<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Wes let himself exhale one more final huff of frustration before he let himself sit on the rickety stairs that led into the shifters den, watching the flames of the bonfire and slowing his breaths. It wasn't often he completely lost his cool, but given the situation and implications of essentially being forced to start from square one again, he thought he handled it pretty well, After all he could have burned the entire place down or pulled it apart board by board until he was finally satisfied. Hunter retrieved a worn box of Marlboros from his jacket, pulling one into his mouth before holding it up to his new found company.<br/>
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<i>"Shouldn't have lost my cool....professionals are supposed to have standards right?" </i>Giving a smirk at "professionals". He took pride in his work but it was by no means "clean." He'd run into several of her kind, and always made sure to keep his distance, Wes preferred a more "personal" approach, it was dirty and lacked a certain "finesse" but it certainly got the job done when it needed to. <i>"Besides, Ma raised me better than that." </i>Flicking his lighter and taking a deep drag after he lit the cigarette hanging loosely from mouth, letting the smoke billow from his nostrils.<br/>
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Wes turned to her as she began to question him again, holding up a finger and giving a chuckle. <i>"First off, you still haven't said thank you and second, what are you a cop?" </i>Taking another drag before shaking his head, letting his hands rest on the rotting wood of the stairs before deciding not to be such a dick. <i>"Yeah. Been tracking this Coven for months, not so much the Coven as it's leader." </i>Taking the cigarette between his fingers and letting it idly burn as his attention turned back to the fire, pointing over to where the car had pulled up before it turned back around. <i>"Finally found out he was supposed to be here, in person. No idea why but they've been moving a lot lately, lots of hear say and rumors. Somethings got em' hot.". </i>He hunted everything out in these woods, but the blood suckers, they were obviously his favorite prey, his leg shaking a bit as he spoke of them, and free hand folding into a fist.<br/>
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<i>"Doesn't much matter to me, could be the second coming of their god for all I care, I just wanted him." </i>His eyes locking on where the car had been before giving a heavy sigh and flicking the cigarette away. <i>"Guess it doesn't matter now..." </i>There was a defeated sound in his words, and his brow furrowed a bit as he continued watching that spot, as if he expected the car to show up at any given minute magically. But finally swallowing his losses, closing his eyes and standing himself up as he dusted off his hands. <i>"As for whatever deal they had going on with the shifters I can only guess they're making a push to expand their little empire, been running into a whole mess of the bitey little bastards running scared lately. Disorganised, like they're wiping out their competition one by one." </i><br/>
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His glance fell to one of the dead shifters on the ground, and turning to look into the open doorway at the rest of his friends that lay dead inside. <i>"Probably a power play, you promise loyalty to us and we won't wipe you out like the rest....heh, see how well that worked out." </i>Giving an amused chuckle before he stood eye to eye with the woman, trying to figure her out now. Technically, she was the reason he had lost his prey by accidently raising the alarm, all because she was just "looking for someone." And that anger let itself show in his eyes.<br/>
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"<i>Really hope whoever you're looking for is worth it."</i></span>