Knowledge

"Dude, if you're not going to buy something, then leave," Dirk had said (within the first 30 seconds of the car pulling up), but the guy had loitered almost 10 minutes. "Pain in the junk," Dirk said to himself, kicking the boxes of Armway and Productive Chef products he was selling out of the back of his van. It had been a slow day after a lot of other slow days and rent was not happening before the 5th at this rate. Dirk had turned a crate over to use it as a stool, taken his sock off, and grabbed his favorite Asian supermarket foot powder when he heard growling (and panting in short order). The thing (somebody's horned up dog park escapee) came out of nowhere and Dirk jumped - instinctively tossing the foot powder onto the things head (sending up a puff of dust as it hit its fur). The thing cried out, backed up, clawed at itself, howled, and ran away, pausing at the edge of the parking lot to paw at its eyes. "Screw you, Fluffy," Dirk seethed, slamming the doors to the van shut and groaning. His brain told him that the foot powder contained a reduction of Fuzi (Aconitum Ferox or processed wolfsbane) and it can sting or burn a lycanthropic subject as a drop or granule. "Screw you, DVH," he said to himself, because he didn't want to know what he knew, not knowing how he knew it. It sucked being a Van Helsing. Dirk did not see headlights come on to the far right of the van; did not see the guy from before record a note to his phone and take a couple of pictures before driving off.