1x1 Alpha*

[Erebaras]

Winter closed her eyes and sleep began to drift over her again. Her hands stayed firm on her drink though.

Kris waited a moment before responding. "The troopers?" he asked before pausing again to talk. "Winter might spook seeing them."

[Alpha*]

"But we will find her faster. Think about this, what if they were in an accident? Corvettes have alot of power, maybe they were driving fast and a tree fell? Perhaps they skid on ice, or a tree fell, someone hit them. I'm just saying if they were on a back-road..." James swallows, "They find her, that is where you come in. To calm her down. If that boy is any sort of man he is going to protect her to the best of his ability." he falls silent.

Morag gently takes her cup from her and scoots her down so she can sleep if she wants. Hooking the other blanket over the girl so that her head rests on his coat-covered knee. He continues to read, "And high in the tower..."

[Erebaras]

Kris nodded in agreement. "She will run..." he said, quietly. "Ever heard of the Lone Wolf?" The Lone Wolf was a lone person who started out as a thief then started killing. The murders were self defense appearing and few in number. The case wasn't a priority because it seemed like another case in Chicago. Off the records, Kris was the Lone Wolf.

Winter gave no fuse or argument about being moved. She barely opened her eyes to see what he had done, but quickly closed them. She found herself lost in his words and drifting faster into a dream state.

[Alpha*]

"Yeah I know him." he says sadly, "Just a kid." a pause, "I'm inv- I was investigating him. Got real close too..only quit cause my pa'tner..." tears prick his eyes. With the inside of his left wrist of his sleave long-john shirt he rubs at the scalding tears. "We were undercover..my partner found out who it was...by the time i got there..." he brushes his nose. "Yeah you wouldnt get it, even if you did....you shouldnt have to hear it." licking his lips, he turns on the radio, well actually the tape-player. Old rock-n-roll plays in the speakers. "No-more questions for right now kid. Get some sleep."

Morag continues to read alowed, sipping his now cold cocoa, and stopping to cough - though surpressed--frequently.

[Erebaras]

"No." Kris said, shaking his head. "Off the record, I claimed to be the Lone Wolf... Your partner was never killed by her. She isn't a cop killer. The deaths were to keep her alive." He sighed. "My sister is the Lone Wolf. That's why she is afraid of cops." He closed his eyes, not really to fall asleep.

Winter fell into a slight slumber. She still heard his voice, but it was faint.

[Alpha*]

James' fingers clench on the wheel, knuckles pale with the tightess. "Exp-- Expl..." he licks his lips, flexing his hands. "Dont tell me..I dont want to know. I dont want to hurt you too kid." he pauses, voice hardening. "I dont want to have to turn you two in." he shakes his head. "I dont..." his chest heaves and he flicks on the heater - noting the snow-flakes falling again. "Self defense?"

[Erebaras]

Kris sighed. "This is all off the record. If you feel the need to take someone in for it, take me. There is more evidence it is me." he said. "She is a minor with a brother who got into trouble. She was only protecting herself." He looked at the detective. "Sorry, I shouldn't tell you these things." he mumbled, looking away quickly.

[Alpha*]

He pulls to the side of the road and unbuckles, hopping out. He stands there stareing at the falling sky, hands on his hips. He doubles over; runs a hand down his face, chin. Like covering a yawn. Absently, his hand goes to the scars on his chest and abdomen, the gun. After a moment, when composure is regained he climbs back in the car and re-buckles up; he doesnt say a word. "Look Kristopher I'm not...going to...turn iether of you in. For now. If you kill again, iether of you, then I'll have no choice. But all I want...." his hands grip the wheel, like he is going to break it. His voice is icey cold and harder than diamonds, but shakey- he cant believe he is thinking this. Let alone saying it. "You know what I want.." a pause. "I want my pa'tner's killer dead." then he slams on the gas and tears out.Ending the conversation by turning up the music.

[Erebaras]

Kris blinked at the detective's reaction. He hadn't killed. Sure, beat a couple people up, but his sister was the only one willing to go that extra step for protection. He didn't want to admit it, but he was near positive he knew who might have killed the man's partner. He said nothing though and listened to the music.

[Alpha*]

Slowing down a tad, he turns down the music. One-handed, he unscrews the cap to his hot cocoa thermos and then takes a swig. Still going too fast, like wants to get caught. Get them in trouble. Another drink, a long one. A single eye on the road. Foot off the gas, slow down. He turns down the road he knows well when they are at an acceptable speed. "Listen, we get there, hang back. Look terrified. These guys will mess with you, dont say anything. ... they arnt exactly..I wasnt honest with you.."