Word Count: 18,086
Summary of Events:
Back at the plane, Hammy investigated the stewardess' area and discovered a hypodermic syringe that he collected forensic evidence from before going into the cockpit and discovering pages were missing from the flight log. Vera was brought up to speed on Hammy's discoveries before she convinced him to tag along with her as they visited the pilot and stewardess' apartments being as they still couldn't get a hold of either one. Hammy ended up shooting a rat in the pilot's apartment being as he'd gotten somewhat distracted, but they found the pilot hadn't been there for awhile, so they went to the stewardess' apartment . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
"He slipped inside and closed the door behind him. Her flat looked just as clean and tidy as the pilot's, but there was a difference: it looked like it'd been lived in not that long ago.
There were dishes in the sink and on the counter, not to mention there was rumpled towels, and the bedroom had rumpled blankets on the bed.
Hammy slipped into the bedroom and opened the closet door. The contents were generally neat and tidy, and Hammy noted there were both men's clothes and women's clothes. More men's than women's, but both nonetheless.
Additionally, the women's clothes were of the size and construction to fit a woman smaller than Vera, while the men's clothes were bigger than that on a variety of fronts, suggesting that two different people had made use of the closet, much less the bedroom.
Hearing the door unlock, Hammy turned around, a sudden panic tightening his chest. He had a feeling that wasn't Vera coming in. He had a feeling it was one of the residents of the home.
Keys clattered across the counter. Hammy closed the closet door, but kept himself outside of it. He needed to get out, and probably through a window.
A knock sounded at the door and it was opened. A man answered in Italian. Vera responded in Italian.
So long as she could stall the man he'd be fine. He went to the window and opened it, only to realise there was a cage covering it, preventing exit.
Swearing under his breath, Hammy closed the window. He needed to do something to get out of here.
He peered out of the bedroom door. Vera was still talking to the man. She saw him, though, and looked between him and the other man.
"I'm getting out," he mouthed. "Keep talking."
Vera nodded and returned her attention to the man while he hurried across the floor on silent feet to the doors which opened on to the small balcony.
Slipping outside silently, Hammy drew out the concussion-reducing shoe covers and put them on. It was better than using the pocket rappel kit, not that either wouldn't attract attention, this was just the faster alternative.
Hammy backed up against one short side railing, took a deep breath, ran the length of the balcony, grabbed onto the rail, flipped himself over it, and feet first down to the ground.
Quickly slipping off the shoe covers once he'd landed, he scrambled behind a bush and waited for a moment. The man Vera had been talking to was out on his balcony, looking around.
"Just you watch out, whoever you are!" the man called in Italian. "I am not going to let myself be robbed of my possessions! I've got enough problems!"
Hammy swore under his breath, but slipped out of the bush on the side of the building. He then calmly walked around the building, pocketing his shoe covers as he went, and climbed calmly into the passenger seat of the Ferrari."
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