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[center][h1][color=#4b4c4b]Alicia Tenebris[/color][/h1][/center]
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[center][color=#812442][b]Location:[/b][/color] Cracked Fang • [color=#812442][b]Time:[/b][/color] Nightfall[/center]
[center][color=#812442][b]Interactions:[/b][/color]Dom [@Oso], William [@Theyra]• [color=#812442][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] N/A[/center]
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She failed to look him in the eye - she still couldn't, she found. As Dominic spoke to her, she did listen, however. [color=aa2e3e]"Find the people asking the wrong questions..."[/color] She echoed. [color=aa2e3e]"I think I follow."[/color] She affirmed, eyes still averted as she backed away. God, he was intimidating, she thought as she barely suppressed a shudder when she turned her back and made for the rear of the makeshift chapel. She joined William this time, standing beside him as she awaited the conclusion of their Church session. 'We will not let you down', he had said. Yeah, damn right, Alicia thought. It's all our asses on the line.

[color=aa2e3e]"You heard him. Hunt smart."[/color] Alicia whispered to William as the session came to a close. [color=aa2e3e]"Looks like you're my ride-along. Or the other way around. Whatever."[/color] She grumbled as she walked ahead of him, joining the throng of Lycans slowly easing back into the Cracked Fang itself. [color=aa2e3e]"All I'm asking for is that you watch my back and don't talk to me too much, you got it? This is off-contract for me, but we're still just coworkers."[/color]

She crossed her arms, dimly realizing Tessa still had her jacket. Oh well. As they stepped into the fluttering light of the bar, Alicia found them a small table - too near the center of the building for her usual liking, but the place was more packed than usual for obvious reasons. Sitting across from William, she idly gazed over the menu as if she didn't already have it memorized. [color=aa2e3e]"Alright, so, cards on the table. I haven't been around Blood Market Row. Not my usual haunt - you familiar?"[/color] She asked, but without waiting for his answer, continued. [color=aa2e3e]"That being said, I have an idea what we're looking for to start with."[/color]

She leaned back, kicking her boots up on the table as a lycan waitress growled at her nearby. She shrunk, and sheepishly lowered her legs, coughing awkwardly. [color=aa2e3e]"Dom uh... Mentioned people asking the wrong questions. While we could start with the youngbloods and fresh recruits, most of them are gonna tell any old weirdo on the street to fuck off. What we need are people like informants and fixers."[/color] She said, leaning forward now, her gaze refocusing as she fell into a flow. [color=aa2e3e]"Dom said there's someone - singular - looking for as much information on the pack as they can, but instead of playing Where's Waldo, we should probably try tracing back through any resources they might be using to GET that information, you know?"[/color]

She waited on William's answer, and clicked her tongue as she collected her final thoughts. [color=aa2e3e]"Guess my only question is do we roll out tonight, or wait 'til the day. Gotta weigh relative safety against time - longer we wait, the more chance that asshole has to slip the net. Because by now-"[/color] She met William's gaze. [color=aa2e3e]"They definitely know we know. We know and we're looking for them. If they felt confident making a move on Logan like that, then they're probably ready for reprisal."[/color] She rested her cheek on her palm, idly tapping her nails on the tabletop. [color=aa2e3e]"So that's my pitch. We cast a wider net, try and figure out who has and hasn't been talking to this shitter, and narrow down from there. Blood Market Row's a place to start, but we don't have to go by Dom's word alone. Except for the whole... Play it smart thing. I don't wanna get into any fights even with you - no offense."[/color]

[color=aa2e3e]"And uh..."[/color] She continued, before holding out her hand, straightening her back and mastering her expression in some fascimile of professionalism. [color=aa2e3e]"Nice to finally work with you properly. I guess."[/color] She conceded. Wouldn't do to be TOO much of a bitch to the dude she'd be working with for the forseeable future.