Mattias leaned against one of two walls encompassing the alley, giving his cigarette a drag as Allison approached. "Huff, you are really fast I give you that. Since you have time for a smoke I take it you know where we have to look to find our gunner. Mind telling me your plan before you run off again?" He stared at her for a few moments before taking out his cigarette pack.
"You want one?" He asked casually. "Our gunner's got to be that Deon fucker, and yeah, he's here in the city. The whole place reeks of him and his kind. As for a plan? I suppose you and I could just valiantly charge in to whatever fortress of solitude he has himself locked up in. Might be a good way to die." The werewolf shakes his head slowly. "No, I don't have a plan." Just then, Mattias sniffed the air carefully. Peering towards the end of the alley revealed a regal looking man travelling down the street, a gold-topped cane in hand. Mattias recognized Cupid Abatangelo as the man went on his way, not once glancing towards the pair of mercenaries within the narrow backway.
Cupid slowly nodded his head at Jones' words, a gesture the club owner would be unable to appreciate. "Certainly my friend, I will be sure to let you know if anything of the sort happens. Now, I have pressing matters I must attend to." After exchanging farewells, Cupid began an attempt to bring some amount of order to his chaotic desk.
Cupid cursed under his breath before answering the phone.
"It's me, I'll be in the top floor suite. I look forward to seeing you in person. We have a lot we need to take care of. Sadly things will have to be put on a little bit of a faster pace now."
Lips slowly twitching into a smile, Cupid responded. "Excellent. I will be arriving shortly." In mere moments, the vampire was striding out the doors of the Cupid's Kiss, his cane firmly in his grasp.
It didn't take long to find Deon's complex, and Cupid stepped inside without hesitation. Time to get down to business.