Revenge is Priceless 1

[Seryna]

"Eight o' clock." The man frowns. "Thanks, my watch was broken. I can't find my car keys... They say that I can go; but public transportation isn't too attractive right now."

He studies Olivia and Sam for a moment.

"You already knew my name. You're here to bring the bitch to justice, eh?"
His lips curled into a twisted smirk.

"Tell me that you're not putting me on. You two are going to handle this? Three of my boys tried to handle this. You know how many of them are breathing right now?"

The smile has staled, the lips pulling back into more of a grimace. Pain and grief flicker in his eyes; before he bits his lip and his eyes become more cold, distant. You wonder what he's thinking of that makes his face become intense and angry. The death of a friend? His own attack? Rob studies you in silence.

"Drive me to the club. Priceless." Rob declares. "Tell me your plan of attack. If it seems like you have a snowballs chance in Hell; I'll help you out. Otherwise; you should drop me at the club and keep rolling. This bitch isn't something to cut your teeth on. She's a professional. She's smart. She's ruthless. You sure that you know what you're doing?"

He looks to Olivia and Sam, setting his mouth in a grim line.

"What's her kill count at right now?" He asks, a challenge in his voice.
Justin Priest Olivia Mayer

[Cabochard]

Helene raises the paperwork as if to start working on it again, then remembers just how boring it is. She puts it back down and looks past Tal at the now-closed door, counting the people.

"Visiting your friend? What happened to him?"

[Seryna]

"You haven't found out much about Vanessa." Rob shook his head. "But I like your plan. You're more cautious than I was and..." Rob's voice trailed off. His eyes had a faraway cast to them.

"You drive me over to parking lot. I have to see it. Hell, my car keys might be there. On the way, I'll tell you what I know... after all, who are you looking for?"

He glanced between the two.
"There could be fifty women there tonight. I've seen her face to face."

[Seryna]

"You know what she looks like, then?" Rob looks Michael in the eye.

"Besides, how is the operation blown if I walk in there? I've been to that bar three times this week. My car keys are there. Maybe they were turned into the bartender. You know many people who can throw away a car? "

Rob shook his head.
"I think it would be suspicious if I don't at least ask after them."

He shook his head at Michael's questions.

"Seriously?" He looked past Michael to Sam.
"Are you serious? " He looked back to Michael.
"You think the lady was carrying three of us to a haven through a parking lot while the club was in full swing?"

Rob shook his head.

"Her primary - and best - offense is her speed. You know that boy Jay stepped in and got waylaid while she was running by him. She never stopped moving. If she had, we'd likely all be dead. Which tells me that a full on battle to the death in the parking lot wasn't on her mind. She was moving somewhere. So she has a haven. Now you guys don't want me hunting with you when I've been hunting this bitch for two weeks and clearly have more information than you do?"

Rob shook his head.
"Maybe we part ways here and I wish you the best of luck. I thought your plan of getting intelligence was smart. Not utilizing my previous intelligence on her... or asking me much about it at all... is making me wonder. Jay told you I was a hunter, too, right?"

[Tal]

"Yeah. He got hurt in a fight at that club, Priceless. We're just trying to talk him out of doing something stupid. In retaliation." She left out the part about their plan to do the retaliating. Though, from the sound of it, that might change. She really missed the days when there were briefings. If she had her way, she'd storm into the room and demand that Rob shut his incompetent ass up and start talking about what he knew. Was there some 'play 20 questions before you start talking" ritual that they hadn't been told about?

"Excuse me, for one second," she said to the woman, before ducking her head inside the doorway.

"Rob. Excuse me. Why don't you start volunteering some information. Tell us what you think we should know. We can plan, together, once we're all on the same type of page."