Name:  Deke Lorton<br/><br/>Location & Time:  Back utility room to ground floor hallway, upstairs hallway and Sam’s room/Friday, 20 December 0737-0739<br/><br/>Tagging: Sam; Baxter and Olivia mentioned in passing.<br/><br/>Wearing:  His colors and a black long sleeved shirt, jeans and biker boots.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Deke was a little surprised when the doorbell rang and started playing some shitty Christmas song loud enough to be heard throughout the house; he hadn’t heard anything from Shaun, and pulled his earpiece out to make sure the gadget was still working.  It seemed fine, so he figured that comms had just shit the bed when they needed it the most, as usual.  “Well, guess it’s finally showtime” he decided right before he drew his knife, stood and made his way to the utility room’s inside door.<br/><br/>Deke quickly passed through an empty sunroom filled with fucking plants and then looked around a corner just in time to see Baxter come out of the kitchen down at the other end of a long hallway; the biker figured Junior was going to answer the door and left him to be dealt with by Cal.  Deke could also make out some chick in a white sweater screwing around further back in the kitchen and assumed that was Mom; taking care of her would be Shaun’s job.  So that left the two girls unaccounted for and Deke opted to go up the back stairs and see if they were still in their rooms.<br/><br/>At the top of the stairs Deke heard a shower running and headed in that direction, but then immediately stopped when he saw one of the daughters standing there in her room; the biker definitely liked what he saw.  In part that was because she had a very curvy woman’s body that was spilling out of some kind of skimpy workout outfit.  But what Deke<i>really</i>liked was the expression on her pretty little face; instead of looking like some dopey giggling airhead, this chick seemed to be<i>majorly</i>pissed off about something or another as she stared out the window.<i>That</i>was a sentiment Deke could understand and maybe even work with.  So instead of storming into the room and grabbing the girl by her throat, Deke decided to just saunter in with a grin on his face and his knife casually at his side.<br/><br/>“Hey there Pumpkin, nice looking outfit” the biker began as he closed to within arm’s reach of Sam.  “Your brother owes me and my friends some money, and we’re here to collect.  If you don’t want to get hurt, you’ll do<i>exactly</i>what I say.  Understand?”  Deke’s voice had started out friendly enough but by the end of his little spiel it was as hard and flat as his eyes, which were locked onto Sam’s as he waited just a second for her reply ...