Jacoda circled around and hid behind a large oak tree. Regrouping himself and coming up with a plan. It was time for a disguise. Disguise indeed. It was time to play pretend. He rummaged around in his pocket. Pulling out some blowfish darts. Each dart contained only enough blowfish poison to paralyze without killing. He counted and saw he had fifteen. Hopefully it wouldn't take that many but you never knew. He rummaged around in his upper left pocket until he found the blow dart gun. It was really just a bamboo reed that had been hollowed out and was perfect for shooting darts out of. Smirking he put the darts for easy access in the small pocket up by his shoulder. Slipping the thick bamboo reed into his pants pocket.<br/><br/>He found the perfect cover up. He had noticed that there was a janitor and he was wearing a large labcoat to protect his clothing from those chemicals. If there was a janitor there was a supply closet which was bound to have a spare labcoat for him to confiscate for his means. He watched the janitor push his cart towards a small shed on the side of the building. Following him and waited until he unlocked it. Loading a blowfish dart into the bamboo dart gun he blew it out. Shooting it straight into the mans neck. He convulsed and fell to the ground unable to move. Since he was paralyzed he just walked right over. Sliding the man's eyes closed to hide his identity. He walked into the shed and found an old beret and a labcoat. Perfect. He rummaged around in a bottom right pocket. Pulling out a curly wig of white hair along with a fake mustache.<br/><br/>Smirking a bit and took off his bandana. Slipping it into a pants pocket for safe keeping. On went the wig and he used a mirror to make sure no black hair was showing. Applying the stick on mustache and smirked at how he looked. Putting the labcoat on over his trenchcoat. Putting the bamboo reed dartgun in the midwaist pocket. The darts going in the chest pocket. Buttoning up all the coats buttons before he took the mans keys. "Sorry old boy...you need to be out of the way for a bit." So saying he dragged the man into the supply closet and locked him in there. Making sure a window was cracked so he could have fresh air. He slipped the keyring into a pocket. He smirked as he pushed the cart. Turning it into a grumpy old man scowl. Time to pull out the acting moves.<br/><br/>He pushed the cart into the building. Some women looked at him and he scowled more. "What you looking at you crazy women?!" He said in a creaky and grumpy sounding voice. "Mind your own." He snapped. Pushing the cart with a bit of a hunch. He walked through the halls. Following the path he saw the guns go down. Thinking to himself as he looked. Most likely be where there was quite a few guards. He opened a bathroom door and propped it open. Pulling the dart gun and loaded the blowfish dart. When the man neared him he shot it into his neck. Loading another and quickly shot the second man nearest him. The third heard the thuds and came running. He shot him too. Stepping over them as he stole the access key from the man nearest him. Swiping it and tossed it aside.<br/><br/>This was like taking candy from a baby. When had he last had this much fun? Not since he stole from the president of Japan three years ago. Only he had men and allies on his side then. Now he would have to be more careful. Entering the room he gathered up only what was his after unbuttoning the labcoat. Into the pockets the weapons went. Which was right around when he realized that his most treasured gun was missing. His own many great grandfather's gun was not here! He began searching frantically. Where the devil had they put it. "It is missing! Where could it be? I know they took it. They must have hid it. Where would they have hid it if I was them? It is not here. Where could it be?" He quickly exited the room and went back to the cart after shutting the door. Putting the mans card back on his shirt where it had been. "You lost my special gun. Now I will have to get it back." He said in a sullen voice.<br/><br/>Dart gun away as he began to search the halls.<span style="font-style: italic">Dammit! Where was it???</span>He abandoned the cart and walked past some people. This disguise was no longer of much use. He didn't ditch it quite yet.<span style="font-style: italic">Where oh where has my special gun gone? Oh where oh where could it be?</span>He thought in a sing song voice. He began unbuttoning the shirt as he entered a shadowed hallway. This disguise was no longer of any use. Emptying the pockets and slipped the items back into his trenchcoats pockets. He then threw the labcoat into the air and let it fly away. Taking off the wig and stuffed it into a pocket. Ripping the mustache off and threw it away as well. "Ouch...that rather stung." He said to himself. He snuck through the halls. He then heard alarms going off and found the nearest window. Opening it and exited it. Slipping along the walls in the shadow. Back pressed to the walls. Coming to a ground window he military crawled passed it. Standing up and began searching for another open window.<span style="font-style: italic">Where the devil is my gun???</span>He thought again. Staying in a thick area of shadows. Putting his bandana back on.<br/><br/>Round one in his favor. Round two in whoever had his guns favor. Round three would begin soon....