Log:Family Ties, Scene 3

Family Ties 2011/02/14 	 Kuroko 3

The wonders of automation and virtual intelligence have reduced the reliance on raw manpower on the docks over the years. Still dock workers persist - there are some tasks that just require people. It's a shift change at the docks. A whistle sounds as one group of works filters out, and their relief filters in.

Kuroko leans against her car, and scans the faces of the exitting workers.

The passing dockworker eye Kuroko back in return. One of the dock workers seperates from his friends and walks over to Kuro. "Hey, there. Can I help you with something?"

Kuroko bows slightly, "Good evening to you. Perhaps you could help me? I am looking for Frank Ochoa"

The dock worker frowns, disappointed. He turns and calls out. "Frank! Getcher butt over here..." Frank appears, coming out of the gates to the docks. The dock worker starts to walk away, muttering under his breath about how married guys get all the lucky breaks.

Kuroko smiles, "If it's any consolation, I am merely investigating something for him, and neither of you are my type."

The dock worker pauses in his retreat and casts an optimistic smile back at Kuroko. "Hey, you know what they say... never judge a book by it's cover. I might surprise you."

Kuroko nods, "I would be very surprised indeed."

Frank walks over. "A book? Gimme a break, Gibbs -- you're one page at best, and pretty easy to see through." He turns to Kuroko. "I'm guessing you haven't found my sister."

Kuroko nods, "Indeed your surmise is entirely correct. I have some ideas as how to proceed, but, as my client, I felt I should get your assent before I acted."

Gibbs, the other dock worker, rejoins his friends. They head off to happy hour.

Frank digs his hands into his pockets. "Yeah? What is it?"

Kuroko says, "First, a police detective is investigating your sister, and is trying to find out why she's breaking parole. He may have information that might prove useful, but I am not entirely comfortable cooperating with the police."

"Maclan?" Frank asks. He folds his arms and tips his head a little to the side. "Forget that pig. He doesn't give a damn about my sister. If he wasn't so interested in finding her, I'd think that he was behind her disappearance."

Kuroko waits for his response before continuing.

Kuroko hmms, "Interesting." She mentally files away that tibbit, "Second, the Mafia seems unaware or her whereabouts, or at least I believe the lieutenant I spoke to when he claimed they had no idea. To that end, I would like to undertake a plan to shake things up and see what happens. To do so, I would need as many pictures of your sister in either of her forms that you might have, as well as any information on her personality, speech patterns, accent, quirks, catchphrases, and so forth. If you agree, I will use that information to impersonate her and see who comesout of the woodwork."

Frank raises a suspicious eyebrow at Kuroko. "You can do that?" He takes a moment to think about it. "Yeah, sure... At this point I'll try anything to find her..." He sighs. "Yeah, I think I have some photos back home. We weren't that close before she went to jail..." He pauses. "I... We didn't really see eye-to-eye about her choices."

Kuroko steps back out of view of the street and a shadow washes over her. When she steps back, she looks like Frank, "Yeah, I think I can do soemthing like that, ya know?"

Kuroko says, "But, yeah, we should go to your home and look over what ya got, and talk about what she's like."

Frank is at a bit of a loss. He stares and Kuroko for a few moments before pronouncing, "Yeah, I think I see why Ms. Bianci might have you on the payrole."

Kuroko chuckles and resumes her normal form, "Indeed. I think she finds me quite useful."