<font color=Orange>"Good thing I sat in the front seat" though Poindexter, as he rushed off the bus and headed straight toward's the library, but he stopped halfway and decided that he should see what the rest of the team had planned to do first</font>

A reasonably well-dressed man runs up to the bus, "Ah you must be the investigators, I am Steven Douglas and I run the Oceanside Hotel. Mr O'Reilly has organised and paid for you to stay with us for upto a week. He also left instructions that you are to do some filming of the locals telling about mysterious happenings and the like, find some sort of explanation for the disapearences and spend at least one night in the Zipp N' Pik supermarket for some filming."

He looks at his watch before cursing to himself and running back to the hotel.

<font color=green>Jaggaer motions towards his new colleagues.

"Perhaps we should go notify the local police of what we'll be up to and ask for some back up. don't feel like being stuck in a potentially hostile situation with only a 9 mm pistol"</color>

[ 12-09-2005, 07:21 PM: Message edited by: armageddon272 ]

<font color=lightblue> Maybe I should get you my file sir. I'm ex-SWAT. As long as I am alive, with my gun,you'll be safe. </font> Anthony shook his head and thought,civilians.

[ 12-09-2005, 06:46 PM: Message edited by: DrowArchmage ]

<font color=skyblue>She raises an eyebrow at all the tetesterone (sp) falling around and quietly pulls out her cell phone, calling the sheriff to ask for an appointment for an interview.

After hanging up, she turns to the others and says, "The sheriff will see two of us at three o'clock. Who wants to go with me?"</font>

Anthony looks around. Sighs,then says. <font color=lightblue> I'll go. You said three right? should have enough time to eat and clean my gun,you wanna join me? For the eating I mean,not the gun cleaning. </font> he rolled his eyes to himself,he'd never been tactiful with girls before.

<font color=skyblue>She turns and looks at the sky, so he will not see the smile that crosses her face at the comment. She gets her laughter under control, and turns back, flipping her long blonde hair out of her face and gestures to the nearest restaurant. "Why not? I could use a greasy truck-stop burger and fries. When my uncle was stationed in Germany, I would've killed for a meal like that." She laughs, and picks up her backpacks and waits for him to lead the way.</font>

<font color=lightblue> I, ummmm, don't really know where anything is around here. Maybe we should try that way? </font> He points to the nearest cluster of buildings. <font color=lightblue> Shall we? </font> Anthony cracked a smile and extended his arm as if he were escorting a prom date.

Kantessa and Anthony stroll down the town's main street, leaving the rest of the group at the bus stop. After a few blocks of clothing shops and tourist traps they come to an intersection, within sight of the corner is a truck-stop, a small cafe, and the town's historical centre and coffee shop.

<font color=lightblue> So,what shall it be?