"So... Claire telling me please, what is happen in police office? Is very strange things happen in this town."

Ivan looks around the place, and chooses a booth by a corner window, where he can see out of the place towards his parked Range Rover. He once again makes a point of putting his gun in the trunk, so it's not on his person while he's in Denny's. He has a feeling that the cops will be roaring up with ...

Ivan doesn't like bag people giving him attitude in his newly adopted city. "Claire, you know baglady there? She around here normal? Maybe you call poh-lice on her, eh? You come home from being false arrest, there strange baglady here going through trash." "Maybe she undercover police...

"Is good? Let go, then. Drunk papa remind me too much of Soviet Russia." Ivan heads back to the Rover, and unless anything prevents him (bag lady with a holy avenger, dog turns crinos, another wave of police cruisers, etc.), he will leave the area and go back to the downtown area. "Iv...

Ivan just stands there and watches the dog and bag lady.

Ivan shrugs, and stands by the back door while Claire is inside. He keeps an eye on the bag lady and the dogs, and listens for more yelling from inside, in case the dad shifts from self-loathing to anger. For a moment, he amuses himself by imagining getting to shoot the kneecaps off Claire's dad. He...

"What we do, Claire?" says Ivan, as he puts his gun away. "Drunk papa no danger, eh? No cops here, anyway."

Ivan looks around at the windows, and there are screens over each of them. "Which veil? No old men here."

Ivan looks around, and seeing no immediate threat, gestures for Claire to continue whatever she's doing. At the same time, his facial expression is questioning, since he doesn't know exactly what the plan here is.

Ivan draws his pistol, then holds it low against his leg to avoid anyone seeing it in the dark, and follows Claire around the house.

Ivan keeps the homeless woman in his peripheral vision, while turning to look at Claire's frantic gyrations.

Not wanting to speak, he tries to convey "?" with a facial expression in the dark.

Ivan closes his eyes and Listens for the music of faith-based power. Just to see if the old woman is anything other than a homeless woman.

Ivan sees Claire hiding, and nods. It is best that she stay out of things. There was already one Infernal involved in his life today, maybe two. He doesn't want his new local informant to get hurt so soon by a third one. He debates getting out his silencer, but even that is too loud. So he just wait...

Ivan brushes Claire's shoulder to get her attention, and gestures for her to stay back a ways with him for a bit. He points at the woman pretending to play with garbage, with a vaguely questioning look on his face. Which is in the dark right now, so who really knows if Claire gets his point. Then he...

"Oh ho. Burnink?" Ivan breaks into song, badly. " Da house. Da house. Da house is on FIRE ! " "Oh, is beink your house. Ivan sorry Claire house burn. But the gettink old, Ivan be hearing about something same at other place. Is hotel in city here. Is crazy gangster types shoo...

Ivan pulls over by Claire, and immediately turns off his headlines before unlocking the door.

"Oh, Claire. Is good to seeink you here. Ivan was thinkink you was is beink at police. Does you knowink what was happen there?"

Ivan keeps his face averted, even though the windows are darkened. He starts the engine and pulls away quickly. He thinks, I hope I got your toe. As he pulls away from the riotous police station, he cranks up the stereo again. Dethklok is singing his song, Burn the Earth. Burn it all away! Can't fuc...

Ivan watches stuff happen, but stays in his SUV. Once the hub-bub clears out, he'll consider going into the station again.

<language type=" Russian "> Blah. I'll find nothing there now. </language> he mumbles, as he continues driving past and returns to the police station. <language type=" Russian "> I'll return later, once they're gone, and check out that room again. </language> He resumes his plac...

<language type=" Russian "> Oh, you stupid... listen for the song! </language> he mumbles, and slaps himself in the forehead. Ivan starts the engine again and drives back to the motel where the boys were attacked by a desk. He moves quietly into the area, watching for cops or other enemie...