[X]Plan Audacity -[X]Call the three other semifinallists and ask if they saw something
-[X]Get Soul's Rest building permits/floor plans; they are public records filed with the city. Either cyberdevils or posing as students doing a holiday project for school should be enough
-[X]Visit Cleveland police station HQ under guise of asking when the next auction for impounded vehicles will happen, and use HMP on police computers
-[X]Visit where police/press report says Fred was found dead.Use Crown to ask identities of everyone involved in the death there
-[X]Cyberdevils: Research Doctor Markus Niemi. -[X]Get a bath to replenish Essence
-[X]Have that talk with Doctor Niemi
--[X]STUNT: "What are the odds the Reds try to jump us after we deal with the Pathfinders?" you ask your father as you lace up your Tims, black mailshirt reassuringly cool on the damp skin underneath your second least favorite flannel shirt. "Two to one" comes the reply after some consideration. "The Red Court has not, to my knowledge, enjoyed a reputation for being overly scrupulous." "Dad says ten to one, sir" offers Lydia, checking the pockets of a familiar jacket for cellphone and knuckles. "He says the Reds have ever been quick to stick knifes in the back of their nominal allies, let alone their enemies. And they're definitely watching the place."
[X] Have that talk with Doctor Niemi -[X] Use excellency (Subterfuge) to gain access to the doctor without alerting anyone --[X] Stunt: You and Lydia enter the Soul's Rest reception area, Michael following you. As you move towards reception, it's easy to act nervous in a way you aren't. A shift in posture, a moment of hesitation where none really exists. By the time you "muster the courage" to ask the receptionist if you could see the director of the facility about admitting your old Nana, she should be firmly convinced there's no risk in it. -[X] Use Excellency (Intimidation) when talking to the doctor --[X] As you enter the office of your target, his secretary leaving you alone, and closing the door behind you, your presence shifts. It is not a child of a distraught family that stands before him. It is someone who even his master should avoid, if it has enough mind to do so, lest it becomes the sacrifice on the altar of your epic tale. He, either a mortal or something who was once mortal, cannot do so, trapped as he is in the same room with you. The only option left for him is to offer his unconditional assistance.