"Jezzabel. She's here, or was here."<br/><br/>A deep sigh.<br/><br/>Focus a moment.<br/><br/>Yeah. A doorman. That'd make sense for a club. And it would be a lot less risky than knocking on the door again. Certainly since his next gamble had been to go in shouting it and dropping his weapons and coat outside as he went. It still wasn't something he was familiar with. Small time gangs? Yeah. But not organized crime, not underground culture, not the nuances of this local place. But he hadn't really been given a fistful of alternatives now had he?<br/><br/>"Thanks Mei."<br/><br/>He put the phone away, and started his march in again, trying not to look agitated or nervous about it as he went this time. Actually, he could just imagine the guns inside watching him coming back. Now that, that was a laugh. Suddenly, he was fighting not to grin as well as he walked up, taking a course that'd have him passing closer to the man by the tree this time. As he went, he reached up to his back, sweeping the duffel off and grabbing it in one hand by the middle. Then he reached into his coat and pulled out something more obvious. Kael popped open the sawed off shotgun, tucking the shells into his pocket, made sure the safety was on anyway, and then stopped by the man laying down.<br/><br/>"Celestial Star."<br/><br/>There went nothing.<br/><br/>He tossed the duffel and one long, stiff object inside, along with the now empty sawed off down on the grown beside the bike. If he didn't have something to interrupt him with, that just left one thing. To try to go inside again. This time a little less brazenly.