White: King's Bishop B5 > A4

Amanda had watched as the young man left the store upset and afraid for his Jessica. The reporter felt deep down in her gut that something was happening here, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She acted like she was browsing through this assortment of truly bizarre trinkets and... was that a frog foot? Amanda really didn't feel comfortable here, but she wanted to scope this place out to see what was going on. She heard a door open and close towards the rear of the store and a young man, local from the looks of him, walk up and stash something under the counter. Amanda pretended not to notice when the old man whispered something to the man who just entered. She couldn't make it out, but the fact he was trying to conceal his voice didn't sit well with her.

The young man walked up to her and tried to start a conversation, "Hello, my name is Richard. I help the old man run this place, is there anything I can help you with?" the man smiled but something about it just rubbed Amanda the wrong way.

"No thanks, I was just curious and looking around," Amanda replied, trying her best to remain cheery. Whatever had happened to this Jessica, she had a pretty good hunch that this man and possibly the proprietor behind the counter were involved and she didn't want to find out by having a first hand reenactment. She walked out the door, walked across the street, and quickly looked over her shoulder. Sure enough, it looked like this 'Richard' was following her. She'd have to lose him somehow...

Doc Jumbia watched as the man helping him with the Spirit's task left after the beautiful blonde woman and hoped he had more success than last time. However, having already failed once, he quickly picked up his phone and started reaching out to many of his contacts. A good portion of them were just young men like the one he had just enlisted, locals that worked in a variety of fields, some legal, some not. To these ones, he made offers much the same as he had to Jamal, with quick money for a task that at least to his contacts, didn't seem much like work at all.

Others lead groups of men, were famous, or otherwise lead very profitable, professional careers. To those among this group that money would not satisfy, he offered less tangible rewards. Some didn't even need the offer of a reward at all, they told the Doctor that the task was all the reward they needed.

This left two more to contact. The first, an old friend, he left with a message that things might get a little messy on his turf and that if he didn't want to get caught up in things he might want to keep out of the way. The other, he left a message stating that he would have merchandise he might be interested in by the next day, at a discount, and that he could show up any time.

With this, the Doc waited for the pieces the Spirits had set in motion to fall in place. Soon he would have his offering to the Great Spirit Uzulu.