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Crim` looked at her oddly. "I have more money than what I carry around on me..." he said with a bit of disdain. There was something a bit off though about her look, he noticed after a brief moment.

"What... Are you...?"

He stared at her for a few moments more. His hand than shot to his back pocket, finding nothing. Then to his jacket, nothing.

"Okay... Where is it?" he asked with a sigh. Seem the catgirl had got him again.

"Yeah yeah, I'll remember that." he said, catching it and flipping it open. At least his debit card was still in there, with access to his rather lofty bank account that the catgirl, thankfully, didn't know about. He slid the wallet into his pocket and adjusted his jacket. He had one knife in his coat, hidden should something come up, the other was left in a briefcase in his room.

Speaking of knives... His hand soon extended outward to Kat.

"And my pocketknife?" he asked with a smirk. "...Or were you planning on hanging onto that?"

Crim's fingers slowly withdrew and curled up inside of his palm, his hand subsequently dropping to his side.

"Ah well, guess I'll just have to count that as a loss." he said, tilting his head to the side and grinning. He turned and headed towards the door, waving his other hand over his head.

"Well, if you need me you've got the number, I'll be back later."

With that, he was off.

Crim` was currently loitering outside, a lit cigarette hanging between his fingers as he held his phone up to his ear with his other hand. He was chatting up someone on his cell phone apparently, inquiring about parts while speaking to an electronics specialist it would seem. He even seemed to be bargaining over the phone, then suddenly a click... And he closed his phone harshly.

"Damnit... How &#&#xin;g rude." he muttered under his breath. He took a long drag of his cigarette, not pleased with how the conversation went. He looked around, then began walking toward the parking garage, grumbling, hunched over.

A few hours had passed and Crim` found himself in front of a large warehouse on the docks of Aekea on this dusky evening. The yellow streetlights reflected off of his face-obscuring helmet visor as he leaned forward on his bulky motorcycle and stared up at the warehouse doors.

"Yeah, he's in there. Mother#&@r;. I hope he didn't think he'd get away with that..." said Crim` in a low and devious voice. His fingers seem to twitch in anticipation as he stared at the door.

"ALRIGHT I'M COMING IN AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!" he screamed, a mad grin spreading across his crazed face.

Just inside, two men sat atop a large futon staring at a medium-sized high-end television as one passed a white, paper wrapped smoking object to the other. The entire warehouse was filled with a thick smoke, and along the walls were wooden shelves with countless electronic gadgets.

"Good stuff." said one in a raspy voice.

"Yeaaa... Wot wazzat?" replied the other man.

"Sounds like a motorcycle..." said the first.

The sound was approaching, and then, a CRASH! Crim` had reared up the front tire of his bike and was currently grinding it into the large warehouse's front door.

"JESUS CHRIST!' screamed the two men, almost as if on cue. The door cracked open and Crim` front tire came slamming down through the rubble, bouncing as the bike's heavy frame hit the warehouse floor. He looked quite menacing there amidst the smoke and dust as it cleared, and the two frail men nearly wet themselves.

"Ey... It's you..." said one in a shaky voice, his expression still one of shock.

Crim` smirked, rolling toward them slowly, the low purr of his bike's engine filling the large warehouse. "Now..." he muttered as he got closer. "The stuff I want." he continued. He cut the engine of his bike and sat up. After a moment passed, the two men seemed to steel themselves a bit.

"YA BLOODY WANKER, YOU KNOCKED DOWN OUR DOOR!" screamed the two rather gangly and pale twin brothers simultaneously, again speaking as if on cue. One pulled a butterfly knife out of his pocket, flipping it quickly and revealing it's poorly forged blade; The other reached to his pocket and found only the half-lit marijuana cigarette, burning a hole there. The knife-holding brother covered his face with a spread hand, his face taking an expression of loathing at his brother's incompetance as he watched his sibling fight off ashes out of the corner of his eye.

Crim` blinked, sitting there casually and staring at the rather strange brothers from behind his visor. He pulled up his visor and revealed a rather blank expression as his right arm fluidly reached to the wasitline of his pants where his .45 was tucked in. He raised the gun up at a steady pace, aiming it at the one with the knife, who quickly dropped it and raised his hands as if being arrested, shaking. "OKAY, SORRY SORRY! RIGHT SO YOU WANTED THAT GEAR EH?" The other brother had for one reason or the other dropped to the ground with his hands tucked over his head and his head tucked under his body, his pocket still smoking a bit from his earlier carelessness.

Crim` blinked, raising the gun at his side and sitting back completely. He slowly smiled, then a small laugh escaped his throat as he leaned forward and took off his helmet, his elbow resting against his handlebars as his hand swung over it slowly.

"Didn't even have to take the safety off."

After about an hour of negotiating with the two brohers Crim` had found and acquired all of the electronic gear he would need for the mission brewing inside his head. He headed back toward the hotel soon after, goods in tow.

Crim` walked into the hotel suite, dropping a rather large duffel bag packed with electronic equipment he had "bartered" from his two shady associates on top of the couch. He took a seat at the side of the bag and unzipped it. Now he would get to play with his new toys. A glint appeared in his eyes.

Crim` turned to Kata and glanced at her for a moment before turning back to the bag and continuing to unpack it's contents.

"Oh this. It's one part of our plan. I take it you have the other part?" he said, looking at the bags she held.