure just as he is.

She holds her ear close, turning the dial... there's a fair amount of fiddling, as she works out the pattern for the combination. Not unlike what she showed Lula - patience, repetition, perseverance...

(He is checking for physical storage, not on the computer itself. He can get into that anytime he wants)

It takes Zara a bit longer to get into the safe. It is suppose to keep secrets from getting into the wrong hangs. But after a long bit she can hear the tumblers fall into place.

(Portable hard drives, thumb drives)

(A laptop)

He does not find anything out in the open. But he does find several locked drawers.

"Ego, to keep everything in his house..." she murmurs, eyes half-closed as most of her attention remains on the safe beneath her spidery fingers.

Then safe swings open. There are piece of jewelry, perhaps his wives. But more important is a document folder. A black one that looks full. One of those that are like a large pocket with a flap that folds over.

"Bounty." She retrieves the folder, ignoring the jewelry.

Inside is a will, deeds to properties all over the city. His children's birth certificates. All the things that one might deem of import.

The desk drawers have pens, pencils, papers. A few girly mags and a plastic bag filled with his favorite candy. Then of course there are the few locked drawers.

Properties... warehouses? Residential? Thirteen said trafficking.. maybe they are places he uses.... Zara makes notes of the addresses, for later.

From the addresses one can't be sure, they would need to be checked. But there are a lot of them.

Thirteen lingers near the door. Waiting it would seeming. Peering into the hall from time to time.

"Ice?"

((Bad boot))

((Welcome back I was about to text you))

(He had taken the guy's computer chair, scooting it away to watch Zara work, after finding and turning on the lights, of course)

"What?"

When the lights go on, Thirteen moves to draw the shades. Perhaps trying to keep the neighbors from knowing they are there.

"Need any help over there?"

"You got everything, I think. Drawers were locked, he doesn't look like he has any storage lying around."

"I can try the drawers."

"Think we should take the paintings and go."

((Think she got the drawers))

"Think we should make him feel as bad as those kids..."

"Don't care about that. We came for the Glamour, that's down there."

"More glamour if we rip it from him."

"Didn't you come to scare?"

"Yeah, but there's the paintings. Free Glamour, no risk."

Thirteen watches the both. Thoughtful then she grins ever so slightly at Zara's suggestion. "Why not both." One can almost her her echo 'glamour is free'.

"Can't carry all of them myself."

"Come." she seems almost giddy now. "We takes his then take the rest for later." A pause as she studies Ice. "If you like, you can wait for us."

"Help me carry them out, hide them, and then we come back?" (Counters)

"He might sleep armed. He might know karate."

"Better to take stuff first."

"I want... I... " she falters.

She shakes her head. "We have taken to long already. He will not wake until I desire him too."

(He flicks eyes to Zara, waiting)

"I want to hurt him." she frowns, looking away.

(A shrug, not seeming bothered) "That's fine. Me, I just want the Glamour. If we have to leave running, though, we lose the paintings."

Thirteen ponders. "A few of the paintings. The best ones. We can hide outside, but quickly. We can't carry to many between us anyhow, but some of the smaller ones."

"Yeah, that's good. Since we have to carry them back, anyhow." (He shoves up out of the chair)

"Where's his wife, kids? They here, too?"