<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/43/Bfi-00n-g67.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Juan Sánchez Villa-Lobos Ramírez<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Outside the Linbergh Estate - Singapore<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Any<br/><br/>If there was one thing Ramírez had learned, it was that when you were somewhere you weren't supposed to be, it was more important than ever to appear like you had more right to be there than anyone else. That and never to play cards with anyone who kept more knives in his sleeves than you did aces.<br/><br/>"Alright." he said to his band of extremely loyal and quite strange little followers "Since we got in, now we need to find out what is going on in here. Wu said there was something nasty going on in here, and it's up to us to find it."<br/><br/>"And then what?" asked Daft Willy, much to Ramírez complete lack of surprise.<br/><br/>"We steal it." replied Big Yin, which got a chorus of approving sounds and smiles from the rest.<br/><br/>"You come let me know what it is." said Ramírez, before the Pictsies started off. "And don't let yourselves be seen. There's a big party going on here, lots of people about."<br/><br/>"And maybe some not people too." replied Willy, which drew a frown from Ramírez.<br/><br/>"What do you mean by not people?" he asked, cautiously.<br/><br/>"I've a bad feeling in me water." the Pictsie replied, grimacing and shuffling from foot to foot. Before Ramírez could ask just what he meant by that, the Pictsie dashed under the bed, and after a moment could be heard a long exhalation of relief.<br/><br/>"He always does that when there's beasties aboot." said Horace the Cheese, the rest of the band nodding sagely.<br/><br/>"Aye. And he sometimes does that on the beasties too." added Big Yin.<br/><br/>"His water's nae wrong." replied Ruairi. "Except when he has a few drams too many."<br/><br/>"And that time w' the curried eel." added Horace. "And when he had that icicle stuffed up his .."<br/><br/>"I get the idea." Ramírez broke in. "Now, spread out, see if you can find anything that shouldn't be here, and then come back and get me."<br/><br/>"We should'ne be here." said Daft Willy, coming back out from under the bed. "Do we need to let you know that?"<br/><br/>"No, I already know that." said Ramírez. "We're looking for something else. Or maybe someone else. Just go look. And try not to steal anything too obvious." he added, looking at Willy again.<br/><br/>The Pictsie looked somewhat scundered, to use their own terminology. "Ah well, I still say I could have gotten than big clock away wi'out anyone noticing."<br/><br/>Ramírez cocked his head slightly to one side as he glared down at the Pictsie. "It was six feet tall. Six feet tall clocks do not move by themselves. Nor do they talk to people." He shook his head. "Now, get going."<br/><br/>Before his words died away, he was alone in the room. He'd take a look around downstairs where the party was first. If there was anything hidden, he'd wager it was underground. Nodding to himself, he went out into the hallway, pulled the door behind him, and set off walking with that particular stride of someone attempting to show they are not as drunk as they actually are.