Thyme paused. She was right, and therefore his destination changed, though not before he stopped to speak to the leader of the Hunt Team. "Keep him close this time. There are dogs sniffing for trouble, so when it's done he needs to be back asap." The tall man nodded as Thyme walked away, heading towards a motorcycle covered by a tarp. Uncovering it, he sighed as he mounted the bike. "This group is far more trouble than it's worth." He said to himself.<br/>The werecat had been born into PM, back before they were anything more than another gang. He remembered the rise of the organization, and remembered when he and Ghost had suggested bringing the killers on permanently, and wondered briefly if that had been the wrong choice. Had they not hired Plum and her at-the-time protege Kai, they likely wouldn't be in this mess, since this was all because of that thrice-damned human. That and Kai's insatiable need to fuck around with Cherry every chance he got. Thyme growled beneath his helmet as he sped down the road, weaving in and out of traffic.<br/>They should have killed Kai when he brought the fucking human back. He shook his head. They'd already tried killing the shifter on several occasions, and each time Kai's body count had only grown. Killing him was off the table, and Thyme could see no other way to be rid of him that didn't end with PM being destroyed. Sure, they could kick him out, but what would happen when he found a Coven he could stomach or decided he wanted to go to war with the Wolves?<br/>Thyme did not hate the man, but he was bad for business. Well, bad for every business except murder. The werecat didn't think he'd ever met someone so proficient at killing, or anyone who enjoyed it the way Kai did. Then again, being able to become anyone surely helped with that particular skill.<br/><br/>It hadn't taken him long to arrive at the hospital where Brie worked, and he strode in as though he owned the building, knowing where she would be. Luckily for him, he arrived just as Brie walked out to greet four jacketed men. Unlucky for them. Reaching behind him, he pulled his pistol from the waistband of his pants, and raised it at the men. "Oy! You four." They turned, and all froze simultaneously. "Get out. If I see you anywhere near here again, I'll grind you and feed you to your families." His normally light, pleasant voice was a vicious growl.<br/>One of the men reached in his coat, probably going for his gun, but the largest of them stopped him. "Don't. You know who he is. We best go back and tell Alpha we couldn't get 'er."<br/>Thyme nodded, and politely stepped out of the way as the four of them passed, then replaced his gun and walked quickly to his girlfriend. "Well. I'm glad I got here when I did, love. We need to move the girl now. The Wolves are trying to start another war."<br/>As Brie made the preparations to move the La'Feyal girl to PM, the werecat kept watch. Oddly enough, none of the staff had responded to him pulling his gun, and now they walked past him quickly, refusing to make eye contact.<br/>"Oh, right. Brie. The girl's dad is an elf. Yes, really. I don't know the details but he's got the ears, and according to our mole in MCPD his DNA didn't match any known Non race. Ghost figured it out, wanted me to tell you. Don't fuckin' know why. He said he was gonna call you. Oh, and his Hunt started. I'm having the team keep him close this time. Don't want him to get shanked because he had to make a ten-mile trip after a Hunt."