"Okay. Our best bet is to confront him when he's not on his turf, maybe kind of public. If he wants to make it a fight, he'll have to wait. Tomorrow I'll go into town and look for him."

A "plan" formed, they go their separate ways. 

And the next day, Stiles takes Scott and Kero to the center of town. 

Nope.

"Okay. Um. Kero, do you want to get something to eat, while we're out. Doesn't have to be completely wasted." 

"Ooh, ice cream?"

Scott gets enough ice cream for three.

Stiles gets one, and Kero gets the other two.

Eeee nom~

(Who knows where in this tiny body all that ice cream is going. Certainly not inside.)

Stiles proves quite capable of putting it all away, too, but he's a teenage boy.

"So are we doing ice cream instead of finding this guy? Because that seems kind of important."

"We can't just attack him at his house, we have to just...run into him. On purpose. We'll try again tomorrow."

And tomorrow, some people have actual work to do.

Like math. Lots of math. Wow, so much fun.

Math.

All good things must come to an end.

Alistair exits math, and walks through the courtyard to his next class.

At which point he is interrupted by this kid, holding a pink staff.

"Hi, we met yesterday? I'm the cardcaptor. Kero, this is him," the boy whispers to his backpack.

His head pops out of the backpack. "It is! ...I don't know who he is."

"What the hell is that? Some kind of new toy? I don't have time for this, kid."

He tries to walk past him.

"Windy, surround us."

Yup, that's a pink staff and a card doing what they do best.

What Windy does best is wind. She does the thing.

"What was your plan, exactly? This is reckless and stupid, and if I thought my faith in Clow was shaken before, this really takes the cake."

"We just want to know what you want with the Clow cards."

"You weren't doing your job, so I thought it should be in better hands. I'm a liberator." 

"Kero, I thought you said there could only be one cardcaptor?"

"That's right. Clow never mentioned a liberator."

"Sword, I call upon your power. Lend me skill in this hour."

It glows and surrounds Alistair's arm, and then he's holding a long, thin rapier with a knuckle protector.

He offers the boy a few pointers.