This Isn't a Long Distance Call--Monica

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

Samuel never needed help. He appreciated it and often gave his unbidden. It was a nasty habit he knew he had to break. He was getting far too long in the tooth to continue making the same mistakes. As he would take umbrage if he was rebuffed as he generally was on the first approach. He pulled out his phone sitting it on the desk as if it was a snake that would rise and strike at any moment.

He knew what he was contemplating was against nearly everything he’d built himself upon. Sadly he knew it was such a thing as was necessary. He had to do what his conscience was dictating. The two of them so rarely got along these days he’d all but forsworn the damnable thing. Then bang like a shot in the dark it does nothing but assail him.

Sitting in his chair he thrummed his fingers as he rubbed his whiskers contemplating the next few steps. He was preparing to do so much more than any stranger should do for another. To be successful he would need to make the call. But making the call was the issue. He’d had business that had kept him away from the detective. He’d in truth kept himself busy as he knew that he was bad for the Detective. He was career arsenic if anyone looked too deeply into his dealings. Yet here he was contemplating the unthinkable.

Snatching up his phone he dialed the number that he had memorized. As it rang he sat back in the chair turning so as to face the painting over his seat on the back wall. It was a ship lost at sea during a squall. It was bone in the Flemish style with oils and it was the most disturbing scene of its sort as the artist had taken pains in illustrating the sheer panic of the crew. The topsail being torn savagely as the crew struggled against nature.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

She had gone home from work and kicked off her shoes , was eating a tv dinner poking at the not fully cooked potatoes with a frown. Pushing her plate away she grumbled then was surprised the phone started ringing she looked at the number and didn't recognize it. Hitting the green phone and putting it to her ear," Monica Davis speaking, what can I do for you?"



Hearing Samuel she grinned and got up to walk to her room and settled on the bed, hiding a soft yawn it had been some time since she'd heard from him. This was a pleasant surprise. Listening to see what he had to say and ankle flicking, sucking her lip gently. She knew if he had called it was something he needed to discuss and that it might not be great what he had to say. She hoped he didn't tell her that there was some big bad thing coming their way that ripit would have to handle. She hadn't gotten to speak to the other detectives in a while it was almost like they did not exist or something. She seemed to carry the case load for a lot of people.


Thinking of the news shed heard from the new guy on the force, yeah shed ask him his thoughts on that.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

“That is the question isn’t it?" Samuel responded to her greeting. He smiled despite himself. “Good evening detective. I hope I am not impositioning you?“ He said as he heard her moving around the yawn in her voice did not go unmissed to him. He wasn’t sure if the slight conversational noise in her background were other persons or the television at a low volume. He honestly felt flattered that he could pull her from whatever she was doing. That feeling he squelched as quickly and thoroughly as he could. It would not do for him to allow other things to cross the meaning behind this call.

“I am glad that I can speak with you all the same. I know you have been busy as have I. The world keeps moving at its own pace.” He realized that now that he had her on the line it would be very easy for him to simply talk and forget that he was who he was and that she was an officer of the law. That would always be the tiger in the dark for their engagements. He knew as much yet he was still drawn to her being one of the few he had helped that didn’t require a protracted battle of wills.

All the same it was a pleasure hearing her voice. Far too much of a pleasure if he was keeping accurate score. He knew that it spoke to him keeping himself apart from the local Pride. He loved Kasha but he had not made the Pride a family nor their lands his home. He was beginning to rethink his practice of living completely apart so as to remain impartial and objective as to the advice he could provide.

“If I were to inform you of an illegal action could you perhaps relegate your involvement to just providing the information to another officer?” It was a direct request and would presage what he might ask of her.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Her tv was not good company and truth told she was a lonely person right then. Listening to him she smiled at his voice and remained smiling until he asked her his question. Blinking gently she cleared her throat and sat up" I can do that yes I can keep names out of it and tip them off but it also makes me wonder how much of this I can know about it, things are weird here right now lot of new supes in town from what Im hearing"



Smoothing her top on her body and biting her lip listening to see what he would say next not sure where this was heading. Seems like things, in the apple were to quiet. Stretching out again and looking at her toes maybe she needed a girls day or a vacation even she head Hawaii was nice this time of the year, no shed never get the ok to go out of town for two long with the short staffed situation.


She sighed then spoke up" I was out to lunch with our new detective and he showed me a mail about an over dose caused by coke mixed with vampire blood. Seems to be theres a new party drug up and coming , you hear anything about that? I know most vamps I know wouldn't volunteer for that sort of donation"

She wasn't accusing him at all just gathering information because she figured hed have his ear to the ground with most everything. 

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

Samuel rethought asking that which he wanted to ask. She agreed as quickly as his staff would have. She trusted him far too much for him to bear at the moment. Especially as he had every intentions of causing some mayhem. It was a needed portion of his plan. Instead he switched gears pushing the idea out of his present thoughts. "I’m glad to hear that. I won’t go into it over the phone but I may have information that you could pass along."

As she spoke he listened intently. He wasn’t hanging on her every word but she had the full weight of his attention. So much so that the rustle of her clothing caused images to fill his head. Her alone with a television on exceptionally low. She’d be half laying in bed her eyes on the TV. but her attention focused inwards. She would be lightly biting her lips picking at some stray bit of fluff…

Pushing those thoughts aside as well he cleared his throat as he thought on what she as asking. He didn’t like the idea of what she was suggesting. It sacked too much of the Five Rings of Dallas Syndicate. They'd found a way to sterilize the adrenal secretions of lycanthropes. It gave a high near unto PCP with the added bonus any stupid idea someone committed they'd live to tell the tale. Only three percent of first time users contracted lycanthropy. However forty five percent of continued users contracted lycanthropy which worked out for the Five Rings as they would use them for their hunting parties.

Sighing he knew he had no real leads as he had managed to keep by and large out of the illicit drug trade. The margin of profits fluctuated too much. "I'm not aware such a drug had become possible let alone popular. Again. I will look into it."

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

" Thats all I can ask and trust me I saw the autopsy report and pictures on the phone it was very clear what they were saying was in the mans system.  So this meeting for the other thing when you thinking we should do that?"

Slow stretching her frame and a soft groan, she needed to do some sort of physical activity and soon. There was to much energy to hard to sleep at night, normally if she was some one who dated or even had casual partners the energy could be spent there but she wasn't so dance or martial arts it was. Wondering if she should invite mat to work out with her or would that sound to much like she was hitting on him?

That wouldn't be what it was he was a good looking guy but it was a co worker thing and needed to stay that way for both their sake. Sighing she almost forgot he could hear everything she was doing and tried not to move so much. It almost made her want to laugh to think of doing something to mess with him. " so this meeting you want me to wear your gifts and be all sexy spy about it?"

Smirking thinking about how that would go over. Her slinking in like some film noir character, fedora and all. That was it the straw that broke the dam on the laughter shed been holding onto and she pulled the phone away from her mouth and giggled hard. " sorry sorry odd sense of humor"

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

" Two days should be enough time to find some things out. There is a restaurant in Little Italy called La Angelis. What say you meet me there at three pm?"

Affixing his blue tooth he stood and removed his jacket and shirt. He had to work out some energy before he vibrated himself into a coma. A drug like this was a bad thing for all even remotely involved. There was no vampire he knew that would willingly donate unless they were purposefully attempting to create mass ghul’s. If that was the case then those that died would rise in three days. He began wrapping his hands. Moving to the heavy back in the corner of the office he tested his jab.

The snap was still there moving through a combination. Stepping back he looked at the back his mind not really here. The detective had stopped moving he knew she was still there as her breathing was still slightly elevated. " No. I don’t think we will be that deep into things yet. But a little preration couldn’t hurt. If you are going to pursue this know that these sort of men and women are the mmost dangerous. They have everything to lose at a moments notice. You have to assume that they are enough on top of the ball that they’ll have a source within the police force if not several."

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

That sobered her laughter and sent her to her feet heading for the gun locker in her room, she would clean and make ready every piece she had. They would be ready and loaded for bear hyena what ever it was she needed to shoot." we haven't spoken to anyone else of this because neither  I nor the person who told me this trust the rest of them..their auras at times are tainted and dark"

Looking up the restaurant and saving the address she sighed" ok then baring bad heading either of our ways I will be there at lunch time and we will chat. Just do me a favor and try not to look all, sugar daddy in a suit please who knows what people will think and my will is a little off right now Ive got far to much unspent energy."

That wasnt her flirting it was her being truthful he had to know she found him some what attractive so it shouldn't be news. Waitingto see what his response would be but she could almost tell he was miles away and thinking of something else right then.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

Firing off a few more combinations Samuel paused again as he heard the detective moving." That’s good news, you not speaking to your co-workers. As for working out some of your excess energies I am at my office near Laguardia. Come I have a heavy bag. I can have a car to you in twenty minutes."

He mad ethe offer without thinking. It felt the natural thing to offer. He knew that there was an attraction between them. He knew that it was a bad idea to explore that option with their lines of work. He also knew what it was like to feel cooped up with too much excess energy. He knew that he was toying with fate fire and all manner of potentials but he wanted her to be there with him. He wanted to help her. He knew this could. He knew he would help her with the other as well. Shaking his head he fired off a blinding barrage before forcing himself absolutely still. The bag swung with the residual kinetic beating he poured into it.

The line was quiet he could hear her breathing but her response wasn’t escaping her. He sighed audibly. “Come the car is on its way.”

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Her head tilted and she looked at the phone then put it back to her ear did he just invite her into his lair? She grined and almost got to exited it was like getting to see the batcave to her for some reason. All she could to was acquiesce and dress for a work out, " ok guess i will be ready to go then just need to put on something more suited to..sweating I guess"

Smirking at her self then putting the phone down he'd hear rustling as she tugged off one top and bra and put on her work out things. Pants were next then sneaker and a short puff of breath when she picked up the phone" see you in a bit"

Hanging it up and putting it in a small bag along with a gun because even though she knew he was not going to let anything sneak up on them she wouldnt go any where ever without at least one. When the buzzer rang she smiled and headed down, spotting the major domo him self and nodding to him receiving a scowl in return. Slipping into the back seat and getting comfortable for the ride out to his office.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

Hanging up he had Abel go and retrieve the detective. He continued his small workout getting his heart rate up by punishing the heavy bag. He was mid-combo as he heard the office door open. He’d lost track of time busying himself with the mental conundrum of his situation. He very well planned on using the police to do away with the pipeline to the CoEL. It would cost him money in the short run but also mean he would be free of his contract. Yes what they were doing was at its core a good thing. Yet he felt dirty knowing they were giving sanctuary to someone that was involved with things as nefarious as the guilds from the Big Easy. He understood that she might in fact mean what she’d said in regards to being free of them. Just because she felt that way didn’t mean they were done with her. It was a risk he couldn’t conscience.

It also meant that he would embroil the detective. Another thing that he wanted to avoid as long as possible. Sadly the next shipment was already in the pipeline. Time was not something he had the luxury of. " Glad to see you’ve come to sweat." Samuel said turning to the door catching sight of Monica standing in the doorway with her bag of things.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Monica bout laughed when he said it, her black yoga pants and matching navy and black sports bra fit her shape tighty. The white tank top was open low on the sides and racer backed. comfortable well work nikes on her feet in black and white, she put her bag down and walked toward him with a smile.

"long time no see "

Holding her hands out to him for taping, rolling her neck. Loosening up and flexing while checking him out, her energy was so high it would feel like marching ants to any one sensitive enough. Once taped she bounced foot to foot, and then stretched her legs in lunges. " the morgue report came from the nola I have a friend down there might need to take a trip on the dl you know any one down there?"

Peeking at him she couldn't help but feel the weight of his beast in the room and it didn't scare her at all which most might worry about. She loved the big cats, and lions were the king of the jungle.

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

He took her in. She was in fact dressed for a workout. Though there was something a little sexualized about her attire he swore to himself keeping himself in check would be a task. As she held out her hands he wrapped her. He didn’t use gloves regularly as they padded the punch far more than the real world would. He only wrapped as it helped cover the scars on his hands. Even in private he was vain about those scars. In just a tee and his slacks he was the definition of a bygone time when the sweet science was the Martial Art of its time.

"Indeed though I think its worth it as you are a sight for sore eyes." Tapping her wraps he motioned towards the gloves on the counter near his wet bar. He was a little old world and he knew it but there was a certain class to some aspects of those times long gone. He knew he would make a horrible vampire as he would have been one of those stuck in the early nineteen hundreds. Hopeless in the modern age.

As she warmed up he stood back watching her get going she was limber that was a good thing. Her energy was all over the place. He felt it crawl along his skin speaking of untapped potential. Cockinghis head he looked at her over again before moving to the bag." Before we start, Come here?"

Checking his own blazing aura he stood with his legs loosely apart. Motioning for her to join him. The moment she did he went to the wet bar picking up his remote. “Don’t move yet. Just stay there.” Hitting play he went back to a position a few feet from her. “Before we really start you need to get a little looser. That,” he said motioning towards the bag, “will take your strength but we don’t want you exhausting yourself with the first flurry or combo you launch into.” As Marvin Gaye’s mellifluous voice coasted around the room Samuel started stepping to the beat. Reaching out he took her hands guiding her through a few steps. He was dancing yes but in greater part he was moving her through one of the few katas he knew. He chuckle that the song reverberating around the office was trouble man.

[Monica Davis-banks walker]

Apparently Mr Samuel didn't have instagram because what she had on was considered covered compared to most in the gym selfies.
nodding at his greeting and checking out the surrounding. She was in the batcave but less bat more lion, that thought made her stifle the giggles. Eyes like dark clover honey on him as he moved around and wondering how he worked out in work pants.

Flexing her fingers after tape and checking them she felt him move around behind her. Then the request and her head tilted but she went to him and when he told her to stand still she did which was oddly not in her nature to just do as told when not in a chain of command situation. No reason to argue she supposed so still was held then the music and Monica grinned wide.

Dance she knew, she'd done it for years flowing with him smirking at his song choice. Her body caught the beat but the moves were in a slightly different style then she was used to. Letting him lead and feeling more limber by the time the song faded away. A question came to mind and it might be trouble but what the heck" how fast are you?"

[Samuel Banks-Walker]

Samuel raised a brow at the question. He didn’t know how to answer that question he was fast yes but he had never clocked himself. He’d seen faster but he’d also seen slower lycanthropes. On the spectrum of speed he’d witnessed he rated himself somewhere in the middle. Average for a lycanthrope fast enough at times to get out of dodge when needed and yet not fast enough others. Having been born as he was he never had an understanding of non-lycanthrope speed except that he had to slow himself down constantly when moving through a crowd. He did it now almost without thinking especially when he was near others.

“I’ve never timed myself full-out but I can be pretty fast. I suppose, anything in particular why you ask?”

Moving to the bag he fired off a flurry causing it to rock slightly. His mind working at the nut of her question he was really insure of how to actually answer. It was a rare feeling for him being unmoored in thought. She moved great and his thoughts returned to the sway of her hips. Clearing his thoughts he motioned her to step up and really lay into it. Lascivious thoughts running through his mind as he watched her move pushed to the side.