[center][h1][color=686F91]Liam Matthews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] Salem Train Station
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Detective Hanson [@Morose][/center][hr]

A whole lot of pain was the first thing that Liam registered when his thoughts were his own again, along with the slapping of handcuffs against his wrist. Not an unfamiliar feeling, at least since he'd become something of a hunter-in-training, from what he'd experienced with Aloise, there ended up being quite a few times where one or both of them ended up in handcuffs. When his sense came back to him and he realized he was naked, he quickly slipped his way into the trousers Hanson crossed him, starting to put everything together as he looked around. It wasn't hard for him to work out who was responsible, he already knew the two girls were clearly something supernatural.

Quickly he started wracking his brain, how could he convince the agents to let him go. Then he actually looked over at them. He recognized them, both of them. Keenan he'd seen at the hotel, but Hanson he'd seen somewhere else. It took him a moment before he realized, Altsoba. He swore under his breath as Keenan went to talk to the Brunette, that was probably a dead end, he just groaned as he looked over to Hanson, leaning as close as he could in the cuffs, he cleared his throat. [color=686F91][b]"Listen buddy, this is gonna sound weird as fuck, but I don't have a lot to lose by tellin' you this, and I know you've heard and seen weirder shit, so..."[/b][/color] He sighed, this was gonna suck, but he continued speaking, deliberately trying to keep it as hush as possible so Keenan and the Brunette wouldn't hear.

[color=686F91][b]"So from time to time I get these visions, generally from the big man upstairs... Don't tell your buddy over there that,
 if you don't mind. Anyway, I got one about posh spice over there?"[/b][/color] He nodded toward the brunette before looking back to Hanson. [color=686F91][b]"Yeah, chances are your fugitive? It's her, somethin' about a murder, all that. I don't know if I can like, testify or something here, but i'll do it, anyway, off topic. The point is, I got here and there's some two chumps here who are almost definitely supernatural, and from what just happened, can apparently mind control people. Fun fact - not generally in the habit of streaking."[/b][/color] He sighed as he said all this, running his free hand through his hair and realizing he sounded probably insane, but hey, at this point, he didn't have a lot to lose.