Carson half expected that almost slip up to quickly change into different would still get him hit. He couldnâ€™t get a read on this woman. He was still confused why a compliment got him bodyslammed over her shoulder to laying flat on his back. He mentally winced at the memory. He snapped from his thoughts as she spoke to him again. Listening to her and flashed an impish smile. â€œWell then...its a good thing they arenâ€™t my superiors isnâ€™t it? For...I honestly donâ€™t care how they take it. As a consultant...I donâ€™t have to care what they do or do not want. Even if it is a one time thing. Iâ€™d say the same things to their faces that I said to you.â€ He shrugged and looked out the window. He looked off in thought for a moment.<br/><br/>He shook his head. â€œStart over? Again? In my line of work...there is no such thing as a safe place. You are never safe. If you donâ€™t find that world...it finds you.â€ He fell silent for a moment. â€œBesides...you guys work for the government. Iâ€™d have to be a super spy to just entirely erase my existance and fabricate an entirely new one. I donâ€™t have that kind of skills. And...â€ He feel silent. â€œ...I have to do this. Just this one case because...its a bit personal.â€ He said finally. He looked at her and nodded. â€œSome spellbooks. Nothing big. I made sure nothing was tampered with or missing. Repeatedly until I was satisfied they were the way they had been before the home invasion.â€<br/><br/>She sounded kinda venomous right then. â€œ..................â€ He didnâ€™t comment as she spoke. Looking out the window and got that feeling of dread when something just wasnâ€™t right and it wasnâ€™t with the normal world either. He listened to her as she spoke. He sighed a bit. â€œWhat good am I gonna do your side if Iâ€™m locked up? Making hostile takeovers isnâ€™t exactly a way to win allies. It is how you win enemies.â€ He said. His eyebrow arched as she continued. â€œOkay then.â€ he said. His tone spoke a what the hell was that for? type of thing. He just seemed to piss her off even when he wasnâ€™t pissing her off didnâ€™t he? Well this was definitely a first for him. He decided he wasnâ€™t going to risk getting thrown from a moving vehicle so he kept his mouth shut.<br/><br/>He cut her off even though he heard her. â€œWhatever you do...donâ€™t stop no matter what. We are about to have undead company.â€ He then closed his eyes and began to quickly chant. Moving his hands in front of him in different actions. As they rounded a corner a whole bunch of zombies was headed their way. A white misty dome like haze surrounded the car and he continued to chant. The haze surrounded the car and even seemed to radiate power. His body was covered in the same haze as the zombies began throwing themselves at the car, which remained completely untouched by their bodies due to the shield, upon which they shrieked in haunting voices as they were blasted backwards. As they were blasted backwards they ripped apart. As they ripped apart they shattered into dust. This dust then dissolved in the ear mere seconds after it was form. There was at least thirty of them and only ten had been...suicidal...so to speak.<br/><br/>He kept chanting and the haze got thicker but she could still see through it like it wasnâ€™t there. It didnâ€™t obstruct her view at all. He moved his hands and the haze shot off him like curled fireballs that harmlessly went through the glass and tried to rebel the zombies. It was literally thirty minutes later when the last of the zombies committed suicide. The attacks had been a slow but constant non stop barrage of attacks. Just as the last one did a red bolt shot through that remaining zombie and into his spell. Visually striking Carson and making his body jerk. The spells faded as they destroyed each other. Carson groaned and had a small smoking hole in the shirt on his shoulder where the red bolt had hit. The spells were gone and so were the zombies. â€œHeh...figured...â€ he said as he coughed. His tone drained but still he pushed himself to sit up. â€œZombie...platoon. Somebody wanted to stop us before we got to do anything.â€ He forced his eyes opened and shook it off. â€œWhich is why...we gotta do something. To show we wonâ€™t be scared off. Common scare tactic amongst the more evil side of the supernatural....hire a warlock or necromancer to set up a trap.â€ He closed his eyes for a moment. He searched with his very essence and found no more danger. â€œWe clear now.â€ He said softly. His eyes staying closed at the moment.<br/><br/>He began meditating and pulled energy from the universe around them. He was soon energetic enough to open his eyes. He focused in on what she had just said. Blinking a bit and looked at her. He listened as she spoke. â€œEh? It is no big deal...I get it. It pisses you off. I wonâ€™t do it again.â€ He said. Shrugging and looked out the window. â€œI meant it as genuine compliments. I do not say empty flattery. If I tell someone I think they attractive I mean it with every fiber of my being. I meant it in a genuinely sweet and complimentary way.â€ He said softly. Listening to her continue. â€œI was and honestly until a few seconds ago stil was confused about why I ended up on my back for giving a woman genuine compliments. My mother had told me that women love to be told they are attractive when it is meant. Like not as in a pickup line but is genuinely felt. Though now that I know what the idiots you work with have been doing I can see how I ended up on my back. If I was you and all that was going on...iâ€™d have done the same thing most likely.â€<br/><br/>He looked out a window. â€œThat being said...you made it clear me complimenting and expressing how attractive, not just in appearance but personality and soul, I found you made you uncomfortable. So...I will work extremely hard not to have it happen anymore. I was not intending to seem disrespectful. Sure between complimenting you I was trying to see if I could get up under your skin but I was out of my element. Iâ€™d been essentially kidnapped and told here is where you stay for now. That we are getting your clothes. Not once though even when you managed to get up under my skin...did my compliments become anything more than sincere compliments.â€ He focused on the surroundings. â€œBefore you...never met a female who didnâ€™t like being told she was attractive.â€ He sighed a bit.<br/><br/>â€œAnyways...we good. I accept your apology and hope you will forgive me for giving the wrong impression. I will respect you and your wishes and hope that perhaps that will make us all good. Fresh start you know?â€ He smiled a bit. He listened as she spoke. â€œYes we have those two options. Or we could do both. Go investigate. Gather some clues. Go back to face the music. Break back out....and repeat. Weâ€™ll get this case solved. For all the people who died and for the innocents who will be in danger the long this mysterious syndocate haunts the shadows. Plus...I need to find out why someone attempting offing me. Iâ€™m leaning towards a warlock coven. The rogue warlocks could be equated to a gun for hire...an assassian...of the supernatural world. One of the kinds anyways. Though from the files and the two attempts on my life. The one on yours as collateral damage...that is what Warlocks view normals who get caught in magic crossfire...and who knows whatever else. The people behind all of the events...are wanting to scare us away. I say since the nights been bumping us its time we bumped back. We can go play politics at your job later.â€ He said. â€œI think we should start at the origin...where the attacks first began. Work our way out. Get in the heads of the dark side.â€