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Tap, tap, tap. The soft manifestation of thought in progress broke through the otherwise still silence with persistent gentleness. Tap, tap, tap. It was the sound of finely polished keratin against enamel, as rhythmic and monotonous as a metronome that had been forgotten and continued long after the music had died. It was a habit she had acquired at some point in younger years when the woman was deep in thought. Some would think that the noise reverberating through her skull and the gentle constant tapping at her teeth would be more distracting than helpful and perhaps it was the reason she often ended up with a headache after long periods of quiet contemplation. Yet somehow the habit had persisted.

For all intents and purposes it would have appeared to any onlooker that she was studying the computer screen, the 3D interior design program she was using had long since been replaced with the ever changing colours of some swirling screensaver. She looked straight at it but her eyes were with her mind...somewhere else.

It was a simple conversation, even silly to begin with but the implications of what they had discussed could be way more serious than she had previously considered. Micah had told her not to think about it and she could only assume that that was because the possibility scared him as much as it did her. Velveteen had often joked about the difference between Hollywood type vampires and what she now knew to be reality. It was also a pet theory of hers that if vampires, who were thought to me completely imaginary creatures, were real then who was to say that unicorns and dragons didn’t either? It was a silly question really. Was it possible that the fae were the original beginnings of Tinkerbell? Obviously the legends of vampires had persisted over the centuries despite their non existence. Then came the seed that would soon grow roots and firmly bind itself in her mind.

Zombies. Supposedly those creatures in the QZ were sprouting from the tear in the veil created by Cobb seemingly by accident just over 2 years ago. But Zombies have been a part of movies and stories and legends worldwide for much longer than that. Was it possible that such a thing had happened before? Could it be that it wasn’t an accident at all? And if that was the case and this had happened before in the distant past...what happened? Did those fractures between worlds get healed? Was it possible? Her brow furrowed as her questions only served to bring about still more questions.

Her eye twitched as something else was demanding her attention though she was being stubborn. Tap, tap......She stopped and her head tilted sideways curiously. “Oh!” She exclaimed a little too loudly as she lurched forward. It was her phone that required her presence and as she had no idea how long it had been ringing she snapped it up quickly hoping that she hadn’t missed whoever was trying to reach her. She had hoped it was Micah but almost immediately she knew that was not the case. “Yes?”

“Hello, I am looking for Velveteen Brandt?” Came the unfamiliar, female voice at the other end.

Velveteen’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. “This is she.”

“Please hold one moment.” Came the reply. Vel pulled the phone from her ear and looked at it in disbelief. Did they seriously just ring and then put her on hold? She was tempted to just hang up but her thumb hung suspended over the screen and instead she decided to see what was up. Perhaps it was something to do with the Morgue.

This time however when they spoke again it was a male’s voice and her curiosity peaked. She listened and answered in the appropriate places and over all the conversation may have taken several minutes at most during which she was given an address. Her gaze narrowed as she ended the call. It was not very often that she was required to fill any procurement requests herself but she had been asked for specifically which was a little...odd. So was the fact that this particular client wanted to meet her personally before even telling her what the job was. Usually most clients were more than happy to have their orders taken via phone and the item delivered to some obscure drop off spot.

Alarm bells began to ring in her mind and before she did anything further she knew she needed to speak with her husband.

It was times like these that Micah seriously wished his daughter wasn't so damn stubborn. After he had gone to retrieve her a couple of nights prior he had been working on her car. As Zoey had suspected her radiator was shot but there were so many other problems that he didn't have a clue how she'd managed to drive it for as long as she had. The brakes needed replaced both front and back. The radiator was shot to hell with no chance whatsoever of being repaired which meant it was going to have to be completely replaced. And that was only the beginning of the list.

“Why don't you just junk it Micah? You worked on the Mustang for months. The better option here is to finish that and give it to her in place of this piece of crap.”

He didn't even have to look to see who it was. Bunny had managed to sneak into the garage during one of his many bouts of swearing and frustration, and had decided to finally make her presence known with her rather unhelpful commentary. Micah grit his teeth and gripped the wrench in his hand so hard it bent rendering it useless. A violent curse explode from his mouth as he whipped the ruined tool across the room where it hit the wall and fell to the floor with a clatter. Standing tall he shot the girl a glare so poisonous it had her squeaking in fear and fleeing before he could turn his temper on her.

Deciding that he needed a break Micah cleaned up his work area and locked up the shop for the night. Bunny had a point and he knew but right now he didn't want to think about that. He'd been away from Vel for hours, something that typically didn't happen and he wanted to get back to the Eyrie to see what she had gotten up to in his absence.

On second thought it was a nice night. Maybe he could convince her to put her work off for a couple of hours in favor of a ride on the bike. Micah kept his motorcycle in a secure room off the side of the garage and since he was already here it made more sense for her to just meet him instead of going back to the Eyrie. Digging his phone out of his pocket he scrolled through his contacts, highlighted her name and hit call then brought the device to his ear and waited for her to answer.

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Velveteen - No sooner had she thought it than her phone, still clutched within her hand began to....well ring would have been the usual term though the tone she had personalised for her husband was far from any kind of usual ringtone. If he ever rang her whilst out in public it could be a tad bit embarrassing, for others mainly. She grinned as she accepted the call and tilted her head to press her ear to the device. “I was just thinking of you.” The smile on her lips was easily conveyed in the tone of her voice, her immediate issue suddenly forgotten for that particular moment.


Micah - The sound of her voice had a smile appearing on his face. One of those goofy ones that no one but her ever got to see. Hell he hardly ever smiled to begin with so it surely would be a shocking thing to see. “Were you now? Must be why I had the strangest urge to call you.” He balanced the phone between his shoulder and his ear and leaned against one of the work benches that lined the wall in his garage. “And what were you thinking of?”


Velveteen - “Well just now I was thinking of that one time when we.......” Her voice dropped a few levels so that she was whispering as she shared the rest of her thought. He had this thing that he could do without even trying and that was to completely distract her, though suddenly she recalled the original reason for wanting to speak with him in the first place. “Oh...that and I got a phone call. An interesting one.” Her brow furrowed a little. “I want to talk to you about it. Where are you babe?”


Micah - “Woman don’t even get me started. I had a purpose for this phone call and now you’ve got me distracted and my mind is flying off in a completely opposite direct.” Amusement colored his tone. He couldn’t help it. This was what usually happened, they’d start talking about one thing then some small comment would have them going off on some other track that had nothing to do with the original conversation. “An interesting phone call?” He got the impression that a ride on the bike was not going to happen. “I’m at the garage. Think you can meet me here?”


Velveteen - “It was either there or the tattoo shop.” She grinned a bit. They very rarely were ever apart and when they were the options were pretty limited. “ And yes. I can!” She was already standing to make her way towards the portal that would take her there. She took a couple of steps and then looked back over her shoulder at the jacket that was draped over the back of the chair. Did she need it? Did she want it? The woman appeared to do a small dance of indecision before retracing her steps to gather up the garment. “See you soon, Hot Stuff.”

She disconnected the call and stuffed the phone away in her back pocket as anything more that needed to be said could be done so in a minute which was about all it took for her to be descending the stairs into the garage.


Micah - “I haven’t been spending much time over at Masterpiece. Every time I walk through the door the guys start bickering like a couple of old hens or some ****. It’s insane.” He shook his head and frowned. Maybe it was time to look into hiring new staff but that wasn’t something he wanted to do. The guys he had now were great artists and normally worked together like a well oiled machine. He just had to get to the bottom of whatever was going on. Maybe pull them aside one at a time to ask what was going on over there lately. Or send Bunny to spy. That would work too. “I’ll be waiting.” He ended the call and stuck the phone in the back pocket of his jeans.

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Velveteen - “With much anticipation...” The woman smirked as her foot reached the concrete floor. She stopped for the briefest moment and looked around at all the tools, broken and bent, that littered the floor. “And in a better mood than you were earlier I hope.” She made her across the garage, stepping over parts and twisted metal to where he was. The bench offered a small reasonably clean area for her to place her jacket before her hands refuge on his hips. “It not working out, babe?” She inquired, flicking her head in the general direction of the latest addition to the growing collection of cars that were housed here.

Micah - He scowled and resisted the urge to start cursing again. Remembering those breathing techniques he’d read about on the internet he mentally counted to 10 in hopes of keeping his temper under control. He did however kick the front end of the red Fiero just for spite. How he hated that damn car. “No. It’s being stubborn. Just like it’s damn owner.” He sighed when he saw how many tools he’d managed to ruin. “So. Your phone call?”

Velveteen - The woman smirked a little and tilted her head, resisting the urge to add anything further when his question reminded her once again of why she needed to speak with him in the first place. “Mmm....yeah it was odd. A client looking for us to acquire something for them. They didn’t way what though. Instead....he wants to meet and discuss it with me in person.” Her gaze flickered up over his features as she watched for a reaction. “I’m not entirely sure I am comfortable with that but we haven’t turned down a job yet.”

Micah - “Acquire something?” He raised his eyebrows. It wasn’t very often that anyone called her asking her to find something for them. He couldn’t help but be curious especially if she felt the need to speak with him first. “Wait. Is that all he said? Just that he wanted to meet with you in person?” Micah didn’t like the sound of that at all.

Velveteen - Jet black strands shifted as she shook her head. “No...He gave me an address. Said we would discuss the finer details of the job then and that it would pay well but....He specifically wanted me to do the acquiring.” The sharp edges of her teeth played over lower lip thoughtfully before she tilted her chin upwards to capture his gaze with her own. “It sounds a bit....suspicious. I don’t want to go alone. I have no idea who this guy is. It could well be a trap of some sort for all I know right now. Will you come with me?”

Delicately curved brows rose slightly on her forehead as she hoped for a positive answer to her question. It wasn’t that Velveteen wasn’t capable of taking care of herself, no one would question that but with all the paladins and the fact that it was her faction that had taken out Ezequiel not that long ago, it would not have surprised her if some were out for revenge.

“Hopefully it won't take long.” Her train of thought took a sudden shift as she eyed her husband curiously. “Why did you call babe? Is something up?”

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Micah - Any plans he might have tentatively made were pushed from his mind as she spoke. Yeah no way in hell was he going to let her go along. Not to meet some stranger that refused to say what he wanted. Hell would freeze over first before he let his wife walk into an unknown situation such as this alone. “It’s not important now. There will be other nights.” And there would be. They hadn’t taken the bike out yet mostly because things had been crazy and there simply just hadn’t been any time for it. Once again it would wait. This was much more important. “Of course I’m going with you. What’s the address?”


Velveteen - Her features twisted a little as she recalled the address. “Some obscure place over in Elmworth. Nowhere I have been before but I don’t think it will be hard to find. He said I would know the place when I saw it. Whatever that means.” She seemed to become increasingly confused as she spoke. “But only one way to find out I guess. Take the truck?” She’d already began reaching for her jacket. “He said to be there in about an hour. I don’t see any harm in turning up a wee bit early, do you? I wanna get a look at this place.”


Micah - He reached over and retrieved a set of keys that hung from a hook on the wall. “What the hell is over in Elmwood?” He rarely if ever ventured into that area of the city mostly because there wasn’t anything of interest to him there. Moving across the room he tossed the keys in her direction and pushed a button on the other side of the garage that opened the door. “You can drive.”


Velveteen - The woman shrugged as she brought her hand up to snatch the keys from the air though she turned them over in her pam once or twice. She’d not driven the truck before. Hell it had been a while since she had driven at all, usually opting for fast travel via powers or on the bike if she had to travel the streets at all. She uttered a quick and silent prayer before opening the door and pulling herself up into the drivers seat which suddenly made her feel quite small. “If you insist my babe.” She said quietly and turned the key in the ignition which brought the vehicle to life. She backed out slowly, even if somewhat overly cautiously and then stopped to wait for him to join her.


Micah -“I do insist. You know the address.” Very few people were allowed to drive his truck. 2 to be precise. Zoey was the other one and even then it was a rare occurrence. As he watched her slowly ease the truck out of the garage he couldn’t help but be amused. She was being overly cautious for no reason. If she hit something it could easily be repaired. Once the truck cleared the garage he set the alarm then hit the button for the automatic door, then walked around the vehicle and got in the passenger’s side. “Let’s get this over with.”


Velveteen - “Oh baby.” Was all she said as she reversed out into the street and shifted into drive. “If I break it...I hold you responsible...just so you know.” The woman smirked playfully and afforded a shifty sideways glance at the man. “You know..there is still that thing we haven’t done too....We must correct that soon.” Her eyes turned once more to focus on the road ahead as she eased around a corner, and she could have easily been talking to herself for all the direction of her conversation.
“You know..even after two years it still feels really odd driving on the wrong side of the road.”

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Micah - He snorted softly and reached to switch off the radio. “You aren’t going to break it and even if you do it can be fixed. And if it can’t?” He shrugged. “I can replace it, no problem.” He turned his head and studied her profile. “There are many things that we haven’t done that need to be corrected but I don’t think this is the time to discuss any of that. Might distract us...ok it would distract us.” He fell silent then and looked out the window at the passing scenery, his mind already focused on the upcoming task.

Velveteen - “You know....” She started to speak and then paused as if she had changed her mind mid sentence. Her head canted to the side a little. “What if this is legit? What the **** could the reason be for me personally getting whatever it was? I’m no thief. I can’t steal **** from a sewerage plant.” “

Micah - He was quiet for a few minutes before he responded to her. “You might not be able to but I can. You know this. If it’s something that needs to be stolen by breaking in some place you know that I can do it. And if I get caught well, I get caught. We’ll deal with that if it happens.”


Velveteen - She nodded though apprehension began make its presence known. They had just entered the Elmworth area and her neck stretched a little as she began getting her bearings and peered over the wheel looking for hints that were at least close to where they needed to be. It wasn’t long before she brought the truck to stop outside one rather large, extravagant looking mansion. “Holy ****. I didn’t know they had places like this up here. You been casing the wrong joints baby.” She crossed her arms over the steering wheel after shutting off the engine. “If this is a set up then it is a pretty bloody expensive one.”

Micah - “I’m not casing the wrong digs I just happen to break in to look for things that might be useful to you and the other in the faction that craft.” Micah gestured to the obviously expensive house they were parked in front of. “If I were to break into something like this then I doubt I could find much of anything that would be useful in making a Shock Cage. Now if you were looking for a pair of diamond earring I am pretty sure that I wouldn’t have any trouble acquiring you something like that from a place like this.” He knew she wouldn’t want diamonds - she wasn’t overly fond of jewelry.

Velveteen -The woman turned her silver gaze on her husband and began shaking her head, a silly grin plastered on her lips. “I wasn’t being literal, babe.” Her eyes moved over his form and she got that look, the one that indicated she was obviously giving something some very serious thought. “So uhhh....If I wanted those diamond earrings and you did break into some place like this would you dress all ninja like to do it? Like, black pants and jacket, matching balaclava or something? Oh wait....you wouldn’t need to. You already dress like that.” She snickered and leaned over to give him a playful shove. “Lets do this, yeah?”

Micah - He head turned to the side so he could look at her and shoot her a devious smile. “I suppose if you really wanted them I could find them for you. Maybe a necklace to match. Or maybe a bracelet too? Or maybe there’s like a whole vault full of jewels and ****. Bet I could find you anything you asked for.” He was joking now. Just because the place looked fancy on the outside didn’t mean that the inside was just as impressive. “And I wouldn’t need to dress like a ninja. All I’d have to do is say boo and they’d just hand over the goods if they knew what was good for them.” He snickered when she shoved him and opened the door of the truck so he could get out. “Let’s do this babe.”

The rest went much as Velveteen had expected. They were buzzed in and met at the door by a woman in what appeared to be a nurses uniform, she hadn’t expected that, and then led along a corridor with the occasional corner to turn until they reached a decorated, heavy looking, wooden door. She could only assume at this point that the person who had requested her presence was behind that door. They were instructed to wait as their guide slipped inside and closed the door behind her. The dark haired vampire allowed her gaze to wander as she inspected their surroundings, every now and then glancing at her husband, though both remained silent.

The place, or at least what they had seen of so far, was opulent and almost museum like. Velveteen didn’t know much about art or artifacts as such but the pieces that littered the hallway spoke of age and money. Old money. The kind that had been in a family for generations. The fine film of dust that blanketed everything implied that either few used the hallways or the owner no longer cared too much about the general appearance; Though it was plain to see that at one point in time each piece on display was a testament to the wealth that had acquired them.

She tipped her head a little suddenly realising that all she could hear was....nothing and considered it kinda odd that not even quiet murmurings were detected from the other side of the door despite her keen sense of hearing. Her mouth opened as she was about to ask Micah if he could hear anything when the heavy wooden partition swung open and they were ushered in.

As they entered Velveteen couldn’t help but feel like she had just stepped into a completely different building. The white, sterile room looked as if it had been plucked right out of a hospital. A heart monitor pulsed and illuminated the surrounding area rhythmically. Other various machines surrounded the bed that obviously took centre stage, it was the only lighted area in the otherwise dark room and a frail, emaciated male that appeared to be in his seventies perhaps laid there looking much like death himself. The room smelt of illness and old age and she wrinkled her nose against the offending odour.

She reluctantly moved a little closer as their host began to speak, having already ascertained that in his current state he was far from being a threat, and as he spoke she couldn’t help the look of curiousity that caused her brow to rise ever so slightly, once or twice. There was talk of a dinner party for some rather prominent members of the upper echelons of Harper Rock society and in the same conversation he spoke of his own ill fate that had befallen him and the following admission of defeat by medical practitioners despite the amounts of money they had been offered. Another transplant at his age and his state would surely be the end of him, though Velveteen doubted that the end wasn’t already nipping at his heels right now. She tilted her head after having listened though she gave little care to what ailed him and was growing increasingly inquisitive about her part in all this when finally, before she could even ask, he provided the information he sought.

She was shocked at his request, though showed no outward sign of it and simply nodded. He accepted her outrageous price for the task, much to her disdain. She was actually hoping he would refuse, and considering the job she could now understand why she was asked for. He must have done his homework on this. She really wanted to say no, the possible ramifications already being processed in her mind but denying him could also be detrimental to the reputation she had worked so hard on building for the business. She simply nodded before adding a few words about returning with the goods in a couple of nights. Though as long as it was before the weekend, however, it didn’t seem to matter much to the old man. After having been dismissed and retreating from the room, the way the old guy laughed and slapped his wrinkled hands together whilst he spoke of holding the best dinner party this town had ever seen kind of stuck with her. Was he really gonna do what she thought he was gonna do?

The two vampires made their way back out into the night in silence and neither uttered a word until they were safely back inside the truck. She shook her head and turned her rather wide and disbelieving gaze on her husband. “Do you ******* believe that?!”

Something about this place set him on edge. A quick glance at their surroundings reflected that the interior of the house had seen better days and it had Micah on high alert. Now more than ever he was glad that she had asked him to come with her, not that he would have let her go alone in the first place. But the whole place just gave off this weird vibe. And the silence. It was absolutely unsettling. Not for the first time he wondered just what Vel had gotten them into. He glanced down at his wife and could tell that she was about to say something but before she could the door opened and they entered through the heavy wooden doors that they had been led to.

The first thing he noticed was the stark white sterile environment. Exactly like a hospital room. Instinct urged him to run but it was like his feet were glued to the floor. Flashbacks assaulted his mind taking him back all those years ago to the last time he had been greeted with such a sight. Only this time instead of his mother laying there frail and on her deathbed it was a complete stranger. Was this the man that had called the meeting?

The smell hit him then. Chemicals and other normal scents that come with being around sick people but there was also the scent of death. It wasn't easy to detect but it was there. After giving the elderly man laying in the hospital bed a quick glance he let himself relax. The man was in no condition to hurt either one of them but that didn't mean that he should let his guard down. He half paid attention as the old man began to speak. Kidney failure from the sounds of it. Transplants had been attempted but each and every one had failed and the doctors had given up. Apparently he was too old and sickly to waste the resources on. Micah didn't blame them for the decision. The guy looked like he didn't have much longer to live as it was. And then he told them what he wanted.

At first Micah thought he had heard the guy wrong. But the more the guy spoke and described what he wanted and why he wanted it – yeah. There was no mistake about it at all. Vel named her price and when the old man agreed to the outrageous sum without even batting an eyelash all the killer could do was just shake his head. Just when he thought he'd heard it all the people in the world continued to surprise him. After this job Micah was going to strongly urge Vel to change the list of things that they were willing to get. Body parts and internal organs were now off of the table. They were dismissed then, and he wasted no time in getting the hell out of there. What a freak. He couldn't help but think as he followed Vel outside.

He didn't know what to say in response to her question but as the minutes passed the silence in the truck grew uncomfortable and he just couldn't stand it any longer. “No...I just.” He shook his head and tried again. “Jesus Vel why did you say yes? How the hell are we going to get this done? And by the weekend?” There just weren't words for the situation that they had found themselves in.

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Velveteen - She slumped back in the passenger seat and ran her hands down her leather clad thighs. “I....hadn’t thought that far ahead and I didn’t think he’d say yes.” She shook her head and stared night through the windscreen. “But I couldn’t say no either. What if word got out that we couldn’t deliver?” She did have to admit that it probably wasn’t the smartest thing she had ever agreed to but part of her was excited at the challenge. She’d never operated on live bodies before but she knew enough about the anatomy to complete the task...well for the most part. “If we aim for so many a night we should be able to. I think.” She hardly sounded especially convincing though her mind was already working on a plan.


Micah - He just stared at her. “Woman. Did you even consider the consequences? Or did you lose your common sense when he agreed to that ridiculous price that you gave him?” He knew that what he had just stated was uncalled for. But he knew nothing about this sort of ****. The amount that he wanted and the amount of people they were going to have to pluck off the streets wouldn’t go unnoticed would it? They’d have to be healthy people so the only option he saw was having to kill them when they were finished.


Velveteen - Velveteen was never one to enjoy admitting she wrong and most of the time just plain didn’t. She could be stubborn, even more so when she felt challenged. Her eyes flashed darkly and she huffed indignantly at his suggestion. “Of course I have considered the consequences and no I didn’t. I told you that I didn’t think he would say yes, but by then I couldn’t back down either.” Her brow furrowed and she pursed her lips as she eyed him for a moment. “You don’t have to help me, though I will need someone. I can’t do this on on my own.”


Micah - The glare he gave her was downright poisonous. “You could have fooled me. You don’t need the ******* money and don’t give me that **** about how we don’t deliver.” Even though he was irritated he could see why she’d taken the job. The guy may have been on the verge of kicking the bucket but that didn’t mean he didn’t have connections. And it was pretty obvious that the elderly man’s sanity had begun to slip. Why else would he ask for what he had? “No. **** no woman. You aren’t doing this **** alone.”


Velveteen - Her lips twitched a little and her eyes roamed restlessly as she sat back and began to pluck at her lower lip. She was thankful that he would help because quite frankly she had no idea who else she could ask. Yeah it was gonna be risky, and they would have to be extremely careful. “Think of it as an ...adventure. A challenging adventure.” She cast a furtive glance his way and a small grin formed on her pale lips. “If we do this right, no one has to die now would anyone actually suspect that it was anything supernatural. A band of black market organ thieves came through town and then moved on....that’s all. It happens!” Granted it wasn’t especially common place, and thirteen in a matter of days was probably a little out of the norm but...she had convinced herself it was entirely plausible.


Micah - He grumbled under his breath. An adventure. It was going to be something but he didn’t know if he should call it an adventure. Hare brained scheme sounded better in his mind. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her smile and some of the irritation fled at the sight. “Fine. An adventure. It’ll be a grand time.” Sarcasm slipped into his tone and he bit back any other snide remarks that might have made their presence known. “Do you even know anything about stealing...kidneys?”

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Velveteen - She squirmed a little and then shrugged. “Well it’s not something I have done before, but I’m sure we can manage. I mean, I know where they are, how to get them out and stitch it all back up. We can only take one from each person though and for whatever reason if the movies is anything to go on, dropping them in a tub of ice water afterwards is supposed to help.” She grinned a little sheepishly and shrugged again. “Anything else I can probably...google it?”

Micah - “Google it....” he echoed her with just the slightest bit of disbelief in his voice. Could you really find that kind of **** on Google? It was the internet after all, stranger things had happened. Maybe there were entire websites dedicated to to harvesting of live human kidneys. It really wouldn’t surprise him if there were. He sighed and leaned forward to rest his head on the steering wheel. The whole situation left him with a bad feeling but he very well could just be overreacting. “Well I hope your search on Google proves to be a success.”

Velveteen - “Oh come on...we can do this.” She twisted in her seat and sat forward a bit. “There are a few things i’m gonna need though. We will need to map out a route, prep the drop spots before we head out for the night. I will have to go to the Morgue and the Hospital for some stuff. We’ll need a van. Ooorrr.....” Her silver orbs widened a little. “We could....borrow an ambulance. You can drive, I’ll do my thing. Could probably teleport back to the drop off, in shadows. No one will be able to connect us to anything.”

Micah - He knew they could do it, that wasn’t the problem. Surely something like this was going to take days to plan and they didn’t have days. The freaky old guy wanted them in like 2 days and Micah just didn’t see how that was going to happen. Though planning **** on the spur of the moment was something that his wife excelled at so maybe, just maybe they could pull this off.

He went to start the truck and his hand froze before he could turn on the ignition. Surely she was joking. A look at her face told him that no she was quite serious. “Woman...” he began in an eerily calm voice as he let go of the key and sat back in his seat. “Do I look like the type of person to drive an ambulance?”

Velveteen - She could tell by the look on his face and the tone of his voice that he reluctantly resigned himself to the plan, well what little there was of one and she smiled. Granted they would have to work fast, not be sloppy and just get on with it. It was certainly going to be a couple of wild nights but it wasn’t like they had anything big going on elsewhere lately. She leaned over a little closer and gave him one of her more mischievous grins. “Aww come on babe. Don’t be like that. I’ll let you play with the siren.”

Micah - The strangest vision entered his mind. Of him. Tearing through the streets of Harper Rock in a stolen ambulance, siren screaming and him laughing like that fucked up doctor in that movie he’d seen once. The one where the doctor was a ******* loon and tried to give this chick a heart transplant in a rundown mental facility. Jesus is that what he was resorting to? He had to admit it would be amusing. “I’m not using the siren,” he grumbled as he turned the key and the truck came to life with a low rumbling purr. “I draw the line at the siren.”