Before this.

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells made sure to enter Milliways through a nice safe door, since he expected to return to London with some assistance at his side. 'Safe', in this case, means the door to his back garden. There should be just enough room for the giant dog contingent; the humans may have to back into the house, though

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[nitro_is_ace]

Yes, speaking of the giant dog contingent, it seems that is all this group is - lots and lots of dogs. Some of them on two feet, but still.

It's making Ace twitchy.

"Yes, mum." She catcalls back, jumping up on a low stone wall to get out of immediate pouncing range. Gyah, dogs.

[wellthrownstone]

Garion, dressed almost like an Earth person (read: pants, jeans specifically) steps up.

Cooper, Nelly sitting beside him (and almost as tall) has been here a few minutes.

"Here."

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells nods, looking around for Zuko. Ah, there he is.

"All right. The man whose hide we're after today's the Under-secretary of State and Minister for Defence Procurement. His name's Adam Drayson. I don't think he's served a day of military duty in his life; he's a bureaucrat and a coward. We know where he works, shouldn't be too hard to find out where he lives. The only real question now is how many bodyguards the son of a bitch's likely hired-"

There's a soft pleedle-eedle-eedle noise; Wells looks down. "The fuck?" he says to no one in particular. "Hang on a tic, that's my brother calling..."

[princeinexile]

The dogs tilted their heads, blinking at the chiming noise. Zuko ruffled Gifr's ears, but none spoke as he watched.

The dogs keep peering at their sister, but they are barely contained from greetnig her and playing. After all, this is hunting time.

Outside the Restaurant

[milkbonesoldier]

Tom Wells' restaurant is in a decent part of London whose primary recommendation is that it's very inconvenient to get to from Harry's house. The Under-secretary doubtless thought his choice of supper venue very clever.

Possibly he should've done more research, instead of spending all his time hiring those guards. Honestly, there are far more important men than he who don't deploy a fleet of five bodyguards to keep 'hidden' watch over an eatery. He's got no perspective at all.

Wells shakes his head in disgust as he spots the first of the five, a rooftop watcher. "Zuko," he says quietly over his shoulder. "I need to get in there without bein' reported or stopped. You and the lads could do with some exercise, am I right?"

Re: Outside the Restaurant

[princeinexile]

The 'boys' all grin. With Zuko, it is one thing. With the dogs, it is another. "I don't think they can get up there, but I assure you, I can scale that easily," he replies--

--two ticks and he's already gone. Goddamn ninja firebenders. You blink twice and he's scaling a wall in the shadows like he was born there.

Re: Outside the Restaurant

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells shakes his head. If he could've done that at Zuko's age... well, he'd probably have had to marry Annie a lot younger.

The watcher on the rooftop is a silent, still man, not a patroller. He was a soldier for a few years some time back. Left the service because he wasn't interested in taking that many orders, took up bodyguarding because he was good at it. He's not about to shoot anything that passes below, just call it in- not as if he thinks the paranoid little git's going to need anyone shot to begin with.

He's listening as well as watching. Is it likely to do him any good?

Re: Outside the Restaurant

[princeinexile]

Does the wind call attention to itself? Does the the rustling of trash in the street? No. Zuko is not the absence of sound, conscpicuous silence, but simply there among it, lost.

But silver fangs close around the man's neck, scissoring with abrupt chill against his neck.

"I suggest standing down," Zuko says, voice whispery behind the mask of teh Blue Spirit. "Surrender quietly, sir, and you will live. Fight, and you die for a man with no honor. Do you want your blood shed for a man who sends honest soldiers to their deaths for the sake of a dog he wishes to own?"