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[dresden4hire]

Who: Harry Dresden, Mercy Thompson, Peter Petrelli, and Susan Rodriguez
When: Saturday night just before evening sirens
Where: The streets of sector nine
Summary: Harry has found some of the missing teens and enlists some help in getting them back.
Warnings: Violence

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[askedtobe]

Harry wouldn't have to hope for too terribly long, considering Peter had no intention on being late, or missing on the opportunity to help out.

Hands stuffed deep into his pockets, Peter walked calmly down the streets of Sector 4, though he was keeping his eyes open to anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Well.. any more out of the ordinary then the things he was starting to get used to. Even if he was still in Sector 4, that didn't mean that something out of sorts couldn't happen.

Thankful that nothing seemed interested in hindering him on his path, as soon as he spotted Harry, he picked up his pace, walking up to the other man soon enough. The other... really, tall man. Peter suddenly felt rather small in comparison. "Hey, Harry. We waiting for anyone else?"

[bittennotbeaten]

Susan moved easily, quietly, making almost no noise as she approached the area Harry had asked her to meet him at, staying back and not joining the group yet. Back behind in a nearby alley, she watched from behind glasses and a scarf that covered the bottom half of her face. She was worried. Susan was in the process of crafting a careful and positive public persona and as badly as she wanted to help, she wondered if being so... open about it was a wise move.

Shoving her gloved hands back in her deceptively slender black coat, she felt the reassuring feel of the gun at her hip, accompanied by the knife at her back, both concealed, but easy to get to. That with her dark pants and boots made her almost disappear into the shadowed alleyway. And that was where she stayed for now, watching to see who else was to arrive.

[dresden4hire]

"Hello, Peter," he said with a smile as Peter approached. He wasn't sure what the young man could do, exactly, but Peter had reassured him that he could handle himself and wanted to help and that's what Harry needed right now.

"We're waiting for two more," he added, extending his hand for a shake. "Then we can go wait until sundown."

[vw_coyote]

Mercy could smell Harry and one... She froze for a moment and closed her eyes. The stick was slung across her shoulder. If they were going after a vampire, she wanted a big stick.

She, actually, wished that she had Zee's knife, but would take what she had.

There was someone who smelled almost vampiric nearby. Something was wrong. Her ears strained, trying to hear something near by. Finally, frustrated, Mercy kept the growl to herself and stepped forward. She'd smelled Harry before she saw him, but his was almost comforting in an odd way.

"Hey Harry." She said easily. Her body was tense, wondering at the smell that had teased her nose already. "This it?"