Frederick Steros was enjoying his drive through the sleepy town of Mystic Falls. Until some country bumpkin pulled out right in front of him, in a blue 2011 Ford F-150. Forcing Frederick to slam on the brakes. He swore to himself quietly. His fingers going from casually drumming the side of his antique muscle car, to flip off the careless country driver. He waited for the cowboy to drive on, before muttering to himself. “Motus.” With a subtle swish of his fingers, as he lowered his hand to continue drumming his fingers on the side of his car, he burst the rear left tire of the blue Ford. He took great care not to draw undue attention to himself. Simply, carefully overtaking the blue truck and carrying on his way. He had business that needed to be handled with the Salvatores.