Two cluster. Two. Hot damn. He didn't know something like that has ever happened before. He knew Angel had 'birthed' two other clusters, but that had been one at a time.<br/>Being a New Yorker born and raised, the large buildings of Chicago were something of a comfort. A large city was still a large city...though that didn't make his job any easier.<br/>Vince cracked his knuckles, looking out the window of his hotel room- it was coming down in sheets. Fuck. There was just something about being cold and wet that equated to absolute misery for Vince, to the extent his clustermates joked he was part cat.<br/><br/>At least he knew who he was looking for- he'd seen through Angelica's eyes. He'd seen their faces, in a flash. But in order to actually help them, he had to you know, go and physically see them and stuff.<br/>And explain they weren't crazy. While not coming off as a crazy fucker himself. Subtly was not his thing, not at all.<br/>He looked out the window again. Fuck...<br/><br/>Getting her information wasn't as hard as he had thought- finding her bike was harder. After about an hour of walking around -in the rain!- he managed to find and match her plate to a bike outside of a bar near her apartment. It was easy for him to remember and check without being too obvious about it. He worked with cars for a living- holding six digits in his brain was easy as fuck. Probably the only easy thing about all this.<br/><br/>The bouncer was a beefy looking man, a biker from the look of it, maybe?<br/>"Hey man," he nodded. "That your bike? Nice ride."<br/>"Nah, not mine." he jerked his head towards the door.<br/>Vince shrugged.<br/>The big man stepped aside and Vince shouldered his way into the bar. He could see Cassandra sitting at the bar with a drink- that leather jacket would definitely cut down on that wind.<br/><br/>Was it just his weird relationship with his ex-wife, or was this kinda like a date, with him having to be all subtle and shit? He took a seat at the bar, leaving a seat between her and him and ordered a Three Wise Men.<br/>While he waited, he looked over at Cassandra. Subtle. Think subtle thoughts.<br/>"Hey, I saw your boots- that your bike outside? Nice ride. I see a lot of machines go through the shop, but we don't see too many bikes." he added, trying to make conversation.