Elle clings to the man driving the motorcycle, her fingers white knuckled in the front of his jacket, the Hound absolutely petrified, but mastering herself, as is her new mantra. Master the beast, master the beast, dont let it rule you.
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Elle clings to the man driving the motorcycle, her fingers white knuckled in the front of his jacket, the Hound absolutely petrified, but mastering herself, as is her new mantra. Master the beast, master the beast, dont let it rule you.
"Just hold a bit - we're almost there." Reed said as he read a passing street sign before driving for a few more blocks to her haven. "And here we are."
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"I thought we were going to the Prince's to investigate? Or do you think it is too close to dawn?" she asks, looking confused.
"Yeah, we were - but then I thought perhaps we could find something unpleasant and should be dressed for the occasion." He said indicating her current attire, "Before heading toward Freddrick's haven - which I see it's a twenty minute drive from here."
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"Oh...Right..." she comments, getting off the bike and tugging down her skirt.
She heads inside the warehouse, leaving it open whether he follows and goes into a small room to put on ass kicking clothes, steel toed boots included, tucking guns and knives into their appropriate holsters.
"Ready.." she says.
Reed gave a low whistle as he appraised her new attire.
He waited for her to jump back on the bike before he press the gas petal making the engine roar. He had checked the time as he was waiting on his phone - marking how much night they had left - which gave them a good six hours before daybreak. Quickly, he drove them toward former Prince's place before he turned off the engine.
"We'll take picture as we walk around the haven - keep your eyes peeled for any unusual signs.." he pause thinking for a moment ".. or anything that doesn't call your attention."
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Elle clings for dear life again, after of course quirking her brow at the whistle.
"Whose running this show? Whip or Hound?" she pokes him lightly as she gets off, but smiles a little, glad to have something to do so she cant dwell.
"Sorry, old habits." Reed replies. However, his stature and presence has become a seasoned investigator as he begin inspecting the place - checking that the door was left unlocked.
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Elle follows him, eyes like a hunters, sharp and piercing as she paces around the room.
{{We need to roll when the ST gets back...}}
Reed decided to make a bit of small talk as they investigate - to keep the beast somewhat calm - as they look through the mess. "Hmm.. care to make some small talk as we look around?" He asked.
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