The next morning, you are more or less invited (or is that summoned?) to the coffee house, which is fortunately within easy walking distance of your new lair.  Your troubled dreams from the night before, steamy as they may have been, are at least easily set aside in the face of the day's new possibility...<br/><br/>Only you don't get more than halfway before something interrupts you.  It looks like one of Ingress's staff. and she's running straight for you with four or five biker-jacket wearing thugs in hot pursuit!<br/><br/><strong>"Help me, <em>onechan</em>!"</strong><br/><br/>She isn't the one who kept giving you snide looks the other night.  That one was, for want of a better term, a tabby.  This one looks more Persian from her fluffier tail and long, wavy locks of pale gold.  Also, she looks younger, or at least smaller in height, and fuller of bountiful, bouncing boobies than the snide one...<br/><br/>Head out of the gutter.  Those goons are wielding crowbars and chains.  They mean business!