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[Color=tan][b]Time:[/b][/color] Evening 
[Color=tan][b]Location:[/b][/color] Operation Humanity to the Ember Grove Dump
[Color=tan][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] Angel [@princess]
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Sean kept his eyes on the road as Angel reacted to the proposed plan. He knew she would be more than game to take on the task of finding someone she had grown up with. After reading the files, Sean was sure the two understood each other the best out of their ragtag group. The thought of Nikolaus possibly being a mole crossed his mind.

[Color=tan]"Trotter at least has a rough idea, but I'm not 100 percent sure on his motive for keeping it under wraps. Most likely to keep the info of loss from reaching the wrong ears. If the wrong clan or coven got their hands on Remy…"[/color] Sean kept it at that. It was the most probable conclusion other than Remy removing her tracker and doing something ridiculous with it. 

He was making his way to the dump first. It was her last reported location after all. When they arrived, Sean couldn't help but sigh at the sight of several people hanging out at the dump. 

[Color=tan]"They don't look homeless to me. Stay in the car until I give you the signal. I don't want them to recognize you."[/color] Sean said coldly as he placed the truck in park and exited the vehicle, keys in hand. He smiled as he approached the shady group. It was time to use a trusted analytical tactic to determine if these were sheep or wolves. He looked at one of the men in the eyes. He was a lanky guy sporting a black tank top and jeans. He kept his smile intact. This was all a step in the process. Sean was not a psychological expert in any degree, but this was a foolproof method. Colonel Trotter even presented it the day he saw it in action. It only worked during situations with limited visibility. The dump was perfect! [Color=tan]"Thought you had me fooled bloodsucker! Time to die bitch!"[/color] Sean shouted as he reached for the small of his back.


"What the hell?! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Please!" The man jumped startled before he and everyone in his group fled for their lives from what they assumed was some crazy meth addict that had a gun. Sean nodded, a tinge disappointed. Turning to Angel, he gave her a thumbs up. 

[Color=tan]"Coast is clear for now! Learned that one from GTA. The civilians always run… Anyway, we might be able to find her skateboard or the tracks. At least while these overhead lights stay on."[/color] 

Unbeknownst to Sean, he and Angel were being watched and listened to by a greater threat than a few meth-addicted squatters.