[b] Detective Brewer [/b]

They had been slowing his ass down for days now, having him investigate cases that weren't even worth his time, having him chase trivial cases. He sat now at his desk staring at his lap top screen saver, the station had a desk brought in for him to store his work and files, but he had no fucking files because the police hadn't given him any information on The Fallen [i]"Mother Fuckers."[/i] He thought, he got up and looked to the officer who was filling out paper work to his left "Adam, if the chief wonders where I'm at tell him going to the diner on 42nd street." He said grabbing his jacket and putting it on, he walked out to the garage and got into his car an unmarked crown vic, and drove into the night.

Brandon was stopped at a red light when by some lucky happenstance a group of bikers rode by the patch of the fallen angels on most of them, so he did the first stupid thing he's done in a long time and turned after them when his light turned green and tailed them from a distance and hoped and prayed they wouldn't notice him, eventually they pulled up to a bar and went inside, Brandon on the other hand found a safe place to park with the front entrance of the bar in view and his car out of sight. He reached over to the passenger side of the car and pulled out a small camera and started taking pictures of the bar.