The metro howled as it hurtled southeast, towards the outskirts of the DC metropolitan area.  It had left the main area of the city and had emptied of its businessmen and tourists three stops ago, leaving the dusty blue chairs inside fairly unoccupied. By the sliding door, four teenagers were howling with laughter over an anecdote, while the weary woman across from them tried to read the newest edition of Entertainment Weekly in peace.  And in the middle of the car sat a pleasant faced scientist, a bulky duffel bag resting on his lap, eating a ham and cheese sandwich.<br/><br/>Sitting in his slightly gross chair, Haddad watched the lights inside the subway tunnel streak by his window and chewed his sandwich thoughtfully. Oblivious to what was happening at the the building where he worked at during the day, he was instead contemplating his plans for the night. The past two stakeouts had resulted in failure, but he had checked and doubled checked the police records, and the small residential district of Trinidad, DC had too many unexplained murders pointing to supernatural activity.<br/><br/>If this side project worked, it would be an excellent step forward for hunting down the supernatural, and Haddad was determined to figure it out.<br/><br/>The subway slowed to a stop, and Haddad got up and swung his bag onto his shoulder and stepped out to the platform. He took the elevator up to the exit, swiped his Metrocard, and stepped out into the cool air. The humidity wasn't bad today, which was a relief. One less thing to worry about. He stood at the entrance by the bike racks, chewing his sandwich and waiting for his partner to show.