Sept 22, 2017 13:32:44 GMT
Post by Will Chase on Sept 22, 2017 13:32:44 GMT
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| When Will first received the message from Dom he had been hoping it was just a nightmare, but two weeks had passed without him waking up. The existence of abilities like theirs was no longer only professed by conspiracy theorists and tinfoil hat enthusiasts, it was starting to gain serious traction. The whole thing was gaining more and more coverage - it was far beyond local news by now, with even international groups sitting up and taking notice. The second video hadn't helped. Maybe they could keep things under wraps until the whole world forgot, but there was no way Alice or Dominic would stand for that. She was far too noble and he, well, Dominic's attitude had reminded Will of nothing so much as a shark scenting blood in the water. The younger man had seen opportunity, and seemed determined to grasp it with both hands and not let go. Will couldn't even say he was wrong to do so. Not that he could've done much to stop it. He wasn't exactly in fighting shape at the minute, not since the baseball bat had slammed into his elbow and fractured the bone. There was no miracle doctor this time, leaving him with a short hospital stay and, once he finally managed to escape, a cast. The thug had gone down easily enough to Alice and Mason, which was something he was grateful for; had they not been there, he'd be worrying about more than his elbow. He'd resigned himself to sitting around for the few weeks it'd take to heal, which meant he was very surprised when he sat down for a coffee and saw a familiar face on the opposite side of the street. Will didn't realise who exactly he was seeing for a few seconds, but when he did he stood and left without even touching his coffee. After all, he hadn't seen Harry in weeks and Will had questions. It was definitely the man he had met before: the same leather jacket and jeans, the same asian cast, the same confident walk that said so clearly 'my friends are scarier than you'. Will knew the streets of the city like he knew the back of his hand, which left him feeling rather confused by the direction his quarry was travelling. While there were significant things in this direction - Saints Peter and Paul Church and the Church of Scientology, to name a couple - none of them seemed the sort of thing the Harry that Will had met would be interested in. Admittedly, their meeting had been brief and Harry had possessed a specific goal, but Will believed he had a fairly accurate read on the younger man. He walked for going on half an hour before Harry finally entered a building. He walked down set of steps recessed into the street and stepped through a nondescript black door at the bottom. The peeling paint made it look exactly like every other door on the street. The only thing that set it apart was the man that could be glimpsed just inside the door frisking Harry as the door swung shut behind him.
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