The last rays of sunset filtered through the blinds of the three room, third story apartment, painting the back of the main living space a rose red and illuminating the figure within it. Garret sat at a low table, various arrows laid out in-front of him, alongside sharpening instruments and a tool that helped fill the bodkins. Currently his attention was focused on the broadhead in his hands, he rotated it slowly as he drew the old whetstone along the head, making sure the arrow head had a razors edge. Setting down the whetstone, Garret felt each of the three edges of the broad head, and finally satisfied with his work on the arrow set it down with a slight sigh. Tonight was going to be a big night, even for the hunter, full moons always were. Even though they were generally good about keeping a low profile and keeping to the areas outside the city, tonight was their time to cut loose, a monthly celebration or some other such idea, and as such it was the night they got sloppy. Whether it was a new born Omega attacking a human pedestrian, or the unwilling turnings that had been occurring, tonight was when the most breaches of the peace tended to happen, thus freeing Garret from the constraints of the old code to act.

Standing Garret made his way to his small bedroom, and the side of his bed. Reaching under he felt the bottom of the bed till he felt a slmall seam. Pressing up he heard a faint click as a large box fell unto the floor. Gripping it tightly Garret pulled out the box and set it on his bed, opening it after he did so. Inside was a set of leather armor, which he dawned carefully, his cloak, which his slung over his shoulders, his bow, quiver and knives. But at the bottom of the box was the gauntlet. Reaching in with his right hand Garret lifted the tool and slid his ruined hand into the socket of it. Hie felt his fingers curl and tighten around the trigger mechanism for the thing, he toyed with it a bit as he secured the gauntlet's straps. Striding out to the living room Garret gathered his arrows and slid them into his quiver, attaching his bow to it as he did so.

Moving to his balcony door and simply looked out of the glass of a small while, mentally preparing himself for whatever lies ahead. Taking a deep breath he opened the door, a cool breeze rushing in, playing with the loose ends of the cloak. Involuntarily shivering Garret stepped out, closing the door behind him and proceeded to the railing. Triggering his gauntlet, the mouths of the snarling figures snapped open and Garret swung himself on top of the railing, latching on to the low roof with his left hand tool. Feeling the metal teeth bite into the roof, he pulled himself up, resetting the gauntlet after he did so. Garret took a deep smell, even he could smell the bay as it's scent was carried by the breeze [i]"This might work to my advantage in the hunt.[/i] he thought to himself as he set out across San Francisco. He would try to stay on the roofs but whenever a roof was too slanted, or too far away to jump to, he would willingly slide or climb down to prowl the alleyways, avoiding main roads whenever possible. Finally he arrived at the roof of the building across the street from the tavern. Unhooking his main weapon Garret extended his bow and selected his arrow. A simple broadhead, nothing fancy. After this was all said and done, Garret looked down at the tavern, at simply began to wait, the breeze masking his sent.