It had taken Jonah a few days but he had managed to find the campaign headquarters for the mysterious Bancroft. He had tried to track various of the members he had seen on TV but it had actually been Notte that had brought him back the information. She had found the building covered with signs announcing the location and a bit garish to her senses.Public rolls were made use of throughout the entire story.
The killer smiled at the information and thought for a few moments, trying to decide if it would be better for him to enter the building or send Harper. The notion of sending his thrall was soon dismissed though, if they were found out, he didn't want to risk putting the girl in danger and he knew that he could handle whatever Bancroft or his master might throw at him.
Standing in front of the mirror, he focused and allowed his form to shift to something less obvious than that of a 7' muscle bound behemoth. There was nothing specific about the new being in front of the mirror, it was a study in averages. Moving closer to the mirror, the appearance cracked for a moment and the form seemed false, even to his own eyes. He would need to be careful, and not let anyone get too close.
Jonah stuffed his hands in to his pockets and headed in the direction that Notte had directed him and the wraith fell in line beside him. He would need her, depending on how this went. The activity in the building seemed to be winding down near the close of the day but there was still a human presence there. The killer couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing but pressed forward anyway.
Trying the door, he found it locked and grunted in frustration. His first response was to yank the door open anyway but he stopped himself, knowing that that would not be the best course of action. Hearing sounds inside, he brought his fist up and knocked on the door in what he hoped was an obvious manner.
The chatter in the building continued and for a moment Jonah thought that he would have to knock again but the door was opened and a friendly looking man was on the other side. "Sorry, we're finishing up for today and weren't expecting anyone. Can we help you?" The man's face grew confused as he looked at Jonah and he frowned, sensing that something was off about the man he didn't recognize, and Jonah stepped back to preserve the illusion.
"I was hoping to volunteer," his voice cracked as it normally did but it was an unexpected noise for both men and Jonah covered it with a cough. "Sorry, summer cold. I just got off work and wanted to stop by and see if I could help?"
The man looked skeptical for a moment but eventually stepped aside and left the door open. Since the scandal with the car and the beating, support was down and if someone was willing to help, it wasn't his place to turn them down. "If you'd like, there's an empty desk right there," he pointed to one in the middle of the room but slightly removed from the cluster of other volunteers. "We're doing internet searches for local businesses that aren't currently supporting us in the race. It's too late to call them but we can at least get their contact information." He handed Jonah a copy of the businesses that had already been listed. "My name is Aaron by the way. And you are?"
"J...John. I'm John." Henry pulled something from his shirt pocket and bent over a desk with his back to Jonah. "Well John, welcome to the club." He pressed a sticker that read Hello My Name Is: with John scrawled in black sharpie under it.
Jonah smiled at the man and sat down, beginning to search for various businesses. Smirking, he listed Silks with the contact information he found online on the paper and used his body to hide the camera as he snapped a quick photo showing them as a potential backer. Resuming his typing, he waited for Notte to map out the building and return to him.
"There is a room with many metal boxes." Her voice spoke directly in to his ear and he jerked from being startled and tried to cover it with a sneeze. "Excuse me," he called to no one in particular and someone replied with the obligatory bless you.
Standing, he wanders back in the direction that Notte had come from. "Just going to find some tissue." As soon as he was out of sight, his pace quickened and Notte showed him the room that she had found. The door was locked and he debated a moment on whether he should try and force it open or be more delicate.
The lock wasn't expertly made, it was just an office building that was being rented out, so he slid a fingernail in to the lock and teased the chamber for a moment before the door popped open. Shutting it behind him, he was so focused on the filing cabinet that he failed to lock it. The top two drawers were unlocked and he ignored them as soon as they slid free, but the bottom two were fastened shut.
"John? You ok?" He heard a voice call out that was rapidly coming closer. He no longer had time for subtlety so he grabbed both handles and pulled as hard as he could. Stacking them on top of each other, he stuffed them under his arm and pulled his tome from his pocket, reading over the words quickly, he was transported from the room back to the Eyrie, both drawers filled to the brim with unread files.