Tarzan rushed down the narrow streets of Washington DC trying to push past as gentle as he could as he tried to get to the address printed on his letter. "scuse me, pardon me, Sorry Lady, no offense." he grunted as he pushed his way through.<em>No time for subtleties,</em>He thought after his thirtieth rude glare.<em>They've started without me by now, I'm sure. Got to get out of this crowd.</em>Tarzan thought as he scrambled for a way to escape the mass of pressing bodies. Tarzan smiled as he found it. Tensing for the briefest of moments he leapt straight up to the startled gasps of some of the more observant members of the crowd and caught a ledge in one large hand. With a bit of a swing and a ripple of well defined muscles he was on the roof. "Ah finally, space to run." He sighed happily as he started to run. As he picked up speed the animal in him came to the surface. With each step his body moved a little more like the Apeman he had been when Jane found him, until he was running like his jungle brothers once more. Loping and jumping from roof to roof at a breakneck speed.<br/><br/>By the time he had reached The White House and followed its instructions get to the underground bunker he was having trouble reading, let alone thinking straight. "Tarzan miss Meeting, not know where go." He sniffed the air in the small stone bunker, picking up the aromas of Talc, Mechanic oil, stale tobacco, and two distinct perfumes. "Left. Not far. Tarzan find where gone." Tarzan sniffed the floor and search the desk, but found nothing. Then out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a small business card, fallen on the floor, lost or discarded. It smelled heavily of the oil he had picked up before and Tarzan was sure it had belonged to one of the gentleman he was supposed to meet here. He smiled momentarily, showing all his teeth with pride,<em>Tarzan find them now</em>" Dinner. Ms. Kane." He said out loud to no one in particular as he once more set of down the street.<br/><br/>Forty minutes later found him standing on the front lawn of the Kane Estate, a grand Victorian affair that dwarfed its closest neighbors, staring in the windows at the trio of people seated there. Their scents, even at this distance, were unmistakable through the open window. These were to be his companions. Annoyed by the screen that separated him from his new tribe, he sank his hands into the metal frame wrenching it easily out of its base and leapt through the window. Smiling his biggest full toothed grin, to show how happy he was to have found these people at last, he landed amongst the trio, with a grunt and growl of greeting.