Laius hadn't been waiting long. He knew her working schedule and the closing time of the plaza. Under the streetlights speckling the parking lot he'd just be silhouette, anyway, face in long shadows and slender body outline by the night. With his shoulder leaned against the metal pole he was just another shopper, coming or going. Legs wrapped up in destroyed denim and torso fitted into a zipped-up leather hug, compliments of the late hour.<br/><br/>Just before she left the safety of the building, he'd detached from his gargoyle's perch by the metal obelisk, and stuck his hands in his pockets. With the night's help it wasn't hard to be nothing, even out in the open there was myriad hiding places. His boots were quiet following her over the pavement. and her keys out-sang any other audible tells. He reveled in her scent, left in her wake. Her perfume and her own oils, mixed up after a day of work. Diligent Latrice. He had missed her since they last talked, yesterday. That had been her final chance to come along in a conventional way.<br/><br/>He hadn't really planned on what to do. Latrice wasn't strong enough to overpower him, so really, it was his choice. Loosing the keys and bending over, however, did make things easier. By t the time she stood, he was close behind her. His vast arm hooked around her, locking her's to her sides as his other hand pressed a soaked bandanna, bought from her store, to her mouth and nose. He sighed in relief, squeezing her to him. He let her struggle for a while, until the fumes had climbed into her sinuses and the rest of the concoction covered her mouth. She should already be feeling the numbing effects. Then he let go. She wouldn't get many steps before the chemicals convinced her eyes to flutter close and her legs to bend.<br/><br/>"Hello, babe. I thought I'd pick you up from work." he said if she turned and looked at him.<br/><br/>He'd catch her if she fell, and carry her to his car.