episode 7 - Looking for Answers

I sat down behind the termite-infested, semi-destroyed table I call my office desk. This would definitely have to go, and now I had the finances to make it happen. Ah, the things money could do...

Back to business. Here I recalled Dad's Great Mantra in solving problems.

Step 1: Define the Issue.
Step 2: Define the Obstacles.
Step 3: Overcome each of the obstacles.
Step 4: If you cant overcome anything, you did Step 2 wrong, or you're screwed.

Thanks for stating the obvious Dad. But being the filial son that I was, I put it to practise.

Step 1 - The Issue
-I needed to tag Lukinor Twubber.
-I needed to bug her apartment.
-I needed to follow her where ever she went.

Step 2 - Obstacles
- 42 floors of concrete.
- One big bodyguard.
- 2 big bouncers guarding the entrace to her "invitation only" club.
- A few even bigger personal trainers that would whoop my ass at the gym.

Step 3 - The solution
-...
-...
-...
-...

That was all I got after 3 hours of deliberating. ZERO solutions. Fantastic. What was I supposed to do now? I decided to move on to step 4. I needed to redefine the obstacles. I wouldnt want to be screwed this early in the game.

I decided to start with 42 floors of concrete, that being the place where I would be able to learn the most, and maybe even get a shot of Lukinor in the shower. Mmmm... Nice...

I walked over to the chest of drawers where I kept the rest of my family heirloom; clothes handed down from my grandfather which I modified into disguises. I rummaged through the pile of clothes and emerged with the brown shirt and pants that matched the uniform of a delivery boy, complete with the company's logo sewn above the left breast pocket. The uniform looked so ORIGINAL I had to stop and admire my work. Maybe I should have gone into tailoring instead...

I prepared the props I would need; a clipboard, a delivery notice to Ms Lukinor Twubber, and a big empty cardboard box filled with a bit of weight. I ironed my outfit myself since Clarrisa wasnt here to do it for me, then I put it onand checked myself in the mirror. I looked EXACTLY like an Employee of UPS. Perfect.

In the words of my sergeant back when I was in the Special Forces,

"Troops, let's go for a recon."