OOC: Yes.
-==IC: Rod==-
Rod's alarm goes off, and he quickly swats it before the sound could travel to other rooms. He grabs his pack and starts walking the hallways.
As if I was going to get any sleep anyway...waitaminute, was that a black widow?? No, it's the shadow of a leaf. OK, man, next time Hank starts telling you about murder attempts right before bed, STOP LISTENING! Even if it IS part of a case--what's that ticking noise?!? Oh, the grandfather clock on the landing. Man, that Alan Rosewater guy must have liked clocks. There's a bunch of them around here. Actually, if that clock matches the one on the map Wendy gave me, my meeting point with Sally should be...wait, is the air turning green? POISON GAS!!!! Rod holds his breath for two whole minutes before he realizes hes standing next to a stained glass window. He lets his breath out slowly.
Man, I am getting pa-ra-noid. Next thing you know, I'm gonna think that-- "AHH SOMETHING GRABBED ME!" Just then, a hand clapped over Rod's mouth.
OOC: It's either Sally, or, if Blade gets on first, he could have it be Tomas. Either way, he's about six feet from the spot on the map Sally indicated.
