<strong>Name:</strong>Tim McCallum<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Bronx, specifically at  Munsee-Hudson Expediting and Storage<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Kifah and Tariq<br/><br/>Tim, rather instinctually. leaned away from the rather hungry gleam in Kifah's eyes as he closed the gap between the trunk of his car, where he had propped himself up, and the other two.. well, vampires.  He had to remind himself of that one a lot.  Probably explained why Kifah looked at him like that.  Must have nicked himself..<br/><br/>Right.  He was Embraced after a nice, clean shave.  He'd never have to worry about shaving ever again, would he?  That just made the look even more disturbing, since Tim doubted, rather heavily, that he was bleeding.<br/><br/>After hearing Tariq's offer, Tim shrugged a bit. "What, did someone else discover that the IRS is, in fact, closed at night?"  He chuckled a bit- he had been surprised to discover that he was, apparently, the only one amongst orbit in the Sabbat that had a good tax lawyer in his Rolodex.  It was going to be a tough case- that particular lick had ignored everything until he'd noticed that the government planned to seize some property valuable to his pack.  Probably sell it to some developers on the cheap, and everyone would be rich.  Well, not the pack, who would either have to start killing people in large enough numbers that the NYPD would notice, or move along in the face of some mortals.  Neither was really a good idea.<br/><br/>Tim noticed he was the only one who noticed it was amusing, so cut his chuckle a bit short.  "Sure, I'll help out.  I mean, there's only so much money you can make sitting in front of a computer, and, well, it's not the most interesting way to spend the night."  He seemed more interested in something to do, a puzzle to solve, than any sort of promise of promotion.<br/>