He’s the devil in disguise a snake with blue eyes
Characters: Thomas, Harry, and whoever else might want to come along
Time: Sunday/Monday, before sunset (playing a little loose with time here)
Location: 26th and Federal; Parking lot off the freeway
Content: Thomas and Harry have A Plan to find one of the new, less savory denizens of Chicago. It is the best, most simple plan ever and nothing could go wrong. As such, anyone is welcome to bump into them and point and laugh.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Seriously, nothing could go wrong with this brilliant plan.
It had taken a couple of days, but Thomas had eventually figured out where Zero was in Chicago. The family business had a tendency to move around the city every so often and without either the Raiths' network or a desire to tip his hand to his older sister, Thomas had been forced to use less glamorous means of searching to find the club. Which meant a lot of guesswork into Lara's mind, even more legwork around Chicago, and even one or two tricks he'd picked up from Harry.
Not that he would tell his little brother that.
When he found the most likely spot, Thomas had texted Harry a location, and parked the Hummer in the parking lot of an old warehouse halfway through its metamorphosis into overpriced condominiums and lofts. He leaned against the hood of the Hummer and waited, carefully careless, grey-blue eyes watching the occasional group walk past, waiting for backup.
Time: Sunday/Monday, before sunset (playing a little loose with time here)
Location: 26th and Federal; Parking lot off the freeway
Content: Thomas and Harry have A Plan to find one of the new, less savory denizens of Chicago. It is the best, most simple plan ever and nothing could go wrong. As such, anyone is welcome to bump into them and point and laugh.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Seriously, nothing could go wrong with this brilliant plan.
It had taken a couple of days, but Thomas had eventually figured out where Zero was in Chicago. The family business had a tendency to move around the city every so often and without either the Raiths' network or a desire to tip his hand to his older sister, Thomas had been forced to use less glamorous means of searching to find the club. Which meant a lot of guesswork into Lara's mind, even more legwork around Chicago, and even one or two tricks he'd picked up from Harry.
Not that he would tell his little brother that.
When he found the most likely spot, Thomas had texted Harry a location, and parked the Hummer in the parking lot of an old warehouse halfway through its metamorphosis into overpriced condominiums and lofts. He leaned against the hood of the Hummer and waited, carefully careless, grey-blue eyes watching the occasional group walk past, waiting for backup.