(A collab post between myself and Kaylan)

Colleen Jennings was on the move, although she was not aware of the email sent out by a fellow hunter just yet, she had other reasons completely for being out and about at the opening hours of this evening. She was on the phone, waiting somewhat patiently for the man she was calling to wake his sorry ass up and pick the damn phone up. Before long, the ring tone was replaced by a grumbling sound and the noise of a phone being fumbled with, and Jennings practically sang into the phone. [b]"Well, good morning to you, sleepy head. Get coffee on the pot Alex, we got work to do."[/b] Alexander, who was on the other end of the line, groaned a bit, stretching as he sat up, that woman on the other end having already hung up and was probably at least half way to his apartment, since she had already called. He sighed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, half tempted to just go back to bed and blow her off, but she usually had an excusable reason for when she pulled this kind of stunt, so he got out of bed and put on a pot of coffee, going about getting dressed and getting his hunting kit together, just in case, you never knew what kind of situation Ms. Jennings would pull you into with no warning what so ever. She never just made social calls, always a reason behind her visits after all.

Jennings arrived, knocking at the door, and heard Alex say it was open, and she let herself in, following the smell of coffee. Sure enough, Alexander was sitting at the kitchen table, a pot of black coffee sitting on the table, the local news on the small TV that the detective, secretly hunter, kept for himself to keep track of what the local news stations thought of recent events. Sitting down, Jennings poured herself a cup of coffee, smiling at the scruffy man sipping coffee, staring at the news network, and jokingly punched him in the shoulder a bit. [b]"Lighten up there, gumshoe, you would have woken up in a few more minutes anyways. Besides, you been keeping up with the news? Stuff's been going on under the radar, folks are writing it off like they always do, or are being told to write it off like they always do."[/b] Alex nodded, sipping from his coffee and replying in kind, the tiredness was still clear in his voice. "Yea, the call's been put out for the Hunters again. Got an email earlier, from a solid guy. Figure you were coming here for that reason. And you just wanted to steal more of my coffee, since your too lazy to make your own most days, seems like."

Jennings smirked, winking at Alex as she checked her phone, loading up her emails from there while Alex stood up, cleaning up the coffee that wasn't going to be drank, cleaning the table off and what not, while she read the email and typed in a reply, shooting it off rather quickly to the fellow Hunter who had sent the email. One Robert Chandler, and she typed out a quick, easy reply while Alex finished packing up, having armed himself as well. [b]"Jennings here. I just snagged Alexander, we'll be on our way and present in a few hours, talk to you soon!"[/b] Finishing the text, she heard Alex pick up his keys, and looked at him, and he raised an eyebrow. "Do you think I would leave my Oldsmobile here? I would get back and some kid would either have stolen it, stolen the radio, or vandalized it. I ain't leaving her unattended." They got into an argument over why they should be in seperate vehicles or not, why Alex cared so much about a shitty car, so on and so forth for a good several minutes, easy.

Finally Jennings just threw her hands up and walked out, Alex was refusing to budge in this case. He was right behind her, jumping into the driver's seat of his Oldsmobile while she got into her truck, which she thought was a far more appropriate vehicle for Hunting, why the hell Alex had gone and found some Oldsmobile and proceeded to buy it and actually use it for hunting was beyond her! Alex would have gladly explained that he found it hilarious that he would pull up in an Oldsmobile, and some aging detective would step out, removing any potential folks had for thinking he was threatening, right up until their head vanished in a fine red mist, a .454 Casull round having marvelous effects like that. But Jennings would hardly care, she didn't think two vehicles were necessary, and refused to ride shotgun in an Oldsmobile, and off they went, as soon as they hit the highway, Alex would pull alongside Jennings, the two hunters cruising side by side to their final destination for the evening, as it were.