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May 25th, 2009 The posh little beemer slipped into a curbside parking stall smoothly, and it's driver exited the vehicle; her stiletto heals clicking on the pavement. Amanda (Mandy) Karlson lifted her sunglasses to take a closer look at the wide brick building. Then she checked an address on a slip of paper and pursed her lips. Walking around the building, she finally spotted a doorway at the far side. Once Mandy walked over to it, she didn't see a doorbell, but the door was open about a third. Shrugging, Mandy just poked her head inside "Hello?" While walking along the sidewalk, she had heard the sounds of someone punching, kicking or otherwise murdering a heavy bag. That sound had stopped the second she stepped from the sidewalk up to the doorway. After the bright afternoon sun, the interior of the building seemed dim. Her eyes could make out a figure, standing towards the center of the dojo. "Are you Alicia 'Thunderstanding' Whitling? I want to ask you about training..." As the business woman takes a step inside the dojo, Thunderstanding is able to assess her in less than a glance. Mid 30s and fit, but with absolutely no balance to indicate she has any combat experience... a basic self defense class would probably be more beneficial... she is just about to tell the interloper exactly this, when she speaks again. "I represent a client that would very much like to train with you."