Coping

[Abigail Whistler]

Abigail stared at the face harder. "He looks...familiar. But that's all.", she said shrugging. "Other than that I can't place him.", a frown planted on her face. She stared at the monitors again. "You know what? You're right." She stood abruptly and said, "He probably does want me to go crazy figuring out who he is or where I've seen him. But I won't go crazy." She raised her eyebrows at Sophia. "I'm not going to give him what he wants. That's why we're leaving and tracking the son of a bitch. Once we find him, that's when we ask the questions. He'll wished he never messed with us."

[Sophia Renault]

She nodded her head curtly and stood up from the chair. As much as she wanted to go out and get this guy something just didn't feel right about doing it, none the less with only two people. If they underestimate them too much he may turn out to be more than they can handle.

Before they could go off on some wild goose chase they should try and look for clues. Sophie paused looking at the picture, trying to find something. Little, big, whatever. They just needed a hint as to where to find this sick bastard. It was a couple minutes before she noticed the card sticking out of his coat pocket. A business card maybe?

She lifted her eyebrow and enlarged the photo again, focusing it on the small white paper in his right pocket. "Hold on, this might have something here." She squinted looking at the semi-blurry photo, waiting for the pixels to settle. When it finally cleared she turned it and it read of a local nightclub. Go figure.

[Abigail Whistler]

"Do you think he's telling us where to go?" She racked her brain for names of clubs in Detroit. As she bent down to focus on the business card on the monitor, her cell phone rang. She pulled it out of her pocket and glanced at the caller ID. "It's Chad.", she said answering the questioning look on Sophia's face.

Abigail flipped open the phone and said, "Hey Chad. What's up? Oh, by the way, you're on speaker-phone.", she said pressing the speaker-phone button. and then placing the phone on the table so her and Sophia could both hear him. "Okay, go ahead Chad.", she said sitting down.

"Hey Sophia, hey Abigail. I wanted to let you both know that I'm almost to the House of Chthon."
Abigail shot a questioning look at Sophia. "Chad, what are you talking about? Why are you going to Chthon?", she asked alarmed.
"I don't have much time to explain because I'm almost there. Sophia knows what's going on; she'll fill you in.", he said sounding serious, scared, and determined all at once.
"Chad, no. That is a bad idea-", she started to protest, but was interrupted.
"-I've made up my mind Abby. I'll call you both after."
"But...Chad...", she said struggling with what she was trying to say. There were so many things wrong with what he just told her but he sounded so determined. Abigail knew she wouldn't be able to talk him out of going to Chthon. Instead of protesting, she said, "Good luck, with whatever your planning."
"Thanks." The phone dinged, signaling the end of the call.

Abigail grabbed the cell phone and shoved it into her pocket. She looked at Sophia. "First, what's the name of the club on this guy's business card? Second, what the hell is Chad up to?"

[Sophia Renault]

Uh-oh. Busted.

Actually, there was no hiding the fact that Chad was going back to Chthon. Abigail would have to find out sooner or later Sophia was just planning for it to be... later. The blonde shrugged with an apologetic smile at her fellow Nightstalker after Abby had given her 'the look'.

She cocked her head to the side, trying to read the fine print on the business card. "Umm...Prism...Crimson Dancing? Yeah." Sophie quickly pulled up another screen that contained a map of Detroit and a separate one that had all the local nightclubs that she had personally color-coded for whether it was vampire-based, lycan-based, its level of activity, etc. "It's definitely local. Across town but it wont take too long... if I drive." Her words trailed, almost forgetting about answering Abby's other question.

"Well... I told him it was a bad idea! He wouldn't listen to me and frankly I don't think anyone can change his mind at this point and he's--" Sophia stopped for a moment, calming down. "He's going to be our inside man again. You know how it's been for these past couple months. It's quiet. When we first came here this town was all sorts of evilness and now nothing. Nothing is not good in our line of business."

[Abigail Whistler]

She nodded as Sophia told her the name of the club. Abigail had never been to Crimson Dancing, but she had heard a lot about it.

Abigail couldn't be too upset with Sophia; she may have done the same thing if she was in the young Nightstalker's position. "You're right, it has been too quiet lately. It's good that Chad wants to help out so much, but I don't think this plan of his is going to work. It would have been nice if he hadn't just dropped the bomb on me, you know? I could have talked to him and figured out something." She sighed quietly. "But, what's done is done. Hopefully he'll be okay and let us know what happens, like he said he would." She straightened up in her chair. "So. Do we wait to hear from him, or go to Crimson Dancing?