[occ: Megs npc'd Jones' part of the text convo]
It was supposed to have been a small no-nonsense delivery of some mid century silver coins. It had taken a bit of work to track down and acquire for a client but for Arlo it was all in a days work. The scratching from within the box as he slowly walked it to the back work room should have been an indication that something wasn't right. As it was, Arlo had just assumed a mouse or something had been caught inside. Coin boxes like this often sat in warehouses or basements for years on end, so the potential for all manners of things to get inside boxes and crates was high. Needless to say even with the foreknowledge that something might be inside, when he popped the top of the box open with a small crowbar and a creature with a long snout and a coat of black, fluffy fur sprung up in a shower of coins, the former MI6 agent almost had a heart attack. What in the hell was that!? It was bigger than a rat, smaller than a large cat but looked like some messed up platypus...
In hind sight Arlo should have just slammed the box lid back on and tossed the lot out into the back garbage bin and pretended nothing out of the ordinary had happened, however before he had a chance to get himself over the initial shock, the creature had managed to get itself out of the coin box and somewhere the shop. Over thirty minutes of cat and mouse play had the man at wits end. Whatever the creature was it definitely had a penchant for shiny things of great value... After 10 more minutes of chasing and herding and Arlo had finally managed to trap it in the back store room. But what did he do now? The thing couldn't just stay in there... and he doubted he could simply call animal control...wait, hadn't one of his buddies from the SIS mentioned something about a group being able to deal with something like this? The same group that was supposedly heading up the Human Enhancement program he'd signed onto?
Arlo quickly fished his phone out of his back pocked and sent off a quick text.
James, got a minute?
Sup Beaker? You coming for drinks?
Can't. Hey do you know who's in charge of that group running the program I signed onto?
Jones I think is the one you want. Everything ok?
Yeah, everything's fine. Just need to get a couple questions answered
Hold on, I should have her number. You owe me one.
Sure, drinks are on me next time
As soon as the number for the MI5 Director popped up, Arlo started a new conversation
How did you get this number, Arlo?
James Taylor SIS. Got a bit of a situation he said you could help with
And what makes you think I can help?
Paranormal right? Is the line secure?
As soon as he had the confirmation of a secure line Arlo wasted no time in flipping his phone into video mode and carefully cracked open the door to the store room and managed to catch a small 30 second clip of the creature as it happily rummaged through a box of miscellaneous objects. Once he had the clip, he sent it and waited anxiously for a reply.
Don't know what it is but it come in with a box of coins I just had delivered
I'll send a team down to investigate. Would you be willing to come in for an interview?
Sure. Just get it out of my shop. Thing is eating my livelihood
Interesting. I'll have them there in half an hour. I need an address
53-64 Chancery Ln, London. I'll be out front
He returned the phone to his back pocket and let out a deep breath. Hopefully the team would be here sooner than the 30 minutes promised, and hopefully the creature would stay contained within the store room. The last thing he needed was it running free range through the shop. Arlo offered one last glance at the locked door before limping slowly toward the front entrance.