Right.  It was still technically during the day time, so this was lunch and not dinner.  Damn, we had done a lot for just the morning, hadn't we?  And I didn't even have the excuse of the guys in noir where it was always night, or anything, it was still quite visibly day.  Call it too much pop cultural osmosis.  "Yeah, that sounds good.  Let's go."  We get back in his car and head off to his place, though while we ride there, I notice something.  My boobs are a bit tingly and there's a distinct sensation in my high school panties.  I make note to burn off the energy later, when Junior's not around and I'm not liable to out myself to him.<br/><br/>We get there, and it becomes apparent that following me isn't the only thing that's happened to anyone connected to Ingress today.  Put up another tally mark next to 'not typical gang behavior' on the board.  Did any of the Killjoys even<em>know</em>where Junior lived?  I wait outside, as he tells me to, frankly I'm glad for the opportunity to just sit down and do nothing, and then come inside when he invites me.  "Good.  Complicated always bores me.  Any of these idiots, I don't know, happen to leave behind something pretty clearly identifying themselves?  Like, I don't know, a business card saying 'If lost, please return to my sorry ass along with a new asshole?'"