[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/NeeWKCw.png[/img][/center] [center]And[/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ZnOpQuF.png[/img][/center] [center]In[/center] [center]New York! New York![/center] As planned Duff met Barron at the airport moving quickly with his Executive airline bullshit pass towards a private jet that was waiting for them. With barely any wait they boarded having the jet already fueled up and ready for take off Barron didn’t even need a pilot as he could simply control the plane from the comfy seats though he did have a license. Barron said naught a word as both just sat in a tense silence the popping of a wine bottle being the only sound besides the grinding of Duff’s teeth; eyes burning the landscape into his retinas as he sat next to the window. [color=cd0000]”This is why I hate teens. Always running off with their pants hanging down or humping the first thing they see that has legs. Can never get them to stay or behave.”[/color] Barron said stoically completely removed from Duff’s feelings. Duff’s eyes shifted from the window. His hair was already bristled from the situation as he narrowed his steely eyes onto the vampire. While he didn’t hold the same intensed aura, the bitterness and anger was clearly there. Hiding the depression. “You forgot, he’s also a wolf. Wolves, even teenagers, don’t run off. When you connected us, the boy was half dead after his first imprint. That doesn’t change unless by outside means. I know only a few that can severe a connection like that.” Duff nearly snarled, his irritation on the surface. Scoffing Barron replied.[color=cd0000]”And you forget, there are fu@#ing Supermen, Cults of Monster killers and probably the goddamn moon out to kill us all. Urgh. All this powered nonsense doesn’t give a rats ass about what the norm is. Things were much simpler when the world was dead and nukes solved all your problems.” [/color] Taking a moment from airing his own frustration Barron continued. [color=cd0000]”We’ll find the boy.”[/color] “My point is, unless some outside force got involved… Benjamin [i]should[/i] be on death’s door right now.” Duff stated, hoping the vampire might’ve caught his meaning. [color=cd0000]”I hope someone is involved. I need to let loose once in a while. Besides if Ben is dead I’ll kick death’s ass. Or die trying. Undie given my current state.”[/color] Trying to comfort Duff even a little. “Don’t call him Ben to his face, he doesn’t like that.” The older werewolf commented then continued. “I know someone else was there. I smelt a young male, but that's the best I can make out. I just can’t believe he vanished and I didn’t even know it.” [color=cd0000]”More superpower bullshit. Settle in it’ll take a while.”[/color] The flight progressed rather normally with or without Duff’s eyes angrily trying to melt the windows as his unease regarding Ben left him furious over the whole situation. But the hours passed and the Jet was coming in easy and a car was waiting for them to shuttle them right to Ben’s house. The large fancy gates swung open as the pair drove in. Barron had Duff wear something, presentable. So that he wasn’t walking in with a mangy mutt in this Di*k’s house.[color=cd0000]”I hate this place. The Parents are still in Nevada. And they should hopefully remain unaware until we wrap whatever this is up thanks to your’s truly.”[/color] With a light tap on the door the two waited for someone to answer.. Duff snorted, “ I doubt that waste of flesh even realizes Benjamin is gone. Only cares when he can gain something according to what I heard.” Any more conversation was cut off when they heard someone shut the vacuum cleaner off. Emma Gracia paused as she set the machine to the side. She left the cord wrapped about the handle to keep it out of the way. She shuffled past it to answer the door. Cautiously she opened it, peeking through the crack. She spoke in a Spanish accent, but her English was understandable. “Can I help you? I’m sorry to say, Mr. Reeves and Ms. Hart isn’t home. Can I take a name, message and number?” [color=cd0000]”Ah yes. I believe Mr. Reeves left something that his Son Benjamin forgot he did call you about it right? That Darrin Synder would be swinging by to pick it up. I was talking business with the man when his Brother in Law called and asked this favor. Surely you remember?”[/color] Barron’s eyes glowed a deep red as the maid stared deeper and deeper into them. Emma’s face went slack. Her eyes softened into a hazy look as she stepped to the side, her lips curled into a smile. “Yes, of course. My apologies, please come in. Benjamin is upstairs, shall I tell him you’re here?” [color=cd0000]”Oh no need, I’m sure the boy would love the surprise from his favorite Uncle.”[/color] Duff just nodded, following Barron’s lead as they entered.