1x1 Alpha*

[Erebaras]

Once at the car, Kris turned it on and drove off quickly. He had been a getaway driver in Chicago. He drove to the last place he had seen Ahbendahle.

Winter smiled slightly. "At least not you." she said, sitting next to him.

[Alpha*]

"You iether Winter. " Morag says, "Please...promise me." a pause, "Promise me you'll stay here." he coughs again, but the sound is layered with exaustion, breathless pleading the pain will go away. "How...is your shoulder?"

James grimaces at the pain in his leg, glareing balefully at the dead bear.

Ahbendale sits at the table taking apart and reassymbling his pistol.

[Erebaras]

Winter sighed then nodded hesitantly. "Fine. I promise." she said before looking at her shoulder and rubbing it subconsciously. "It's holding up. Don't worry about it."

Kris barely had the car at a full stop before throwing it into park. He jumped out while turning it off and ran to where he assumed Ahbendale would be. He was right. He stopped, ready for everyone to swarm him. He knew the drill. Then he remembered the pistol he had slipped behind his shirt again.

[Alpha*]

Ahbendale has the other pistol up, "What you doin' here boy? And wheres James?" because thats what he has always called the man he'd grown up with. He lowers the gun, his keen eyes taking in the other's panic. Standing and tossing his coat on after the last piece is in. "Somethings wrong. Where is James? What happened? Nevermind, drive." the man scoops up a back-pack and hops into the passenger side, buckling and slaming the door.

Morag's face flashes relief. "What else...am I supposed...to do?" he asks her, rolling his eyes with a slight smile.

[Erebaras]

Kris ran back to the car and jumped in. "I used to be a get away driver, so hold on." he said, turning the car on and driving quickly to where it had been parked earlier. "A bear attacked us. The detective pushed me out of the way and got attacked. He sent me to get help."

Winter smiled and relaxed some. "Rest." she said.

[Alpha*]

"Detective?" guffofs the criminal. "James' ain't no 'Detective' he's as bad as they come." he chuckes to himself, and hops out of the car. Surprisingly spy for an almost fifty-year old he heads off with his pack and his gun down the tracks at a relatively fast pace.

Morag shakes his head, he isnt tiered.

[Erebaras]

Kris nodded. He turned off the car and jumped out of the car and followed the criminal, pulling out a knife and keeping a distance from him. He didn't want the man to think he wanted to hurt him, hence that the short ranged weapon versus the pistol.

"I don't mean sleep, just rest. Relax." Winter said, looking him over.

[Alpha*]

James is fighting the nether darkness which is coaxing him. He had pulled himself out of the way of the icy north wind, mumbling incoherantly.

Morag reaches out a hand for her to come down and talk to him.

[Erebaras]

Kris quickly knelt next to James and put the knife away. "Did you blink?" he teased. "I've got him."

Winter sat on her knees, closer to him.

[Alpha*]

James pulls Kris closer, "Not...det-det ective." he choaks out in the other's ear. "I'm a waif." another term the other would know means he is undercover.

"Want to read?" Morag asks quietly.