Amanda sighed and thanked the man. She walked outside, rubbing her temples. She had gotten up way too early and she felt a slight headache coming on. The driver did give her some information and she sighed once more, taking out her phone and making some more notes on the notepad function. Her list was getting larger with every move she made. Amanda looked down at her phone and read the list so far.<br/><br/>- Tracking team (missing minutes)<br/>- 13 Harpend Close (source and destination van)<br/>- 'white Mazda' (call Jill for details)<br/>- St. William Street (investigate for street cams or store cams)<br/><br/>She decided to call Jill to see if she had gotten any information as she made her way to her desk once more, walking through the building. The phone didn't ring long; tracker teams hadsmall offices, which they rarely bothered to leave. Amanda heard the the slight bleep to announce the lifting of the phone at the far end, followed by a weary sigh and a slightly peeved answer of<i>"Yes, Jill speaking?" </i><br/><i>"Williams here, how's it going?"<br/>
"Ah, yes, right..."</i><br/><br/>Jill was quiet momentarily, her voice replaced by the tapping of keys that announced she was busy checking something or another.<i>"Yes, well the van's still sitting in his drive, so no news there. The car that blocked it's path's been found, burnt out... Got forensics taking a look but you know the sort of thing, there's no way in hell they're going to find anything. Bit of a dead-end, that one." </i><br/>Amanda cursed quietly, she could've used some info on that.<i>"No license plate to ID then, I take it?"</i><br/><i>"It's got a D and a six in it, but that's all that can still be seen, so no luck whatsoever. Sorry, Amanda!" </i><br/><br/>Amanda rubbed one of her temples in thought.<i>"I take it you haven't found anything about what happened during the drug-transfer yet?"</i><br/><i>"Not a thing. We reckon we've pinned down where they dragged the goods out, but they weren't stupid, they stuck to the backalleys. No cameras to follow, and witnesses are hard to come by at that time of night." </i><br/>Jill sighed again, this time in mild exasperation. Trackers were happy when they could track; not happy when their information networks found themselves foiled.<i>"All I can suggest is go to the van... Though, don't you think it a little weird that they'd be so careful with everything except the van... Just... Odd, isn't it?"</i><br/><i>"Why be careful with the van when you intend to use it to trap some unsuspecting coppers into going after it?" </i><br/><br/>Amanda replied, frowning slightly.<br/><i>"It's not weird.. it's smart. It's a bluff, something they want to shove in our faces and dangle as a bait." </i>And yet, she knew, the chances of her going there to investigate were getting larger by the second. With this little information to go by, there was little choice but to do anything else.<br/><i>"Yeaaah, I guess you're right. What else are you gonna do though, right? Maybe take a friend or two, just in case." </i><i>"I'll just have to see. Thanks for the update Jill! Call me if you've got anything else."</i><br/><i>"Yup!"</i>, Jill said, before the line died and the small background noise that had been evidence she was on the line silenced.<br/><br/>Amanda shut down her computer and got up, pulling her leather coat over her shoulders and zipping it up halfway to her chest. She grabbed the paper bag with her sandwich in it still and made her way over to St. William Street to see if she could find any security cams from nearby shops that may have been aimed at the place of the robbery, or to ask anyone if they had seen anything. Chances that going there would reveal anything were slim, but she'd like to be informed before she made her next step.<br/><br/>An hour or two later, she parked her car on Garden Avenue and stepped out. From here it was only a short walk to Harpend Close. Amanda took a deep breath and tapped her jacket briefly to check if her gun was still on her body. She was alone, but she'd be careful. She didn't intend on doing anything except to check out the van and stay as quiet as possible. Nothing could happen if she laid low, right?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>