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Frost returned to his place the next night. His name had at least gotten him a few results. Lobo was some alien biker that 'couldn't be killed'. Yeah, Deacon would see about that. Gods could kill whoever they damn well pleased. However, the thing that made this particular little endeavor harder was the fact that this guy was an alien. Frost had to search the entire universe for him. No, scratch that, the whole goddamn nexus. Odds were the guy wasn't even from his reality. Fucking hell.
He looked down and caught sight of Leela's note. For a moment he just looked at it, and then he picked it up and read it more closely. "If not me, then who the fuck else?"
Shaking his head, he pulled out his cell phone and looked at it. Well, he had promised to keep Cel in the whole deal. For the moment, Frost didn't care why she wanted to be protected from vampires or a vampire; he just wanted to find this Lobo and get this out of the way. Part of him looked forward to it and part of him was just pissed at having to do it.
He dialed Cel's number and held the phone up to his ear.
He looked down and caught sight of Leela's note. For a moment he just looked at it, and then he picked it up and read it more closely. "If not me, then who the fuck else?"
Shaking his head, he pulled out his cell phone and looked at it. Well, he had promised to keep Cel in the whole deal. For the moment, Frost didn't care why she wanted to be protected from vampires or a vampire; he just wanted to find this Lobo and get this out of the way. Part of him looked forward to it and part of him was just pissed at having to do it.
He dialed Cel's number and held the phone up to his ear.