<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/76/Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg/600px-Www-bangtidy-net-756159.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Seattle, WA | August 16, 2017 | 11:02 PM PST<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Shae, Dara, Elijah<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Finding Cover<br/><br/>Once out of the cordon around the hotel, which was struggling to maintain itself in silence, with disruption of electricity as well, the four wound their way to cover and paused briefly.  Outside of the deadzone, they could talk again, but did so only briefly, long enough for Kumiho to direct them to follow her to safety.<br/><br/>Not exactly safety, Kumiho mused to herself as she led the other three out of the downtown and towards a rundown neighborhood on the fringes of development.  It would be a place to collect themselves, but it was only temporary.  Kumiho was already considering how to jump ship and remove all traces leading from that rental to wherever she went next.  If they ended up being tracked somehow, and Kumi never put anything past Tac 6, there would need to be nothing to be learned from her rental, or the identity which had rented it.  Lucky enough, Kumiho was good at this, and was sure she could simply abandon that identity without anything be traced back to any other version of Kumiho.<br/><br/>With the bubble of invisibility still covering them, Kumiho, in her Tac 6 guise, led the others into a ratty apartment building.  It once had probably been a nice three story home or a duplex, but some slumlord had divided it into as many apartments as possible.  In the back on the second floor, Kumiho unlocked a nondescript door and led them all into what might liberally be described as a room.  In one corner was a curtained off toilet, sink and shower stall, and in the other a kitchenette.  Ungracefully filling the middle was a futon mattress on the floor.  A small stool held a police scanner and a cold bowl of noodles.  Other than a backpack there was little else here.<br/><br/>"This will be safe enough for the moment," Kumiho finally said, closing and locking the door.  "It should be hard for them to track us, if not impossible, but unless you stay invisible forever, someone's going to see you two."  Cracking her knuckles, Kumi looked down and realized she was still in the guise of a Tac 6 officer.  With a shake and a shrug she changed that.  With something between a shimmer and a crawl of color and texture, Kumi's form shifted into that of a dark skinned, dark haired woman, dressed in cargo pants and a tank top.  She looked nothing like the woman who had worn the uniform, being quite a bit shorter, slender like a dancer.  Pulling her long black hair back, she tied it into a quick knot and went to sit on the mattress's corner.