<div align="center"><tt class="bbc_tt"><em>Leaving Bosly's head to Simon's Bull</em></tt></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">It was time to cash out for the day, and Micheal couldn't think of a better time. He was done tinkering and there was nothing else left to do. Old man Bosly let him come and go as he pleases, but Micheal worked a regular eight hour shift that way he had some kind of currency in his pockets. Shutting the door, and locking it up he began to walk slowly down the side walk. As he walked Micheal stared at the ground not giving to much thought in to anything, but that was until his stomach growled. It was time for food, and what better place than Beth Anne's. He always favored their omelette's  and the waitress was some what decent looking so it was worth it for the most part. Heading in to the small parking lot Micheal walked down several rows and approached his 88' Turbo Coupe Thunder Bird. Probably the best model in it's make. Though it wasn't at its finest. Mike still had some work to do on it, but it got from A to Z so he didn't complain. <br/><br/>Driving out of the suburbs he would be coming back through them real soon after he ate that is. After work Micheal became the hunter he was trained to be. That hunter was a monster in human form. He showed no mercy when it came to fighting the supernatural. If there were a police for the supernatural, the description of the victim would read that of the human victims of the supernatural. Speeding out to the rural areas Micheal gunned Mrs. Jones and burned gas all the way to Beth Anne's. He got about eleven miles to the gallon which in todays economy really wasn't good, but it was better than the eight he used to get. Passing an old coke sign Micheal smirked. The old coke sign was the landmark that said Beth Anne's was just a mile away. He slowed his speed down as the cops with nothing to do, sat out on the open road shooting their radar gun. They just want everyone else to be as miserable as them. <br/><br/>Pulling up to Beth Anne's Micheal saw the usual cars so he would see the same faces and the atmosphere would be just like he liked it. No one talked to him but the decent looking waitress Audrey. She was in her mid thirties but could pass for twenty-seven at the least. Micheal had been at Beth Anne's the first day she started working there, and some new face was trying to get a rise out of her. Micheal dealt with the man by instilling pure fear in the man heart and mind. They haven't seen him since, and that was almost a year ago. Walking in slowly Micheal peeked his head in first as to look in curiously, and it was no shocker. Everyone was in their same spots it was as if they all coordinated it. Micheal didn't think to much of it, and won't until something changes. Walking up to the bar he pulled out the stool, lifting it off the ground to keep from making the screeching nose it made as it grinned against the floor.  <br/><br/>"The usual stranger?" Audrey asked rhetorically and turned around placing the order. Micheal just nodded, and reached out his right hand grabbing the salt and pepper. Micheal eye'd Audrey's ass as she bent over to pick up the pen she dropped. A small smirk formed from his lips, and with in the seconds Audrey was looking back at him shooting him a wink. Micheal returned his attention back to the front, and then down to the newspaper. Flipping to the obituaries Micheal looked through each one to find any sign of supernatural play. So far nothing, but before he could continue his order was up and in front of him. The smell of the omelette intoxicated his nose, and now all he was focused on curing his hunger. Maybe a minute had passed by, and Micheal was wiping his mouth with a napkin. Audrey just shook her head, and gave him a smile. Paying the bill, and leaving a tip Micheal headed off to Simon's Bull. <br/><br/>Turning on the radio Micheal wanted to hear music, anything but commercials. Changing through the stations he stopped as he heard a familiar song. Tapping his fingers and nodding his head Micheal cruised to "Afternoon Delight" something he hadn't had in a while. Though he could always pay a prostitute. There were quite a few of them hanging outside of Simon's Bull. He just didn't do it. It would be getting close to someone even if it didn't mean something he wasn't going to do it. Back in the burbs Micheal turned on to Malt Street, and headed to the Industrial area of Cape Merrin. It didn't surprise him that supernatural were fiends to that part of the city. A bar, a club, abandoned warehouses, might as be a field day for the freaks. Driving past the people walking Micheal could see the small ounce of life they had just to keep going. This city was slowly becoming a dump, despite it's thriving areas. All the deaths are going to either scare people off, or the number is going to continue to grow. <br/><br/>Parking near the sidewalk Micheal shut Mrs. Jones off, and got out locking the doors before slamming it shut. As usual the prostitutes were hanging about, one was leaving with some guy in a mustang. A quick buck and a quick fuck was all that was. Micheal's attention moved to Simon's Bull and the way the outside presented itself. How it attracted people eludes Micheal, but he had no say in any of that so it didn't matter. Walking in to the bar Micheal was again pulling back a stool at the bar. His eyes gazed upon the burly man, who washing a few mugs by hand. "The regular," Micheal spoke in a soft tone. As he drank he waited for Otis to arrive at the bar. There were a few other people at the bar, but none worth mentioning. <br/><br/>     </span>