Molly wasn't particularly happy to be covered in Slime and she huffed at Harry. “You think so?” She asked, being a little snarky before toning it down and giving the man an apologetic look. His place or Macks? “Mack's, but can we stop and change and the like? I really do not want to walk into the tavern covered in snot-slime.” She smiled gently at him and then looked out the window until she heard him mumble and she chuckled lightly. “We wouldn't get that lucky, Harry.” Molly avoided running her hands through her blue and pink hair and made a little disgusted noise before leaning back a little and hearing another squelch. Yeah, she really needed to get clean.<br/><br/>She was ridiculously happy when Harry turned the bug over and finally started moving. All she wanted was to change and then go and get some food. Molly watched out the window again and then looked back to Harry and then back out the window, Harry was being grumpy, which made Molly a little antsy and she didn't want to bother the man with things. She hoped he didn't mind stopping to clean off. When they finally stopped Molly darted inside and dived into the shower, taking very little time she was in and out and then rooting about for clothing and finally getting dressed.<br/><br/>Molly made her way back into the living room and flopped down on a chair. Molly felt better now that she had showered and slipped into a pair of black jeans with rips in the knees, a black off the shoulder shirt that bore a skull and crossbones that stated 'The beatings will continue until Morale improves'. Her hoodie was a mess and she knew it was done for, but luckily she had a bomber jacket here and she had nabbed that and it was draped over the arm of the chair. Molly leaned over a little and nabbed her combat boots and began tugging them on, waiting on Harry once done. She couldn't wait to go to Mack's after the long night they had and she knew both of them needed food and good drink.<br/><br/>–<br/><br/>Jackson made his way back to court and let himself in, slipping in to see Freya. He had gotten in and out of Chicago without being noticed by any of the local wizards that mattered or the White Council, which was even better since they were not supposed to be in Chicago. Once before Freya he dipped low and then started his report.<br/><br/>“Mistress, you were right, there is a new wizard in Chicago, it's a young girl just coming into her power I think, she didn't feel as strong as some of the others.” Jackson had an uncanny ability to pick up on things like this and he grinned at his Mistress. “She might be a good tool for your plans for the other wizard.” He hoped anyways. He would have to get to her first before anyone else did. “She lives in an apartment in downtown, alone.”<br/><br/>He knew she would want to know all of this and he watched her drink the red liquid and licked his lips.  He knew better than to ask anything of her and waited for her orders or to be dismissed from her sight. He was hungry and wanted to go and find some poor mortal to drain and be done with the night and or maybe find a lady to satisfy him for the night. He did not let any of this pass his face though, he kept stone still and just waited, without fidgeting or showing any emotion.<br/><br/>–<br/><br/>Aubrey looked up at the man who was walking toward her and tried not to lock eyes with him, she really did not want to Soul Gaze with a complete stranger and let alone of the crowd at Mack's. She didn't know if this man was a wizard, as she couldn't really sense other people just yet, but her power was growing every day and she desperately needed to find someone to teach her. She had come to Chicago hoping for just that, but had not found one so far. She nodded gently when the man asked if he could join her and went back to her food.<br/><br/>What was this man looking for from her? Was he even looking for anything or was this another pick up attempt? Aubrey was used to random men approaching her, and she usually ignored them, but something about this man drew her in a little, but she didn't show it. She looked about the room and the few empty tables and then she looked back to the man across from her. “Why choose my table?” She asked curiously. Aubrey was blunt and didn't see the need to sugar coat things, she spoke her mind without a second thought and dealt with the trouble as it came to her.<br/><br/>This man made her curious and she stopped eating briefly to assess him. His wolfish grin gave her the chills and she fought not to show it. She doubted this man was someone she should be becoming acquainted with and very much thought of getting up and moving tables but then decided against it for some odd reason and eyed her tablemate before going back to eating, keeping an ear on the man who had come to talk to her or what not for some reason. She needed to know who he was and she decided she'd ask. “Who might you be, sir?” She raised her blue eyes to his and furrowed her brow.<br/><br/>Like a cat Aubrey was very much curious and in her twenty years of life you think she would have learned to stay away from creepy men, but she clearly still had not. She finished eating and shoved the plate away, waiting to bring it up and pay. As long as she was seated she was fine, but she was getting an urge to get away from the man, but she ignored it and stayed put all out of curiosity.<br/><br/>–<br/><br/>The grunt was looking over the scene and he stuttered when Karin stepped up and he shook his head. “We have no clue, Ma'am, It looks like they've been bound, but there's nothing there, we're at a loss!” The man looked baffled and slightly green over the whole thing. “Someone found them like this and called it in. However the person is gone now. It might have been just another bystander or it might have been the person who did this. Either way, we figured this might be your department.”<br/><br/>He was sure he wasn't wrong, he was sure this was something weird. All he wanted was to go home and get this image out of his head, or hell, even back to the station to get away from this mess. “Do you have someone you can consult on this?” He asked, praying she didn't plan to bring in Dresden, but knowing that might be the case. Still, better to ask than to assume. He looked over the grotesque scene once more and shuddered. “And if I could be excused, Ma'am?” He couldn't take it anymore and was fighting the urge to lose his lunch over all of this.<br/><br/>Andrew was fairly new to this department, and frankly he wasn't sure he could handle it and would talk to the chief about switching back to something else. Hell, even desk work would be better than seeing this every night and having it burned into his retinas and the like. He saw this crap in his dreams now and frankly he didn't feel this was for him anymore.