A place to start looking

“At least she'll be easy to track,” the doctor mutters to himself as he leaves the storybook-styled house, “an unstoppable **** of mindless rage isn't exactly going to be subtle. I should check the news… maybe present my THUNDER card to the local police.”

Benjamin heads to his rental car in the driveway, sits down, and checks his phone… no messages yet. Nodding, he pulls up Moogle Maps and enters the address for his temporary residence: A rented cabin by a lake. The dictor starts the car, and begins the ten minute drive. It's a nice enough drive: Lots of trees on either side, the only thing that really bugs the good doctor about it is that the road is far too narrow… he has no idea how he's going to pass a car going the other way.

Not that he sees one: This part of Bavaria is pretty remote.

Dr. Beaux gets to his cabin… which also looks like it came out of a fairy tale, it's just the style out here… and parks in the driveway. He gets out, gets his bags from the trunk, walks to the door, types the code into the specialty doorknob, and enters the living room. He sets most of his bags aside, keeeping the laptop bag. He hangs his coat - his super uniform, such as he has - on a freestanding wooden coat rack, and sets aside his translation glasses. Sitting down on the couch, Benjamin gets out his laptop, hooks it up to the cabin's wifi, and starts searching. He checks the news for werewolves, animal attacks, cattle deaths, and other things. He refines each type of search by the location and date range… unfolds a map of the area (an actual paper map, purchased at a gas station on the way in) and over the course of an hour of reading articles and marking the map up with dots and dates, he starts to get a picture.

Horses, cows, pigs, sheep, and deer are nightly targets… Angela has been **** on the independent ranchers in the area. Human deaths only follow when folks try to defend their cattle… which happens about once a week, and in one case, yes, escalated into an encounter with the local military… just one armored car, though, stupid translation software… she DID cut the metal plates with her claws, though. The attacks make a big circle… which, with some push pins, a little yarn, and some lines made from the same, give good odds her base camp is in those mountain foothills. It's still a few square miles to cover, but it's a place to start.

The doctor finds the ‘before’ interesting as well… there's reports of young women out alone at night dying to animal attacks in a long chain, like a migrating predator… which stopped just eight weeks ago, near the parents’ cabin, then had a four week gap before the local wander started. Checking the time, Benjamin yawns, and orders delivery… some sausages, he thinks, the English version of the menu isn't great… and checks the timeline: An hour. Time enough for a shower, then….

The doctor finds the bathroom and strips down, setting his suit coat aside showing how his chest bumps press on his dress shirt… which he unbuttons, revealing a simple t-shirt. That goes next, pulled over Benjamin's head, showcasing his no-nonsense white cotton bra. With practiced ease he reaches back and unhooks the clasp, letting his melons - each larger than his head - hang free. Setting the garments aside, he then doffs his shoes and socks showing his dainty unpainted toes with perfect (if short) nails. He then opens the clasp on his belt, draws it out, unfastens his slacks, and drops them, revealing plain white panties and perfectly smooth legs. Next up is the underwear itself, which slides down with no resistance, revealing a hairless snatch with lips already spread. Idly wondering why the shower doesn't use frosted glass on the door, he steps inside and turns the water on…

Which is FREEZING. Cringing, Dr. Beaux steps out, turns the heat up, and waits, putting his hand in the water periodically. Fifteen minutes later, he frowns, and shuts the water off: It's still cold. He walks back out to the living room (he's the only one here), grabs his laptop, and starts going through the documentation on the rental. After ten minutes of reading, he runs across something unintelligible that seems to be about the water heater.

Benjamin purses his lips, “Okay… so I maybe need to turn that on. Where is it…” After twenty minutes of searching, he finally finds something that has a label where his phone translation says it's a “Super Effective On Demand Hot Water” device. Another ten minutes, and he's satisfied that it's on… it's at least making some sounds.

That's when the doorbell rings.

The doctor walks barefoot to the door, opens it up, and finds a young wide-eyed delivery driver who stutters some foreign nonsense, and doesn't even hand over the box of food.

As Dr. Beaux reaches over to grab it from the man's hands, he realizes: He never put his clothes back on, hoping to solve the water problem quickly and get back to the shower. Pausing and looking down at his bare chest blocking his view of what lies below, Benjamin shrugs, grabs the box from the driver's unresisting hands, and closes the door.

He finds the food a little spicier than he likes, but okay, and then finally gets his hot shower.