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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Mar 30, 2017 4:35:41 GMT
As Samuel and Aminta moved through the airport his phone chimed to life. Looking at the text he asked Aminta for a moment and dialed Monica.
He began speaking as she picked up. " I have touched down. And I will always have time to chat My detective." It was their ay a mountain said in a breath time with fewer words than it would take to describe the color of blood.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Mar 30, 2017 4:53:54 GMT
Surprised as he called back but hiding the smile that said personal not business knowing bhas was watching somewhere. Voice low but knowing hed hear her clear as day" That was fast ..um seems my time in Washington will be a good deal shorter as my new boss all but kidnapped me from one pp today. I need a p i good with supes in this case witches and what ever info he gets .."
She trailed off letting him fill in the blanks.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Mar 30, 2017 5:21:50 GMT
He filled in the blanks without her having to say more. He admittedly would have liked to listen to her longer just to hear her voice yet he knew now that her time was pressed.
"Caza Salvaxe Services, Xanatos Animating, and Mot Photography. They are all highly recommended. I’d trust Mot more than others as the owner was a veritable cousin cut from a singular cloth. I can see why you might need Kato. I’ll text him and have him call you."
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Mar 30, 2017 5:42:48 GMT
Listening one name she knew and she knew everyone and their mother was looking for him right then. Then he gave her what she thought she wanted. That was noting new though. " great I'll keep an eye out and catch him up..be safe there ok? I know you always are but just be extra careful because when I fill you in..yeah"
She checked her time descreetly. Bhas would be back soon she lowered her voice to whisper" I can't believe how much I miss you already."
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Mar 30, 2017 6:43:22 GMT
Samuel caught the consideration in her voice and it strengthened his resolve to be efficient and speedy. " Of course. You as well. I love you." He said ending the call. Looking to Aminta he moved to catch up with her. “Sorry to keep you waiting. Right this way.” Leading her through O’Hare he had to admit that it was very disconcerting to not catch sign of Lennox’s men. It was as if some one had broken in to a frequent used safehouse and moved the furniture.
Moving with surety to the car that was waiting he moved a pace of the driver and opened the door for her. They would be ensconced in their suites at the Anastasios. From there were enough hours in the evening to have a planning with session with Aeolas.
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Post by Bhaskar Yatri on Mar 30, 2017 6:55:38 GMT
Bhas took a little longer than was needed so as to give her the time she needed. He watched her from a distance really getting a handle on some of her tells. Ordering two Martini’s his extra dirty he sauntered back to the table. Placing hers in front of her. There was a look that sat there in her eyes but he wouldn’t press her on that. There were more serious concerns.
“Your source have any leads that could help?” he asked driving back to business without prying. “I’ve been considering the point you didn’t raise yes we know this one coven is perfecting how to steal or leech others magic but what if its not the only one. We know what their take on it is and all hands in sort of situation but what if there is someone who has cracked this without help. What would it take to find something this powerful?”
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Mar 30, 2017 7:48:48 GMT
He'd said it and she had to school her face. When he hung up she put the phone away and she looked up as bhas came back. Taking the drink " thank you.. hes on a case at the moment I caught him at the airport but he said hed take it and be done with his current by tomorrow morning. Also said hed keep a ear out for similar where he was.. so its a greatvstart"
Sipping then she raised a brow" I didn't mention it because we both know that would be likely, that they would only be racing if there was someone else to race. As for the scarey power level a lone witch would need"
She couldn't help the shudder like someone had walked over her grave as her abuela said often." Cross reference of known assets that powerful with last known location and try to narrow down based onvwhat we get from whistler?"
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Post by Bhaskar Yatri on Mar 30, 2017 14:24:14 GMT
"Yes thats what I mean. What if we attack it like FBI did the mob. What if we address the disease by the foremost symptom. The thing tgat would give these perps the leg up. How could we find how hard it was to do what was done as well as those capable. Unlike lycanthropes and vampires or even the fae witches can hide literally anywhere with no real worrk needed." He was brain storming stoppung only to sip.
This was fun and all in theory but in fact and practice it was scary bad. So scary he was thunking of driving to Washington amd sitting down with his boss so as to call an all hands on deck.
It could easily become a national emergency.
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Mar 31, 2017 2:52:03 GMT
Both the aura on front of her swirling with worry and just the nature of this in general made, things bad." Well yes they can hide but not from other sensatives. So if we find a witch or sensative that can locate others then it would help"
She shrugged and finished her drink" ok um I need to go to the big box do you need anything? I can't think in dirty clothes"
Her steak was gone and she was full and energy.
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Post by Bhaskar Yatri on Mar 31, 2017 15:54:27 GMT
He chuckled at her statement about clothes and finding a finder. He knew just who too look for as it were. There was a 'finder' that had worked for the FBI as a confidential contractor out of New Orleans back in the sixties. A Charles de Rabineaux who was almost singlehandedly responsible for clearing eighty percent of the cold case division.
It wasn't until long after he retired that ten ninety sixes were classified and his true abilities were made known along with his sexual proclivities. He still even in his late age took on the odd case so long as discretion was used.
"No I'm good thank you. While you run think of a good old book we'd like to find will you. I think I have a way to short cut some of our leg work."
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Mar 31, 2017 21:52:21 GMT
"Old book?"
That was odd but she stood tipped for her meal and a bit took her things as she knew their room number. Slipping out shed keave the car but her guns would go along. Jacket closed over the rig feet aching some shed grab shoes first and wear them out.
Half hour and sixty bucks later, monica returned with 2 pair dark jeans ,belt, black runners and a couple shirts. There was also toothpaste, brush under things and a sleep shirt with a cute kitten in a glitter tiara in a separate bag. It had been a kitten or a creeper sloth.
After he let her in she locked her self into the bathroom and scrubbed till she felt clean. Emerging showered fresh mouthed hair wrapped around her head and tied. The ruins of her other outfit bagged to be gone through later. No shame about her kitten shirt.
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Post by Bhaskar Yatri on Apr 1, 2017 4:15:25 GMT
"Yeah you know what a finder is? Theres one that is an antiquarian but we need to maintain his invisibility. So we need an old book. Go get what you need text me once you are in bed." He said as she tossed a tip down. He smiled most of the Deputies under him never thought about paying when he was around. Yet here she was tossing down tip. He filed that away and bid her safe journeys.
After she left he set about getting a good drunk on it was his nightly pattern a safe inebriation meaning no driving. A stagger home to bed then a mindless sleep for two hours. Yet in the doing he’d sent off a few texts and made a few calls. As he was heading to bed he got a response. And he was pissed. How could there be a death certificate with De Rabineaux’s name. He read it and on the surface it seemed a robbery to his eyes but he was drunk and it was almost midnight.
So while normally he wouldn’t have bothered her he was drunk and sauntered over to her room. He knocked on the door which in fact was pounding. He whispered though in fact it was yelling “Davis open up!! They killed the bookman!!”
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Apr 1, 2017 4:39:51 GMT
Whipping open the door she frowned at him" you'll wake the dead come in"
Letting him past face palming, deep breaths" ok so lets try that again, the finder you wanted to use from nola is dead now?..well that answers the occurance of witch deaths elsewhere. Seems its widespread "
Soft sigh as she watched him not sure what to do with her drunk boss.
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Post by Bhaskar Yatri on Apr 1, 2017 5:14:03 GMT
"They are already awake…" He grumbled as he moved pass her. Unlike most who were in their cups he had great coordination and didn’t stagger. Shame as he really wanted to so fall into the armchair with the wheels on it. Sadly drunk as he was he sat far more graceful than he should. It betrayed a secret of his blood. Hopefully she wouldn’t pay attention.
" Look this speaks of a conspiracy. And we are trying to catch-up we are in a bad way. Get on the horn call your contacts we need help all of us need help. " Shaking his head he closed his eyes concentrating to not sound like a rambling idiot. “Look we have a critical mission on our hands somebody is miles ahead of us. The last time that happened we lost thirty Deputy Marshals and twenty SRS agents. We buried everything about the incident and scrubbed the scene.”
He shook his head trying to get rid of the images and the case files. He couldn’t nor could he say more about the dead. Sighing he looked at her, “ The world is a scary place.”
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Post by Monica Davis-banks walker on Apr 1, 2017 6:03:52 GMT
Brow hiked just who was she supposed to call. Looking at the time it was almost dawn. She sighed and since the book man was from nola she dialed del. Biting her lip hoping hed pick up. " its moni I heard you got a witch problem..we do to lets compare notes"
Sitting as she watched bhas think and watched him as he watched her.
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