Manny opened his eyes slightly, gazing around his cramped apartment without moving a muscle. Years spent hunting things most people didn't believe in gave one a healthy paranoia. He learned never to groan or even breathe differently once he awoke. It freaked out more than one woman, he recalled with a snort of amusement. 

As soon as he had moved here, he knew it would be a bit less roomy than his last place. Apartment sizes were often larger with numbers, and they got progressively smaller the more reliant on letters they were. Apartment A's were usually shitty basement apartments, private restroom optional. When he was sure that no one was in here with him, he leaped out of the bed. 

He scratched his unkempt hair and groaned, using his free hand to turn the TV on. His big toe touched the power button to his 360, and suddenly it zoomed onto the screen. He clicked 3 buttons, and his playlist came on. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZgnXkH9u_s]Breach Birth[/url] suddenly popped up, and he headed towards the bathroom, passing by one of his [url=https://67.media.tumblr.com/fa737a6edeb5758cd937dc9728b3363f/tumblr_o7d68cHwTp1sx8o26o1_1280.png]posters.[/url] His shower was quick, and luckily it didn't seem to be full of iron tasting water this time. Must be his birthday. 

He put on his pants, and buttoned up his shirt before he took a look outside. Two white males working. He recognized them from his daily scope outs. Not hard to figure out. One seemed to have a significant other, the lankier one. He had the distinct feeling the lankier one was a cultist of some sort. The sulphur in the dumpster he frequented was a fair clue, as was the 'new age' books of wiccan spells he'd seen through the window. Nothing he couldn't handle. He'd check later, but for now, business called. 

He put his effects in his pockets. He checked to see his pistol was full, and placed it into easy reach on his person, grip poking into the small of his back from within his shirt. His switch blade was in his sock. "Time to start trouble." he said to himself, opening the door and sliding out. He needed food, and decided he'd go out and get some early breakfast before heading to the meeting that was sure to be a good lead. Even in text, he could tell Ellie had something real for them. 

He walked into the office with an egg and cheese bagel, and some orange juice in a cup. Paid to be healthy, he told himself. "Pays to be nitpicky too," he whispered when he saw Kennedy.