Post by Alec Ryan Sutton on May 5, 2017 1:22:02 GMT -8
Agent Warner: Warner had left the offices, there was only so much sitting and staring at the fucking phones and terminals that he could stand. One more pat on the back, or one more look from one of the other women on the team and he'd have punched someone. How the fuck does someone just up and disappear in the age of technology? He scoured through the club, without trying to draw attention to himself. No lap dances, no booze, though that only lasted until he'd heard for the fifth time that night that no one had seen 'Blaire' since the other night. And the news that she had been gone before her show time, had him cursing under his breath. –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec had waited outside the Federal building, watching the lot, until he saw Agent Douche leave the office. Starting the car, he'd followed the man, keeping a discreet three car lengths between them. When he made it to the club, Alec followed him in, though he sat at a table well behind and to the left of the man, and stuck to the shadows. Alec didn't eschew drink, but he wasn't taking any lap dances either. He kept Warner in his peripheral and listened to everything the man asked and each answer he was given. A nerve in his jaw had begun to tick, but he remained calm. Maybe a little too calm.
Agent Warner: Warner turned and he headed for the side door, the one that allowed for the girls in the club to make a little extras money, or plan their rendezvous with some of the club patrons for after hours. He stepped into the alley, and finally pulled the flask from his inner pocket on the jacket he wore. He'd never changed from his work suit before heading to the club. A good drink, and then he turned around in the alleyway, giving a glance over the place, before tugging out a flashlight from his other pocket, and snapping it on to fan the light outward. Walking paces along the alleyway and looking for any fucking sign of a clue. You don't just vanish someone before a show and not leave something behind. –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec waited until the man was out of view before he rose, drink knocked back, cash left on the table and then he was following the man. He paused before stepping through the back, making sure the man wasn't there, waiting for him, and then he was following the man's path to the alley door. Alec opened the door, and was through it and on the other side of the alley before it had started its swing closed, making sure he was behind Warner when the man turned toward the door at the sound of its opening.
Agent Warner: He had the flashlight sweeping the alleyway, back closer to where it closed off closer to the club's back, and yet when he heard the door opening, he turned around to see who it was that had come through. Warner was expecting one of the girls, or maybe even one of the girls and one of their patrons looking for a quick cop a feel off the club's clock, or hell, blowjobs were not uncommon in alleyways near strip clubs too. Warner knew that shit first hand. Single guy; Fed job. Stress was a bitch. Flashlight panned upward and toward the door he'd come out. "Who's there?" –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec was on him, as soon as he turned, hands fisted into that suit jacket as he lifted him off his feet and slammed him back into the wall. His words, when he spoke were low, snarled, temper barely leashed. "Where is she?" He hadn't let go of the man, held him there against the wall, feet dangling from the pavement. Alec wanted to slam him into the wall again, but refrained from doing so. The man couldn't answer questions if he was unconscious.
Agent Warner: The sudden movement caught Warner by surprise, yeah, but it was the sudden force that had him lifted off his feet, that caused the flask to fall and the flashlight as well as he reached to grab hold of the hands holding him hoisted up against the wall. "What the FUCK.." He stammered, and then when recognition hit the man's eyes, he started shoving off the hands holding him. "Lemme the fuck go, man. Get the fuck off me.. I won't tell you SHIT if you don't let go of me.." He was angry, caught off-guard in a dark fucking alleyway, and by a guy that had been hounding his phone at the office and his personal cell all damn day. –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec's grip shifted, one hand taking hold of the coat, the other closing around Warner's throat. "You will tell me, one way or another. It's up to you how bloody this gets." Alec's eyes searched Warner's, waiting for that bit of realization that he was well and truly fucked before he'd let the man go. Once he got that look in Warner's eyes, he set the man on his feet, and immediately slipped his hand into the Agent's jacket, slipping his sidearm from his holster. The mag was dropped, the round in the chamber sent flying out when the slide was pulled free. Alec handed Warner the pieces of his Glock and then folded his arms over his chest, legs braced shoulder width apart as he regarded the man. "Next time I call, and ask for answers, you better give them to me. Now what the hell happened?"
Agent Warner: The grip tightened, and Warner was caught between a madman and a fucking wall. He got the look he wanted, and when he finally let him go, he gave a hard raspy breath, before he felt the sudden grab and take of his weapon. "The fuck!" He glared at Alec, taking back the pieces of his service weapon. "The fuck are you?" He grunted, and shook his head. "Morris know you're this fucking crazy?" He smirked, and then after putting the gun back together, or what the fuck he could do with it, he moved to pick up his flask from the ground and the flashlight next. Turning it off, and putting it back into his pocket before he turned on Alec. Not all the booze gone from the flask, he took a drink. "She texted me. Said some shit was going down, not even working girl time, and wanted me to meet her." He gave him a stare, another drink off the flask. "I didn't make the meet up time here." –d
Alec R Sutton: "Doesn't surprise me." The look Alec gave the man said it all. Alec's opinion of the man was very low indeed. "She give any indication of what was going down?" The fact that Cam was gone before her shift last night, and Douche was just now showing up? "So, you didn't think to check the scene until now. What's the number on her burner?"
Agent Warner: "Yeah, so who the fuck do you think you are? There was a few guys out here already, but they're techs. They're not fucking field men, so I came out here to see if there was shit they missed." He snarled the words at Alec. "She said there'd been some guy hanging around the last night or two. Really interested in a few of the girls, but not all of them. Like he was hand-picking them for whatever the fuck reason." He Gave a shoulder shrug. "That was all she said last check-in. She only said something was up, something was fishy, and wanted me to pull a boyfriend visit." A smirk, then he shook his head. "I got called to help another team and was gone all night." –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec's hand shot out once more, fingers curling around Warner's throat as he pushed him back against the wall once more. "Who the fuck I am is your worst nightmare." One brow rose as he regarded the agent. "Your partner calls for a check, and you go off on another call?" Alec pulled him forward and smacked him back against the wall again, eyes on his, pupils dilating as he locked his gaze to Warner's. "You tell me. What call was so important that you couldn't give your partner the check she needed?"
Agent Warner: Warner wasn't expecting that. He should have, but the flask fell again, and he reached to grab at the hand on his throat. The smack back against the wall had him grunting, what air he had was depleting quickly, and he was gasping. Hands pounded against Alec's chest. "Missing cop..." He gave a hard grunt, and then sent a hand back against him, trying to swing on him to get loose. "Strip club. Drug cover. Missing.." He was pissed, more that he couldn't figure out how the little fucker was holding him up, but with air not getting in quick enough, he was struggling more for freedom than understanding. –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec's lip curled as he regarded the man, and finally, he let him go again and stepped back. "You're lucky I need you alive." Alec glanced around, and then looked back at Warner. "This cop that's missing... Woman?" It would make sense. Hanging around a strip club, selling drugs, she could have been a target as well. "I need the files that the PD has on their case. You're going to get them for me."
Agent Warner: Let go, Warner gasped in hard for air. He turned and coughed, and then stared back at Alec. He felt against his throat, and then looked along the alley before back at Alec. "Yeah. Undercover at a club like this. Missing too. Few days before Cam." He said it casually, and looked at Alec like he'd lost his head. "You want..what? Those are files only we can get. How the fuck do you think you're getting those files..?" –d
Alec R Sutton: "I'm going to get them, because you're going to give them to me." Alec stepped in, his eyes on Warner's, boring into them. "I want copies of everything, do you understand? And then you and I are going to find Cam, and the cop. And you're not going to give me any more shit about it, because there is nothing I would enjoy more at this moment than ripping your fucking heart out, but fortunately for you, I need you." And yes the words were sarcastic and snarled, and Alec's lip curled in distaste as he spoke, but truth of the matter was, that the fed had resources that Alec didn't.
Agent Warner: Warner met the man's gaze, and there was that shift of his position against the wall. "I will get you the files. Copies of everything." He stated in the casual way he'd mentioned Cam's disappearance earlier. "We'll find Morris and the cop." He said it again, and then gave a short blink, before he dragged a hand over his head. "I'll get the copies of the files. Only link is a business associate of both clubs." He said. Then looked at Alec. "The burner is dead. Our techs were tracking it from serial number, to tower, to the number itself. It's like it fucking vanished with her." –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec patted the man's cheek. "Glad you're on board." Stepping back, he started looking around the alley, more than looking, smelling, trying to pick up Cam's scent. "I'll have to get a few more people involved in this. People with special abilities." Alec turned and looked back at Warner. "You're not going to mention my or their involvement in this to your fed buddies or the cops. Got it?"
Agent Warner: "More people?" Warner rubbed his hand at the back of his neck. "What the hell kind of abilities can beat out our tech?" He glanced at Alec, and caught the man's gaze. That long silence, before he gave a nod. "Yeah. No telling about you or them." He said it casually, and then gave a slow look around. Cam had been there, but it had been hours before, well over 24 hours at this point. She'd be gone two days now. A shake of his head. –d
Alec R Sutton: "We need a blood hound." He pulled his phone and tried calling Cori, but didn't get an answer so he tried Ki. No answer there either so he left the same message he had with Cori. "Need your nose to find Cam. Hit me back... Please." Okay so he was more friendly with Cori and the please with Ki was more after thought than anything. As far as Alec was concerned, Ki owed him at least one, for Alec not killing him on numerous occasions.
Agent Warner: "A blood hound?" Warner looked at him oddly. "We got dogs. You think you need one, we can get one out here. How's your hound gonna be any better than outs? Ours are trained for this shit." He really thought the guy was blowing smoke up his own ass, trying to do something, anything. Warner was pretty sure Alec was nuts. Morris was some piece of work having a guy like this around. "Girls said she never made it to the show time. Means by now, she's been gone over two days. With the weather, especially the rain, how you think your dog's gonna get more than outs?" –d
Alec R Sutton: "Because mine speaks English, and doesn't chase cars..." Okay so yeah, he did, but that was beside the point. "Trust me, mine is better." Alec gave a look around the alley once more. "I just hope we can get to them before Cam gets hungry." Because if that happened, there was no telling what she would do. She was still new to it all, not as new as Ryan, but close enough.
Agent Warner: Warner was lifting a brow. "The fuck..." Then he made a comment about Cam and getting hungry. "What the fuck does her getting hungry have to do with shit? If they want her alive, they'll feed her." He was seriously sure the man was off his rocker. Out of meds. Something just wasn't right with this guy. –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec smirked at the man. "I sincerely doubt they'll feed her what she needs." Then again, she may rip all their throats out and get all the girls out of there. "Unless they know and doped her with vervain..." Alec scowled, and looked around once more. "Oh, no...." Because that was, in all likelihood, a strong possibility, considering the fact that Cam hadn't returned yet.
Agent Warner: "The hell does she need? Caviar and a fucking bottle of Dom?" He was as clueless to the whole supernatural world as a guy could get. And if he did see shit, it was chalked up to other things that his brain could wrap itself around. Like Alec, picking him up. Guy was obviously on drugs. Tweaking and shit, hence the extra strength. "Yeah. So, if your blood hounds get anything, let me know. I got more resources to finding her than you and the Scooby Gang you apparently think can do a better fucking job." –d
Alec R Sutton: "The only reason I haven't ripped your beating heart from your chest is because you do in fact have resources that I don't." Alec stepped toward him. "Don't make me regret not doing so. I can always find another fed."
Agent Warner: "Dude. You're fucking nuts." Warner was shaking his head and started to turn for the open end of the alleyway. He wanted to get away from the guy. "You can't get another me. I'm the lead on this." He tossed back, with a short laugh. "You want to find her, you're stuck dealing with me." He added, before he started through the dark. He tugged out the flashlight and then clicked it on as he walked. "The car. The one we gave her for the job. It was found on the shore of Salmon Bay." He added. "It was cleaned out. Damn near gutted. And we only found trace amounts of blood." He stopped and turned to flash the light back at Alec. "Happen to know her blood type off hand?" The Bureau had it, but why not be a bigger dick.-d
Alec R Sutton: Alec moved so fast that he was nothing but a blur, getting in front of the man and blocking his exit from the alley. "You're the lead, only if you're alive." Alec tipped his head to the side and then in another blur of motion, he was on Warner, one hand in the man's hair, jerking his head back, the other tangled in the back of the man's suit jacket, holding him in place as fangs were bared and sunk into the flesh of Warner's throat. That first warm spurt hit the back of his throat and in it, he knew what the Fed knew. Then he was letting the man go and taking a step back, head tipped back a moment as he let processed what he'd gathered from the man and then he straightened his head to look at him.. "O neg. Why didn't you tell me there was blood in the car, I could have been tracking that..." At least until the asses got her to another vehicle. Which was why he needed a wolf.
Agent Warner: Warner turned back around and there he was. "What the.." He didn't have time to finish the expletive before Alec was on him, had his head back and the fangs were sinking into his throat. "...fuck!" He finished out with his hand clenching harder on the flashlight, and the moment he stepped back there was a wide-eyed look at Alec. "What the fuck are you?!" He had his hand up on his throat. "The fuck did you bite me?!" He staggered back and then glared at him again. "Trace. I said fucking trace.." He threw out there, still looking at his hand, where the blood was from the neck wound. "The fuck you bit me!" –d
Alec R Sutton: "Yeah well, I was feeling a bit peckish." Alec stepped past him, his gaze sweeping the alley, looking for anything useful. "You're a real homophobe, you know?" Alec looked back at him, one brow quirked upward. "Seriously dude, it's not sexual. Don't get your knickers in a bunch." He continued to prowl the alley, and then looked back at Warner. "As for what I am..." He smirked. "What lives forever, drinks blood, and has the strength to lift a douchebag like you off your feet?"
Agent Warner: The flashlight hadn't hit the entire area, but when Alec started moving, he'd find the tell tale signs of one epic struggle. At least a struggle that told him before she was put down somehow, Cam had made sure to leave her mark. Nails. Dug into the alley wall, closer to the exit onto the street than up near the club. It mean she'd tried to run, or get away, but something had stopped her or slowed her down. Warner was looking at him. "Yeah, so fucking sue me. No dude biting on my neck is ever okay with me." He shook his head, and then gave Alec a solid stare. Crazy as a fucking loon, that's the look Warner shot him. "Yeah, right. Dracula. You obviously missed your fucking meds today." One other bit of note along with the claws into the wall, was the bit of transfer from the lapis lazuli that had been spelled into the ink tattooed on Cam's thigh. A bare trace of the blue with those claw marks. They knew she'd been there, and had been at one point.. fighting. –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec moved again, and again, he was faster than the human eye could see. One moment he was standing near the mouth of the alley, the next he was grabbing Warner and dragging him to the spot he wanted the Fed to see. "See this? Cam did that. Whoever took her, she fought. This blue here... That's from the tatt on her thigh..." Which made him worry all the more. That magic was what was keeping Cam's condition from becoming apparent. And protecting her from the sun.
Agent Warner: Warner was ready to go, but then he was dragged back to where Alec was, and when he pointed, Warner looked. He started, and with a click, the flashlight was shining on the spoke Alec was point to, and the glint of the blue was even more visible. "How the fuck.." He shook his head, and gave a drag of his hand over his face. "Fuck." And he shifted before he grabbed his phone and was repeated the one word over and over again. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." He snapped off the text, then too image stills, and then another text. "I'm getting two of our techs here to get this looked at. Get anything they can from it." –d
Alec R Sutton: "Good. Is the car at the impound?" The fact that the car was found in a separate location was confusing but it could be the kidnappers.... whoever they were, were trying to throw them off of the scene at the alley. It was likely staged. The lapis found from Cam's tatt would have been easily overlooked, and obviously had on the first sweep by the feds' tech crew. "You said there was another bar where the cop was working. Let's hit that one."
Agent Warner: "Yeah. Another club like this. Same string of owners." He said at the mention of the other bar. "But more prone to drugs than anything else." He said, and glanced at Alec, before he also nodded his head in agreeing the car Cam had been using while on the case had been taken to the impound yard. "The other one's neat Belltown." That's a good drive from where they were now, but it wasn't uncommon for clubs to be owned by the same people across a city like Seattle, or other big cities. –d
Alec R Sutton: "Who are the owners?" Alec may be able to get his foot in the door through ARS. What better way to approach a business than by way of business consultant? "You've looked into the companies, found out who owns them, what they're subsidiaries of...."
Agent Warner: "The fuck you think we are? Stupid?" He looked at Alec, and then smirked. "Yeah, don't answer that, Dracula." He then nodded. "Yeah. The company is called Cabaret Corporation, and the guy that seems to be running the places is Andy Womack. General Manager of both places, but he has lackies, and we don't think he's the one in charge of the actual company that funds the clubs. But we're having a hard time pinning down the man behind the whole thing. We keep getting road blocked, and dead ends. Andy'd be the man who would know." –d
Alec R Sutton: "Call me that again and I'll forget that I actually need you." Alec listened to what he had to say about the company and then he nodded. "Let's go see Andy." He stepped out of the alley, and then looked back at Warner, waiting for the man to hurry it the fuck up. "You'll ride with me."
Agent Warner: Warner shook his head and started out of the alleyway to head with Alec. "Great." At the decree Alec was driving. Warner wasn't thrilled with any of this shit, but he wanted to find Morris as much, well okay, maybe not quite to the extents crazy there was hunting her down, but he wanted to find her safe. "You need to remember you don't have the badge here. Fuck this up and spook him and we may not get him to tell us shit." –d
Alec R Sutton: "Unless he's on vervain, I will get the information needed out of him." Alec led Warner to his car and slid in behind the wheel. Leaning over he pulled the passenger door handle to unlock it and let Warner in. Starting the car, he waited for the man to settle and once he was, Alec headed for the other club and this Andy Womack asshole.
Agent Warner: Warner did appreciate the guy's taste in vehicles at least, and he slid into the passenger side and leaned back as Alec started it up and drove on to the Little Darlings club where the other girl, the cop was taken from. –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec pulled up across the street from the place, and looked around, before he slid out of the car. He dropped the keys into his pocket, and then checked traffic as he started across the street. Warner had better keep up or he was likely to miss it all.
Agent Warner: Warner was out of the car once the car had come to a stop. He didn't wait for the car to die, or Alec to get out, but was already checking traffic and heading across the street. Alec wasn't leaving him behind. This was Warner's usual gig. He didn't get his job with the Feds by just being a legacy. –d
Alec R Sutton: Good to know. Alec stepped inside, blues sweeping over the place before he glanced at Warner. "You know the guy, find him." In the meantime, Alec was going to hit up the bar tender for some booze. That taste he'd gotten from the fed was more work, less feed than he would have had under other circumstances.
Agent Warner: Warner had pulled up the collar on his jacket because of those bite thing. He'd cleaned it up a bit at least so he didn't look as fucking scary as he could have. His head turned, and he started moving around the club. A few of the girls stopping him to give him their hellos, the offers of lap dances, and he gave them all that Warner grin before moving around. One girl he tapped on the hip, patted her ass and then listened as she spoke to him. He knew where Andy was now, and he started forward to see from the front hallway that lead to the business offices. Andy was holding court with one of his favorite girls. –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec listened, catching it all without even needing to look at the man and the stripper with the pattable ass. When Warner was once again on the move, Alec followed, glass of bourbon in hand, a smile given the girls here and there. Alec really hoped Andy's office only had one point of egress. It would make things a lot easier.
Agent Warner: There was a row of offices, two on each side, but there was a loud laugh, feminine, that told you exactly which one Andy was going to be found in. And of course the whole low guttural groan from a definite masculine voice was a big help there too. No one outside watching, or guarding, so Warner opened the door and barged right in. "I TOLD YOU!" He laughed, slurring his words and stumbling." This was where the hot piece of ass went, man!" He turned, and glanced toward the very obviously shocked Andy, and the pretty redhead beneath the desk with her mouth on Andy's dick, and Andy's pants around his ankles. "Oh. Shit. MAN! What a way to ruin a blowjob!" He laughed. "HEY! Lookit! This guy's got all the perks.. hot ass women out there stripping, and he's got a sweet thing on her knees giving him a hummer." Warner flashed his badge, and he could hear the girl whimper. "Yeah. You don't look old enough to have left high school, sweetheart. Get the fuck out of here and go home to mom and dad. We need to talk to your.. limp dicked boyfriend here." –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec fell right in with him, glass in his hand lending credence to the ruse, but then Warner was flashing his badge. Alec moved from the door, pulling it closed behind the girl who scurried out and took a lean against it. The smirk on his lips as he watched Andy's expression was hidden by a drink taken from his glass. He flipped the lock on the door and pushed from his lean, stepping forward. "Andy, Andy, Andy..." Alec shook his head as he stepped forward. "Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not nice to feed dick to under aged girls?"
Agent Warner: Warner had done the badge flash, and got the girl out of there, and now, he was crossing his arms over his chest and watching Andy. Glance to Alec, and a smirk. "Yeah. But at least we know your tastes.. so that makes me wonder.. who the fuck has a taste for the older ones that seem to be going missing from your clubs, Andy.. Got any ideas for me?" –d
Andy Womack: Andy looked like he was about to have an apoplectic fit. He went from anger to fear at the sight of that badge in 2.2. Hurriedly he started closing up his trousers as the girl scurried out, and then he looked from one man to the other. After a hurried, "She's of legal age!" He snapped his eyes from Alec back to Warner. "What?" Whether he was confused by the shift in gears or the question itself remained to be seen.
Alec R Sutton: "Andy, Andy, Andy..." Alec shook his head as he leaned one ass cheek to the front edge of the man's desk, glass in hand used to point at the man. "I'm pretty sure you're not that stupid... Possibly not that stupid. Answer the Agent's question."
Agent Warner: Warner had kept his arms crossed until Andy threw that look of confusion his way. A shake of his head and he moved to close in on the other side of the desk where Alec had parted his ass. "Andy. I know you're helping someone get some fresh meat and using the clubs to do it. So I want a name, I want where the girls are taken.. and I want it.." Warner stepped in and he slammed both fists on the desk in front of Andy. "..NOW!" –d
Andy Womack: Looking from one to the other, until Warner leaned in, Andy's mouth opened and snapped shut with those fists crashing down on the desk. Cringing back, he tried to put as much distance between himself and the Fed as he could. "I got no clue, man. Girls come and go, sometimes they find a sugar daddy to hook up with, some get knocked up, others graduate college. It's a high turnover industry..."
Alec R Sutton: "Oh, Andy, you might want to rethink that response." Alec smiled, knocked the excuse for bourbon back and set the glass on the desk. "As scary as he is..." he gestured to Warner. "I'm scarier. Trust me. He'll: beat you to a pulp. I'll tie you to a chair, and stab you with a hot poker in places you really don't want to be stabbed in."
Agent Warner: Warner's jaw clenched, and when Andy kept up the idea he had no idea what they were talking about, the Fed lost his cool. Alec threatened the man, and he gave a glance to Alec. Hot poker? The fuck was up with this guy. Though Warner quickly focused back on Andy and moved to grab him by the back of his head, haul him up bodily from the chair and slam his cheek into the desk. "Now. I'm going to ask this shit again, Andy. Real slow, because I think maybe that little girl scout sucked your brain out your dick." He leaned in, and said it again. Slowly. "Who. the. fuck. wants. the. girls? And. where. do. they. take. them?" –d
Alec R Sutton: Don't knock the hot poker. It was an effective method when torturing someone. So long as their brain remained in their skull and they continued to breathe... "Come on, Andy, you may as well give the boss up, because no matter what you think he'll do to you..." Alec smiled down at him. "I'll kill you. Slowly. Painfully, in the most deviant way I can imagine." Alec shrugged. "And I'm twisted. I can imagine a lot."
Agent Warner: Warner shoved the guy's face harder into the desk, and then as Alec talked killing Andy, Warner finally just let go. "Look. I'm not gonna lie, Andy. The guy's a fucking lunatic." He paused, and then shrugged slightly. "Which is exactly the fuck why I'd tell him whatever he wanted to know. Dude creeps ME out, and I ride here with him." –d
Andy Womack: Andy's yelp of fear and pain as he was hauled up and slammed down on the desk was more than genuine. The man was about to lose his bladder. His eyes shifted from one man to the other and back. "The Russian. He's connected. Mafia. He's into everything, never pinned for anything but word has it he runs everything from arms to broads to drugs. Goes by the name of Korol' Chernomortsev."
Agent Warner: Warner heard the name, and he gave a shake of his head. "Great. The fucking man and myth himself." He shot a look to Alec. "Guy's got more aliases than you probably have fucking torture fantasies, you nut job. And no one has yet to pin down his real name, or get a look at him. Not up close at least. So we get to chase the fucking Boogeyman." He grunted, and then looked back to Andy. "How do you get in touch with him? He has to know who to grab, how? What's thefucking process here, Andy? And why did he picks the girls he did?" –d
Andy Womack: "He's into the exotic girls. If they're special in some way, he wants 'em. He uses the clubs to scout talent." Andy was trying really hard not to piss himself at the moment, but he wasn't winning at it.
Alec R Sutton: "Great..." Alec shook his head. "That means the fucker knows what the girls are." He scowled. "But not Cam... Cam's tatt hides her." He rose from the desk and paced the room, then looked back at Andy. "How does he scout the talent? Does he do it himself, or does someone do it for him?"
Agent Warner: Rambling fucker. Both of them were rambling. Warner was taking it all in tough, and then looked back to Andy for another answer. He was lagging, so Warner pounded the desk again. "Answer him! Who scouts the girls? Who figures out if they're the girls the boss wants?" –d
Andy Womack: "Low level middle man. Name of Zenko. Comes in couple times a week! It's all I know, man!" And yes, the waterworks started, both from the eyes and the bladder.
Agent Warner: "Where's he gonna be next?" And Warner was backing away from the desk. "The guy's pissing himself. I think he's fucking broke." A shake of his head. "Zenko! Where's he gonna be next? Where do I find him?" He snapped his fingers. –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec looked at Warner and shrugged. "Got any leads on this Zenko dude?" Alec was already looking back at Andy. "You're not going to tip off this Zenko guy, or anyone else as to the fact that we were here. What you are going to do is call us the moment this Zenko shows up. If he shows up, and you don't call? I'll be back, and this will look like a walk in the park."
Andy Womack: "Tomorrow! Tomorrow!" he looked at Alec and nodded, that rather blank expression crossing his features. "I won't say anything, and when Zenko shows up tomorrow, I will call you." He may have drooled just a little bit as he stared blankly at Alec.
Agent Warner: "Alright. Tomorrow. Looks like there's a plan. Gonna wait out this Zenko guy." He moved to put the number to call in the cell phone sitting on the desk. Had a lovely picture of Mrs Andy on the screen saver. Yeah, Warner couldn't blame the guy for looking elsewhere but come one. Legal at least. –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec rose from his ass lean on the desk and nodded, then looked at Warner, eyes locked. "Your first call, when Andy calls you, is to me. We do this together." And then he was looking back at Andy. "You won't remember us, or anything else but the need to call this guy as soon as Zenko shows up. Once you make that call and let us know Zenko is here, you will completely forget about the both of us."
Agent Warner: "Control issues much?" Once that gaze hold was done, and he'd agreed to call Alec. "You this bossy with Morris?" He was going to make a wise crack, but even Warner knew it was in poor taste, so he bit it down. "With luck, the guy's not shipping them out from wherever he's keeping them and we can grab her back by tomorrow once we get a hold of this Zenko guy." He said. Little ray of hope? It sounded good. Warner had seen too many of these kinds of things to actually have hope. But Morris was tough, he knew that much. So if anyone could survive whatever shit was going down, it had to be her. She had to come rein in this crazy fucker. Or someone would have to put him down. –d
Alec R Sutton: "None, actually, I have excellent control." Alec smirked as he stepped for the door, unlocking it, a glance back to Andy who was looking at them as if confused as to A) why he hurt so much, B) why his trousers were wet, and C) who the fuck were these guys in his office... That smirk grew and he pulled the door open and stepped out, leaving it up to Warner to follow. "Once Andy calls, I'll pick you up and we'll go from there..." he paused, then looked back at Warner. "Unless you want to wait it out, here at the bar."
Agent Warner: "No. I'll wait for the call where I can actually enjoy myself." At home. His apartment. With liquor. Fuck the club. He started for the door after Alec, and glanced back to Andy. A shake of his head at the confused guy's look, and then Warner would step out, closing the door behind them. Let the guy clean himself up before his next business perk of running the strip club came in. –d
Alec R Sutton: "You do that." Alec headed back through the club the way they'd come, studying the patrons and employees alike as they moved for the exit. Alec's ass would be parked in the club, waiting. Drinking, but waiting.
Agent Warner: "Are you seriously going to just sit here all night?" He looked at the man. "You need to sleep, or.. whatever the fuck it is you do. You aren't gonna do Morris any fucking good if you're sleep deprived and off your fucking rocker, man." –d
Alec R Sutton: "Tomorrow, dude, tomorrow." Alec stepped out, took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Figure show up around five, when the girls start getting in to get their shifts started." Alec checked his watched, then shook his head. "Cam's been without for thirty six hours. Unless they're giving her blood, she's going to be weakening. If they even know... If they don't, and if that tattoo is weakened, the warding will fade..." He scowled and dragged a hand through his hair. "I need to call Tamsin." Pulling his phone, he scrolled through his contacts until he got Tam's and then sent the call through.
Agent Warner: Well at least that sounded a little more sane. "Alright." He was still lost on this whole feeding Morris thing, but he shook his head. "We'll be here tomorrow, then." He had no idea who Tamsin was, but he let Alec make the call. One of the Scooby Gang he had talked about he guessed.
Tamsin Bennet: She answered. Tamsin was rarely one to sleep heavily, and so after a long night of invoking and trying to dispel a spirit, she answered easily on the second ring. "Alec? What is it?"
Alec R Sutton: Warner was at least learning. "Cam's gone, some asshole Russian apparently is stealing 'Exotic' women. Found signs of her tatt having taken a hit. Is there anything you can do to check on the warding, or maybe do a locator on her?" Please, please, please say yes.
Agent Warner: Yeah, Warner was learning, but seriously. Now there was some shit about locators.. he was phasing himself out of the weird shit on the phone.
Tamsin Bennet: There was quiet on the other end of the phone. "Alec, how bad was the hit? Was the damage to the tattoo?" There was a note of concern in Tamsin's voice as she spoke. "And if we have blood, I can do a locator, but I need a decent amount." Which was going to be hard with Cam gone. "Relatives? Any of those who would share a blood bond with her, I can use them..to try and locate on her."
Alec R Sutton: "Enough that I found a blue smudge of lapis on a brick wall. As for relatives... She's got a couple of brothers, her dad and mother in Florida. I can have a sample flown in..." Which meant he'd have to try and compel them... Alec paused and looked at Warner. "When Cam was going through her application process, she had to have a medical. Where would the blood samples be stored?"
Agent Warner: "At the onsite storage facility in the complex." He answered, finally coming back into the conversation when he was addressed. "I don't know how long the samples are kept. We have to redo them every year. Annual physicals are mandatory."
Tamsin Bennet: Tamsin's breath exhaled against the receiving end of her cell. "Alec.." The warning was not going to be pretty. "The spell holds strength undamaged. If there is damage, it could speed the time to it's dissolution. To it no longer working. She had until the fifteenth, but with there being damage of unknown strength, it could lessen her time by a day, or more." She was worried now. "Get me the blood. We need to find her."
Alec R Sutton: "Cam's may still be there then. I need access." And yes, he meant for Warner to get it for him. And then Tam was talking and Alec was scowling. "On it, thanks Tam Tam." He hit end and slid the phone back into: his pocket. "We need in that facility, now."
Agent Warner: What the fuck,, "Why the hell do you need blood?" He was asking, fuck him for asking. Why did he ask? A glance around, and then he motioned him toward the car. "Less guards in night duty. If you want in now, let's go, though I still don't get why you want blood.. that's freaky shit." –d
Alec R Sutton: "Because how else is my witch going to do a locator spell." He unlocked the car, then moved around to slid in behind the wheel. Starting it up, he pulled away from the curb. "Navigate. I don't know where this facility is."
Agent Warner: Warner slid in, and then once in, door closed, he looked at him. "Witch? For fuck sake, are you serious?" He shook his head, palmed his hand over his face, and then just started giving the fastest route to take to get to the facility where the medical unit was house. –d
Alec R Sutton: "You need to wake up, or I'll just compel you when we're done and you won't remember any of it, but yes, I am serious. Witches are real. Vampires are real. Even werewolves are real. Believe it, don't believe it, I don't care." Alec chuckled and shook his head. "I mean, I already bit you, what more proof than that do you need? Or did you think I was hitting on you?"
Agent Warner: Warner didn't know what the hell to believe anymore. He shook his head and then looked over at Alec. "Well, you do dress pretty for a fucking man." He smirked, and then pointed toward one of the back entry points where Alec could park. Warner was sliding his wallet out and grabbing his card key. "Gonna have to make this look good. No card key, no access. So you need to look like I'm bringing you in." –d
Alec R Sutton: "Knew you liked it when I bit you a little too much." Alec smirked, then started ditching things. Watch, phone, wallet. All of which he left in the car, tucked into the console before he popped the door open. "Now you want to cuff me. Should I give you my safe word?"
Agent Warner: Warner gave him a stare. "Fucking idiot." He laughed, and then once he was out of the car, he moved over to him, and then launched a punch at Alec's face. "Got to make it look good." No, that was just because. But hey, whatever worked. He grabbed the cuffs from the holster on his back, and slipped them on Alec, and then grabbed him by the shoulder and started walking him to the building, and up toward the doors. A pull open, and she pushed him forward and they were met by the first of three security checkpoint guards. "Evenin', Todd. Got a trouble maker. Gonna take him up for fingerprint and med check before I toss him to the wolves." –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec smirked as his head snapped to the side, and then he gave it a shake. "Not that it's going to do much of anything...." He looked at Warner as the man cuffed him. "In case you hadn't noticed, it's already healing..." Or healed, as the case may be. "You cannot toss me to the wolves, by the way. I don't really get along with them." Except for Cori. Maybe one or two others.
Agent Warner: "All the better reason to toss you to them. You're a pain in the ass." He got him through the first checkpoint, and then the second, and third came in time as they headed for the fourth floor, and the med unit. Once they were pass the final checkpoint, he unlocked the cuffs, and headed for the lab area, where the specimens, if they still had them would be stored. –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec hoped the tech on duty was a cute little thing. Otherwise he was going to have to just flat out compel the dude. He watched their surroundings as they made their way through each point, and when they finally arrived, and those cuffs were removed, he looked to see who it was they'd be speaking to.
Agent Warner: "Hey Abby." Warner offered to the tech on duty.
Abby: Abby was what you'd expect to find in a government run lab. She was average height, average build, and had glasses. Not exactly the cute little thing Alec was hoping for, but more the average sci-fi geek, who had a few images of Captain Kirk along her desk area. "Hey Warner. Who's that with ya? I don't remember him during physicals.." -d
Alec R Sutton: Alec smiled at her, rubbing his hands together. Girls with glasses had a lot of energy. "I'm his ride along for the night." Leaning against the counter she was at, he leaned toward her. "And what are you working on?"
Abby: Yeah. Poor Alec. She turned and looked at him with a nice, polite smile even, and then glanced toward Warner again with a raised brow and a 'seriously' look on her face.
Agent Warner: "Wrong side of the fence there partner." He smirked, and then moved over to give Abby a big ol' smooch on the cheek. "How's Candace?" Answered that.
Abby: Abby grinned brightly. "Amazing. We're going rock climbing this weekend." Abby turned and glanced to Alec then. "Processing samples from a car taken earlier today." She answered succinctly.
Agent Warner: "Any news?" Warner asked.
Abby: "Blood trace was matched to that partner of yours." She gave Warner a wink. "Smoking hot Cameron." A wave of her hand to her face, then she gave another little grin. "There was another sample, though, too. It was male, though. Found it on the steering wheel too. So it was likely if she was hurt, the person driving the car to where it was dumped, was hurt in the process." Mix of blood types in the samples.
Agent Warner: Warner was glancing around the lab, nodding as Abby told him about the samples, and then he glanced to a standing case, refrigerated of course, where vials of labeled specimens were housed. He motioned toward Alec. He was super speedy, so he needed to work his magic. –d
Alec R Sutton: "You should talk to my ex. She's on your side of the ... on second thought; I wouldn't wish that on you." He shook his head. "Just forget I mentioned it." Noting the gesture, Alec moved over to the lab fridge, eyed the vials through the glass and then glanced over at the pair to make sure Abby wasn't paying attention. A quick open of the door, and sleight of hand and he had Cam's samples tucked into his inner jacket pocket. He continued to wander the lab after that, checking things out, sure to annoy the fuck out of any lab geek with someone poking around and touching things in their kingdom.
Abby: Abby was giving him a look when he started moving around. "Uhm. Please don't touch anything." She twitched a bit, and looked back to Warner. "You should take him to the range or something." In other words, get the guy the hell out of her lab.
Agent Warner: "Yeah. Alright. Have a good one, Abby, and don't work too hard." He grinned, and she snorted a laugh at him. Then Warner motioned for Alec to come on. He was getting them out of the building as quick as he could before Abby noticed anything missing from the cooler. –d
Alec R Sutton: Alec had no issue with that. He gave a little finger wave to Abby and then he was falling in beside Warner to get the fuck out.
Agent Warner: "You got your sample. You get it to whoever you need to, and I'll wait out Z's call tomorrow. Let me know if your.. witch finds anything.." Still could not fucking believe he said the word and didn't crack the fuck up. "Wait." As they exiting the building. "If you're.. one of those, you got a witch, there's wolves...what's Morris?" –d
Alec R Sutton: "Mine." Alec turned to face Warner and shrugged while back stepping, hands held out in that shrug. "When you're faced with eternity, you really kind of want the woman you can't live without there with you, you know?"
Agent Warner: Warner looked at him. Then gave a nod of his head, for a moment, douche was actually somber. "That's some seriously epic, and serious shit. Good for you." Then, he had to add. "But you're still a pain in the ass." He headed for the car, so Alec could drop him back off where he'd left his truck and Warner could head to the apartment to do a shot or three, and then pass out until later today. –d
Alec R Sutton: "It's a character flaw. I get testy when things don't happen fast enough to suit me." Alec did just that, dropped him off at his truck, and then headed for Tamsin's with Cam's blood in his jacket.
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