Quinn was listening quietly to the plans the others were making as he tapped out a breakdown of the area on his tablet, planning his search route. His phone buzzed…probably Zasha letting him know they were home safe…he pulled out the phone and opened the text message…
“Son of a….”
He growled to himself, dialing one of his staff at the Marriott, and gave him specific instructions on what to bring to the club. He excused himself from the meeting and walked outside to wait for the delivery. He looked at the horizon, seeing how close dawn was….he could not help but laugh softly…
“They think they hunt….they are mistaken….”
He watched as the sedan rolled up, and his contact pulled a leather bag from the trunk, closing the lid and setting the bag on top. Quinn walked over, pulling out the outfit on top, and began changing clothes. These had not been worn in a while; it felt good to wear them again. The weight of the protective leather was a comfort, and helped him focus. He pulled out the arrow case and began to screw silver tips to each of them…
“Michael, I will not need the car today, but make sure there is one here tonight at sunset.”
The young man nodded his understanding, but knew better than to speak when Quinn was in this kind of mood. He watched as Quinn pulled the bow out, fastening the limbs in place and stringing it…then taking out each of the blades, sliding them in place in the outfit…he had never actually seen Mr. Quinn wearing it, and was a bit afraid of what it might mean…
Quinn dropped the quiver in place over his shoulder just as the sun crested the horizon, casting a shadow over the front of Fangtasia. He smiled, knowing he had all day to track them…it was time to have some fun…
He knew he needed to watch out for Bubba as well, but the musical vampire would have taken cover during the day, leaving him free to occupy his time in other ways...
He climbed an outcropping so he could see a good distance and plan his search...
“Son of a….”
He growled to himself, dialing one of his staff at the Marriott, and gave him specific instructions on what to bring to the club. He excused himself from the meeting and walked outside to wait for the delivery. He looked at the horizon, seeing how close dawn was….he could not help but laugh softly…
“They think they hunt….they are mistaken….”
He watched as the sedan rolled up, and his contact pulled a leather bag from the trunk, closing the lid and setting the bag on top. Quinn walked over, pulling out the outfit on top, and began changing clothes. These had not been worn in a while; it felt good to wear them again. The weight of the protective leather was a comfort, and helped him focus. He pulled out the arrow case and began to screw silver tips to each of them…
“Michael, I will not need the car today, but make sure there is one here tonight at sunset.”
The young man nodded his understanding, but knew better than to speak when Quinn was in this kind of mood. He watched as Quinn pulled the bow out, fastening the limbs in place and stringing it…then taking out each of the blades, sliding them in place in the outfit…he had never actually seen Mr. Quinn wearing it, and was a bit afraid of what it might mean…
Quinn dropped the quiver in place over his shoulder just as the sun crested the horizon, casting a shadow over the front of Fangtasia. He smiled, knowing he had all day to track them…it was time to have some fun…
He knew he needed to watch out for Bubba as well, but the musical vampire would have taken cover during the day, leaving him free to occupy his time in other ways...
He climbed an outcropping so he could see a good distance and plan his search...