Jo pulled over a mile away from the Office and retreated to her trunk. She had learned from the last production and she wasn't going to be taken off guard this time. Though she had no way of knowing how to kill the creature she was going to improvise. She dipped a large silver dagger in every kind of blood she had stored, even cutting herself with her pocket knife and dripping some of her own on to the weapon. Not bothering to wrap the wound, she took a quick glance of inventory in her trunk. Rock salt, moving through shadows was kind of spirit like, so she decided to sprinkle a little onto the tainted silver blade. She then wrapped the knife tightly in a plastic ziplock bag and stuffed it into her military back pack, as well as some other essentials: a small hatchet, the container of rock salt, her military issue pistol. "Eat your heart out Martha Stewart." Jo then proceeded to switch out her hooded leather jacket for a jean jacket, large hoop earrings and a little make up (Just enough to make her look suggestive.)
Pink was blasting in the car as she pulled up to the office, she needed to make sure she had the attention of everyone in the office, and fit the part. "Geek or airhead...geek or airhead?" Geek would be so much easier to play, airhead...well that was just painful, but everyone always seemed to go for the easy chic. A stick of gum should complete the picture and let the show begin. She pulled out her phone, the permanent one that is, and selected the contact named 'Blondie'. She had copied her number from her phone when she was passed out, Jo was sure she wouldn't mind. The phone had gone to voicemail, which suited Jo just fine. "Hey Blondie, its Jo. I'm at the Arizona State Mine Inspection office, just outside of town. I nearly 100% sure we're dealing with a Cuco. Long story short, Spanish version of the boogeyman. I'm thinking its hiding out in one of the mines here, I'm about to find out which one. The Perez kid, who was taken, doesn't have much time so I won't be wasting any. I could probably use some intel on this since I'm flying blind. There's nothing in the books. Please hit me up."
The gum smacked loudly in her mouth as she entered the office. "Hi, I'm looking for Joe." She fidgeted with the pen and notebook in her hand when the woman gave her a disgusted look. "Listen, I know he's really busy and all but I have paper to write and, well I waited until the last minute..." Joseph was leaving his office, a businessy looking fellow, seemed to be in his mid forties. Jo took the oppertunity to run up to him, placing a gentle hand on his. "Oh hi, I know your on your way home after a long hard day of work. But I've been such a dummy about my senior thesis on..." Thesis, too big of a word, dumb it down Jo, remember dumb as a rock." On rock formations in the mines. I was just hoping I could take a few pictures in the oldest must undisturbed mine in the near area." Joseph looked like he wan't paying much attention as he oogled her chest, which was a plus, but the nagging glares of the receptionist seemed to keep him in check. Jo suggestively turned him away from her and spoke in a soft voice. "I really need those pictures for my paper. I have a six pack in the car for an after party celebration?" And que pouty face. "Okay Miss, but they need to be quick pictures, the area's not safe." Hook, line and sinker! "You got it, Mister."