[center][h2][b][i]EPISODE 2: 
A DARK NEW LIFE[/i][/b]
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Buildings and people streaked by as the black sedan cruised along through the streets of inner city New York. Businesses, homes, and scores of citizens were not but blurs through the passenger window of the car, which was driven by [u][url=https://postimg.org/image/trbckqted]Thomas[/url][/u], who sat unnoticing of the symphony of unclarity to his left.
His attention remained solely on the road before him as he drove along at a progressive speed of fifty miles an hour.

Though focused on the road, the back of his mind swirled chaotically with thoughts of [b]the hunt[/b]. This pursuit of their elusive target, [b]Liam.[/b] 

[i]It's been three months now, three months and hardly any reliable leads. [/i]Thomas thought grimly, [i]for all we know this hunt is pointless, that red haired bastard could be in other state for all we know, hell, maybe another country.[/i]

Thomas squeezed his hands hard against the steering wheel, his fingers causing a grinding squeak of leather as he gripped down on the black leather coated wheel.

[i]I dare not mention the futility of the hunt to [b]him[/b] though, not now anyway. His wounds are still deep, his lust for vengeance too fiery still. I doubt he would cease the hunt if it meant his life. Honestly, in a way, I admire his passion. [/i]

Thomas's grip on the wheel lessened, he exhaled loudly as he cruised along the busy New York street. Though traffic was thick, it moved at a fairly decent pace.

[i]I'll give him two more months, if he hasn't folded by then, then I'll address him on it.[/i] Thomas thought positively.
He turned his gaze upward very briefly, looking up at the black, starless night sky before refocusing his eyes forward on the road and the car ahead of him, a blue Prius.

His cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, slightly catching his attention.
As the line of cars came to a rolling stop at a red light, Thomas fished his cell phone out of his pocket with his right hand. It was a cheap burner phone with purchasable minutes and messages, a simple way of communication with little investment or potential loss. He glanced up at the still red light and then down to the glowing phone screen.

It was a single text message with little character yet obvious meaning.

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[color=00a651]Benny's Bar, back room booths, just me. 

- DC[/color]
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