Carlos’ journal 7
I don’t have any experience in this. How the hell do you sort out people in a room full of them and work out the one person you’re looking for when all you’ve got to go on is that they are male and you know they are here because they have been smelt by another werewolf?
I headed towards the door to watch for anybody shady, but most of the guys in the club were looking to score, and therefore were looking shady as hell, including the guys I had with me.
Luckily, Arlo, Max and Jazz seem to know what they’re doing and starting sizing people up and talking to them. A fair chunk of time whizzes by and I hadn’t seen anything useful. Apparently, Kilo and Ten had turned up by this point and were casing the joint from the outside.
It’s getting close to closing time and a couple go outside. The chick matches the description of the previous victims, and nobody else seems to be able to tell me if this guy is safe or not, so I nip out quickly and follow…
They disappear into an alleyway. I sneak up and peak round the corner, ready to call the others while charging at the guy if he’s trying to kill her.
Yeah…he wasn’t trying to kill her. A quick f*ck in a dark alleyway was apparently the order of the day. I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination.
Nothing else comes of the night, other than Max picking up a p*ssy-eyed mate in his forties wanting him to keep drinking with him back at his motel. Little odd a guy that age in the bar, but Max seems to think he’s harmless enough, so he heads out with the dude.
We catch up later and he’s had a few too many and the other guy is a drunken waste of time.
The next day we spend planning. Didn’t have much of an idea until something slips into my mind, almost subliminally. We arrange with Jeff to borrow his son for a few nights, kinda high-jack the bar owner a little bit and arrange to act as the bouncers and get him a warrant for his paperwork.
So the plan is simple. Kilo and Ten outside watching. Me on the door outside. Matt (the Partington boy) on the door inside (so that anybody that might notice a werewolf by smell has to get REAL close before they notice and then look really obvious as they leave). Jazz and Arlo floating round inside. Max on the security system.
Max and Jazz spent a chunk of the day fixing the security system. It was receiving images from the cameras but not saving them. Dunno if they fixed them actually.
The night was proving uneventful until about midnight. One decent sized dude wanders up to the door, stops, looks a little quizzically around and then buggers off. Matt pops out and lets me know that he has never smelt that guy before, so he’s a new werewolf in town. The standard protocol is to introduce yourself to the established pack if you know one is there, and nobody has done that recently.
I send Kilo and Ten off to follow the guy, but since we’re not sure if he’s who we’re after, I let Ten decide if it’s worth actually having a conversation with the guy if that opportunity comes up.
With those two gone, Arlo nips outside to keep watch while Jazz and Max maintain their current roles.
It’s pretty quiet for a few minutes and then the phone goes. Sh*t has gone south and in a big way. I rushed over to Arlo and got him to race off after Ten and Kilo.
It wasn’t long before I got another phone call…
…It was hard to make out some of the conversation due to the heavy panting and woo-hooing going on, but the gist of it was that the guy was definitely a werewolf, he’d fled instead of talking, leaped onto the top of the vehicle and started tearing the top off. All the while, Kilo was trying to buck him off or run him over and Ten was filling him with bullets.
The altercation (a loosely used term here) finished with a body in the street, so I got the lads to load the body in the car and head out to the Partington ranch just in case he wasn’t dead and needed to be stored somewhere safe.
While we kept watch at the nightclub for the rest of the night, it sounds like sh*t went bad at the Partingtons as well. Luckily, Jeff still thinks I’m alright and I’ll keep trying to build this relationship. That family must know a ton of stuff that might come in handy, at the very least about their own kind.
The guy Ten, Kilo and Arlo dropped off was pronounced dead by Jeff Partington and a couple things were found. He was actually part of another pack and was sent to find the mutt. He had a photo of the mutt as well.
Max’s bloody mate from last night! At least we knew where he was staying, so we rushed off to find him, hopefully drunk as f*ck, in his motel room. Turns out the kid at the desk hadn’t seen him since the day before, but his room was paid up for the week.
I wonder if it might be worth getting Rufus to have a chat to Kilo about his information gathering technique. He flashed the FBI badge and then almost immediately followed that up with hundred dollar bill as payment for the information. Seems like an odd combination of information gathering skills for a fed.
Turns out the room is empty and there’s a note for Max in an envelope. Long and short of it? He knew Max was looking for him and congratulated him on being the first to get that close to him, and he left him a memento. It was a book full of all the gory details of his past exploits.
The b*stard had already skipped town. Not much left for us here. He’d be unlikely to come back, and if he did, the Partingtons have both his scent, and thanks to the photo, also know what he looks like.
Hopefully the government can run this photo we have, but in the mean time, we’re done here, mission a damned failure. Sh*t.