Good Cop, Bad Cop, and a Couple of Psychos (Gil/Fionn/Open)

[Seraphina]

((Just letting you guys know, I will be using two characters here so I am going to always post twice. Just wait to respond after both my character's posts are up. It might take me extra long to post too by doing this so I apologize in advance.))

Seraphina hummed a happy little tune as she walked down the street, two cases of beer in each hand. It was a thursday afternoon and the girl was for once wide awake to enjoy it. But there wasn't much time to really enjoy the day when she first rose out of bed. There was work that needed to be done, there was cleaning that needed to be done (which was Fionn's work), laundry that needed to be dealt with (Again Fionn's work), plans for a heist to help pay the bills (All hers), and the most important thing...grocery shopping. It was amazing how fast two people can go through food and basic necessities in a week. When Sera had been living on her own she swore she didn't run out of food that fast. Then again, the girl was sometimes too lazy or tired to really cook anything so she ordered out half the time, or ordered out more when she couldn't be bothered to go grocery shopping. Things were different though, now she had a roommate so she needed to keep another person's needs ahead of her own. It was no longer acceptable to leave the kitchen empty food. Or alcohol for that matter. Man did Sera not for see going through all that beer as quickly as they did. That was the main reason for making this trip in the first place. Sera could tolerate a lot of things, but having no god damn beer was not one of those things.

“Thanks for coming with me today.” Seraphina turned to smile at her best buddy Fionn, who was carrying a crap ton of groceries. Sera felt a little bad about dragging him all over town with her like this, and shoving so much crap on him too while she only carried two things. Then again, it was Fionn who insisted in coming in to help out, and it was he who said he would carry the less fragile stuff so she wouldn't be overburdened. Maybe that was his way of making up for not paying rent. Sera did insist that he saved what money he earned so he could get himself back on his feet if he wanted to. Then again it wasn't like it was out of Fionn's character to do shit like this. Sera's friend was a strange mix of bad ass, cute, and oddly gentleman-like too. He actually treated her like a girl, which was a rare occurrence with the tomboyish solaris. Sera wouldn't complain, it was odd but it was nice. And hey, he really proved to be more useful than she had thought today.

“You've been a real help today, especially for getting drinks for the week. You have no idea how many beer stores I usually go to just to get someone to give me shit. Stupid bastards that think my license is fake.” Her license was fake of course, but it was necessary. Thanks to Sera's race she looked a lot younger than she was by human years. No one would believe that she was fifty years old no matter how true that was. All because she didn't look it...or act it for that matter. Talk about suckage, just because she wasn't human and aged slower than everyone else even though she was the legal drinking age she still had to deal with stupid cashiers that wouldn't accept her damn ID. Fionn though had a better time with it, because he was only half human, and looked his age no one second guessed him and he was able to get the last thing on their list in a matter of minutes. “You know what? This is a cause for celebration! How about we make tonight a beer and pizza night? It'll be my treat. What do you say?”

[Agent 00 Biscuit]

Johnathan hated stakeouts. Out of all the tasks that PIDA agents had to do this was by far the most boring. They always involved longer hours of sitting in a car, staring at passerbys for the hope of maybe, just MAYBE spotting the person you were looking for. Most of the time the person you were looking for wouldn't show up. It would take hours for the suspect to come walk by if the place you were staking out was a well known hideout for them. Otherwise a lot of it was guess work and luck. This place though he had found out was a common route that the female suspect of his case walked down on. There had been plenty of sightings of a strange looking white haired, red eyed girl that lived around this area. It was a safe bet to say that they would have better luck finding her here than they would the guy.

John and Gil had tried tracking down the young man they were hunting down as well first, but their search turned out to be fruitless. While the agents had discovered the man they were looking for was a known drug dealer in town there was no trace of him. They had gone to all of his usual dealing spots but couldn't find him, and when they went to see his home they found nothing but rubble. For one reason or another the apartment that the male suspect had been living in collapsed, taking a large number of its inhabitants with it. There was no telling if the man they were looking for was dead or alive. They wouldn't know for sure till the officials finished pulling out and identified all the bodies. Needless to say, their search for the male suspect had to be put on hold. John had put all his focus on finding the pyro girl, which turned out to be much easier to do. But so far they had yet to find her. This didn't surprise the british agent at all, this was only the second day of their stakeout. It sometimes took days before he or his other fellow agents got any results. But his partner was probably getting restless with all the sitting and staring at nothing.

John wouldn't be surprised if Gil started whining about how boring this all was. If John, who was pretty patient and level headed when it came to these kind of things was getting bored out of his damn mind, Gil was probably going insane. As much as John still disliked his hellhound partner he felt a bit sorry for him. John knew Gil was the kind of person that needed more activity than what he was getting right now. He could sympathize with him there, and it didn't help that now that they were working together and he was beginning to learn more about Gil. It wasn't a bad idea to get along with the person you had to work with, but Gil wasn't like everyone else. The two had a history together, John had made up his mind on what he thought about Gil ages ago. But now that they were working with each other his opinions on the hound were starting to change. It was only a little but it was enough to make him worry on how much it would change the longer they had to be together.

John grabbed his coffee filled thermos and took a sip before turning to Guillotine. “Do you want some coffee?” he asked, “You probably won't like the taste but it will help you stay awake and alert.” Human or not John was sure this stake out would take a lot out of Gil just like it did him sometimes, and he needed his partner at his best if they found who they were looking for today. That was why he brought a second thermos just for his partner to use if he needed it.

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(Shit posting because Proboards decided to delete my 600+ word post)

Fionn walked down the street with a big, bright grin on his face, the hot sun beaming down on him and Sera as he walked down the street with groceries strapped to every part of him that they could be strapped, hundreds of different items all around his body, on his shoulders, on his back, in his satchel. Anywhere he could fit the heavy, less break-able items he did so, all the while attempting an awkward limbo to keep them from falling out of their individual bags and boxes.

He sighed a bit as he began to shuffle around some of the groceries, not so much from actual effort but more just the impression of effort, as if he was responding to a feeling he didn't have just because his mind felt that he should be having it. The reality being that a man of his size, who was capable of lifting massive swords and sometimes even entire buildings off of himself near daily barely felt the weight of a couple bags of food, making mental jokes to himself about that amount of weight being unworthy of his talent as he continued to walk under the beautiful sun with his friend at his side.

Hearing what Sera had to say about drinking and the people that wanted to prevent her from doing it he let out a dry chuckle, his laughter echoing out into the day as he happily responded to her harsh criticism's of the people who doubted the fake I.D she carried around with her. Though he really didn't mind having to be the one who purchased the alcohol, it wasn't like he didn't get to drink half of it after all.

Hearing the rest of what she had to say he began to grin even more deviously, he loved the thought of Pizza and he loved the thought of free even more, it made him feel happy that he got to have a break from his troubles for once in his long and painful life while living with Seraphina, even if "A break" to him meant cleaning up her sloppiness it was still the biggest break he had ever gotten before, and he was more than happy to scrub her house from top to bottom everyday if it meant he got to avoid going back out on to the streets and selling drugs, if only for a little while.

"Sera, where did you learn to read minds as well as you throw fire?" Fionn asked jokingly before chuckling again, briefly wondering if he was being creepy by laughing so much before discounting the thought as a "maybe" like he did with so many other of his stranger ones. "But even though I know you're not the type to ever listen, please let me pay for at least a bit of it, I don't want to take all of your money just yet." He said, now passing an ominous looking car as he did so, he got a bad feeling from that vehicle and he really didn't know why, all he knew was that it felt like he was being watched, he chalked it up to being a skittish cat and looked back down at Sera with his devious smile.

[Guillotine]

When John mentioned a stakeout the first thing that came to Guillotine’s mind was a large restaurant that served nothing but tender, juicy steak. For once, in his time as a PIDA agent, he was excited to go out on the town with his new partner; half-expecting the human to treat him to a steak dinner. Gil’s hopes had been dashed once he found out they were going to be sitting around waiting for the suspects to come to them. Sitting in a stationary car was the last thing Gil wanted to do during this high risk mission. Today was the second day of their car stakeout episode. The first had produced nothing more than ill tempers and a sore bottom.

Another day of this and Guillotine was going to lose his shit. Already, the hound began to crack under the pressure of boredom. It seized his mind with a vice-like grip. Even with his medication running through his veins Gil could not take much more. He had nearly squeezed his poor stress ball to death. To bad there was nothing he could do about it, Gil was in it for the long haul. Irritation could be seen on Guillotine’s pale face as he glared out of the window. Every so often he would produce a low growl maybe even a snort. Other than that the hound remained unusually quiet. He did not talk, he did not want to talk knowing what he had to say would surely put John on edge. An angry John meant no more cigarettes and Gil needed those cancer sticks.

God, he could really use a smoke right about now.

After a few hours of sitting in the uncomfortable passenger seat of TB's car the hound threw his hands up, almost as if he were admitting defeat. Gil couldn't hold his frustrations in any longer. He finally snapped. “Ugh, this is stupid! You are stupid! There is no way in hell the suspects are going to come waltzing by all willy-nilly. This city is huge. How are we so sure that they will come to this exactly location at this exact time? I will tell you what, it isn't going to happen! It is impossible. This is bloody ridiculous. Whoever came up with this idea needs to get punched in the fucking throat.“ The beast continued to rant and rave; giving Jonathan the business. He was like a dog barking up a tree or a spoiled child whining for attention. At this point Gil didn't care if his words pissed John off. He just needed to get it all out. Finally, after a full five minutes of nonstop ranting Gil began to lose steam. He calmed down, but grumbled and folded his arms in front of his chest. Now calm enough to speak in coherent sentences he said, ”We should be out there looking for them, John.”

When Jonathan offered the coffee Gil outright refused it. “I’m already awake. I don’t need any of your nasty human coffee.” Gil could recall the first time he tried coffee. One of his roommates had made a cup and he decided to steal a taste. Needless to say, he quickly regretted it. Since then he never wanted to try coffee again. A light smirk soon appeared onto Gil’s face as he tried to change the subject. “ I won’t turn down a smoke break, if you just so happen to be in the mood to give me one.” The young hound looked down at the second thermos. He eyed it for a moment, silently thinking. John was nice enough to even care to bring a second thermos for him. The more Gil thought about this the more guilty he felt about refusing John’s offer. Suppose he should just drink it? No, he’d probably just end up spitting it out all over John’s car anyway. The male sighed. He then looked away from his partner. Was he getting soft? He hated feeling like this. “T-Thank you though...for the coffee I mean.”

Right as Gil was about to start begging for a cigarette two rather familiar looking faces passed the car. The hound had to do a double take. His forest green eyes followed the familiar couple. Was that really them? It seemed so. Guillotine could barely believe his eyes. There they were! Astonished, Guillotine’s mouth dropped open. “Well, I’ll be damned!” Excitement rushed through the hound's tall frame. His veins began to pump full of adrenaline. Whether John realized it or not Gil was getting a little too enthusiastic for his own good. He had already begun to stare down the suspects like a lion eyeing it’s prey. He was ready to tear into them. Ah yes, how delightful it would be to get his fangs into their flesh. Oh, the joy he would feel after tasting their blood and hearing them scream for mercy.

Just as quickly as those dark thoughts came they went. Guillotine shook his head from side to side in an attempt to keep the murderous thoughts at bay. No, no, he couldn't kill them. He wasn't that kind of hound anymore. Still, he couldn't help but to get the urge to bite the two. Especially the male, seeing as his person was already occupied with bags. Suppose this would just make arresting him easier. (oh how wrong he was) As for the female she looked feistier in person. No doubt these two were going to be easy to apprehend. Gil licked his lips with satisfaction.

Before the mission Guillotine said he would behave. However, now that he was out in the field his excitement, backed by adrenaline, was starting to get the better of him. Maybe it was good he refused the coffee? A dark chuckle crept from Gil’s lips. His had yet to take his eyes off the young couple. “ There they are! H-Hey, you know what we should do?” He cooed, putting one hand onto the door handle. “We should break their arms and legs then throw them in the trunk.” It was a good thing John was leading this mission or else Gil would return to the PIDA with two body bags. With overenthusiasm clouding his judgment Guillotine began to slip back into his old ways. Granted, This time he wouldn't be doing any killing.

Guillotine then remembered that he had to obey John’s ever command. The man did buy him a carton of cigarettes after all. “Just say the word and I’ll cut these bastards down.” The male finally turned away from the suspects and looked John in the eye. His own emerald orbs had already changed to that deadly blood red color. “ -until then it is all you, Chief.”

[Agent 00 Biscuit]

Today was going to be another long, frustrating day John just knew it. John hated stakeouts with a passion, but this one was by far the worst one he had ever done. It wasn't the wait that was going to do him in. His first stakeouts had been a lot longer than this, he had done this kind of thing with Jesse for a few weeks when he and his friends had been tracking down Guillotine. Those days stuck in a hot car doing absolutely nothing had lasted a lot longer than that. This one should not be as bad he knew, back then they had very little to go on in their search for the hellhound so it wasn't surprising that they had lasted that long and had not wielded any results. This one was different though. Unlike the previous ones he had done he had better and more reliable information given to him about this area. The pyro girl was a lot easier to track down than Guillotine had been, she didn't know what was coming for her it seemed and there had been a lot of sightings of her in this area. The chances were that the girl lived somewhere nearby, that was what the evidence was pointing to. They were bound to find her walking down this path sometime, they probably didn't even need to wait more than a week to eventually catch her.

Yet, despite knowing that this stakeout felt even worse than the others. It was strange, be he had a feeling that it had to do with his company. John's past stakeouts had been with his friend Jesse, while he had to deal with the older man's whining and frustrations Jesse wasn't bad company to have. The two got along reasonably well and he knew how to pull Jesse out of his whining when it got too bad. Somehow, some way he and Jesse found a way to make the best of the situation and even had a bit of fun on the job from time to time. Unfortunately John wasn't with Jesse, he was stuck with Guillotine. Dear god, he was stuck with Gil. John had to give Jesse some credit, as much as the man could act like a whiny little brat he was much better company than Gil. He had to admit though, the two were more a like than they thought they were. Gil acted like a spoiled brat, and was easily frustrated when things didn't go his way just like Jesse was prong to do. The only difference was Jesse didn't have anger issues on top of that making it worse.

John wasn't sure how he was going to handle his increasingly frustrating partner. The man still had a lot to learn when it came with Gil's personality before he could figure out how to avoid the worst aspects of the hellhound. Till he could figure that out the two sat in a long, uncomfortable silence. The silence was likely to drive them both insane, but what else could they do? Johnathan never thought he would ever miss that uncomfortable silence like he did when his partner finally snapped. The man glared daggers into the hellhound as the beast ranted and raved. He wanted nothing more than to slap Gil upside the head for being an ass but he held himself back. No, one of them had to be the mature one here. “Calm down you idiot.” the man hissed. “What part of patience do you not understand? I warned you before we started doing this that this would not be fun. If we want to find this girl we need to do this. I have got plenty of sources that say the girl we are looking for passes down this route often. If we are going to find her its going to be here.” John shook his head when Gil said, a little more calmly this time, that they should be out there looking for the suspects. “What do you think we are doing right now?” he asked, “We are looking for them. Or at least one of them anyway. Part of looking for a suspect is staking out locations they might go to. In this case its here.” The man sighed. Guillotine had a lot to learn, but John was starting to run out of patience in trying to teach him.

The longer he had to sit in this car with him the more he wanted to just give up. Trying to reason with Gil was like trying to break a brick wall with your head, it went nowhere and only gave him a headache. John hated this, all he ended up doing was juggling his real work with babysitting. The last thing he wanted to do was babysit the man who was suppose to be his partner. But unfortunately that was what he had to deal with. Like it or not he had to make the best of it, and teach his partner how things worked. The question was, how was he going to go about it? “Think about it like hunting. I know you've hunted in the past. As a predator didn't you learn your prey's habits and track them down where you know they would go? That is what we are doing here. We have to wait for our prey to come to us before we chase them down. Trust me on this, unlike you I know what I am doing. Just be patient, if she doesn't show up eventually we will just change our tactics.”

Johnathan let his words hang there in the air for a moment, giving Gil the chance to think them over while he took a little coffee break. 'Don't let him get to you John.' he silently told himself. Gil was just bored and frustrated. He could sympathize with that. He had been rather frustrated when he first had to do things like this. It was normal to get upset after awhile. Jesse would have done the same thing. Johnathan thought back to his past stakeouts with Jesse. Jesse could be just as quick tempered as Gil was, normally it took more than just boredom for him to snap like this. Perhaps it was the same with Guillotine too. Gil was probably more than just bored if he was starting to get snappy, the question was, what was wrong with him? John glanced over at the sulking man next to him, perhaps Gil was a little tired. They had woken up pretty early this morning just to come here, even he felt a little tired. He was sure he wasn't the only one feeling the same way. So John decided to offer Gil a bit of coffee to help perk him up. But Gil didn't seem too interested in it.

“Suit yourself.” John shrugged. “It's still here if you change your mind.” Okay so maybe he was wrong on the whole sleepy angle. It was back to the drawing board. Perhaps hunger was the issue? John looked at his watch for a moment. It had been awhile since he had eaten at least, who knew when was the last time Guillotine had eaten. “Do you want to eat something instead then?”the man asked. “Jesse gave me the food he packed for you in case you got hungry.” Jesse had been pretty insistent about making all of Guillotine's meals for him when he went out. Though John said that he could take care of that the older man wouldn't take no for an answer. John had no idea if he would take the offer though, soon after Gil mentioned wanting a smoking break. The request was reasonable enough he supposed. The streets were pretty empty, and there wouldn't be anything really suspicious about a man stepping out of his car to smoke a cigarette. “Sure. You can have a short break. You can eat too afterwards if you want.” Johnathan pulled out a single cigarette from his pocket and was just about to hand it over when he spotted them.

Holy hell, Johnathan was sure that they would find the girl soon enough if they just waited, but he didn't think it would be this soon and he definitely didn't think that he would see the guy they were looking for with her too. “I told you I was right.” the man smiled, yes this was perfect. The two people they had been searching for all this time were right there within their reach. John's smile quickly disappeared when he looked to Guillotine. The instant he saw Gil's grin he knew that something was wrong. What Gil said only confirmed his fears. John glared at Guillotine again as the man mentioned breaking legs. “You will be doing nothing of the sort.” he replied bluntly. “Not unless they attack us anyway.” John watched the pair walking down the street and then took a good look at their surroundings. There was no one else on the street so far, which was a good thing. The absence of people meant less of a chance of civilian causalities if things turned ugly. It also meant this was a good time to strike. If things came down to a confrontation John wanted to be sure that no one else was around to get involved. If they wanted to take the suspects in they had to act fast.

“Get your cellphone ready Gil.” John ordered the hellhound as he pulled his own cell out and readied it to call for reinforcements if needed. “We might need to call for back up in case something goes wrong.” John turned his attention back at the suspects. Now at least with his side ready to call for help if needed he needed to figure out how to approach the two. It was too dangerous to risk approaching them without a plan first. Soon enough an idea formed in his head. “Gil, listen to me very carefully. I am going to leave this car and talk to them, while I am doing that you are not allowed to attack or show any hostility towards them. Just stay quiet and follow my lead. Don't go on the offensive unless they try to attack either me or you. If you don't think you can manage that then sit in the car and call for back up. Do you understand?” John didn't bother waiting for a response from Gil before he left the car and went after the suspects.

There were only a few options on how they could deal with situation. Originally John had planned to just follow the pyro girl to see where it was that she lived so he and Gil could hatch some kind of plan later on. That was only in the event that there would be too many people around to risk going after her directly. That and if she had just been living alone. Now that he saw the guy with her he doubted she was by herself. It was better to catch them off guard, and what better time to do that than now? The duo were preoccupied and had their hands full, the young man would be slow at drawing his weapon at least if he had them with him. John had considered going a more honest route and approach the two, tell them who he and his partner were and what they wanted from them to at least give them the chance to surrender without a fight. He might have done so if he felt comfortable handling a dangerous fight. As things were now he doubted he could, alone John could at least take on one of them by himself, but two was harder, and working with a partner who could more damage than good he had to avoid getting to a fight. That left only one option left, lying through his teeth. “Excuse me sir, madam.” John called after them. “Can I have a moment of your time please?” The man would wait for the two suspects to stop moving. Dear god he hoped he could pull this plan off.

[Seraphina]

Sera laughed at Fionn's little mind reading joke. “It's a secret.” the girl teased, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. Sera had to admit, she really enjoyed living with Fionn. It was easy to forget sometimes how lonely it was having to live by herself. The solaris had been all by herself ever since she had left the orphanage, sometimes it bothered her, but for the most part she kept herself so busy that she barely had time to focus on those feelings. Even then, there was only so much fighting, drinking, stealing, and in general mischief that one could do to keep depressing thoughts away. With Fionn here now she wasn't alone, and thanks to that she never thought about her depressing past when he was around. Fionn was a good friend and roommate. The two got along well, had similar lifestyles, they even thought a like too. Fionn was also a big softy the girl had discovered. It was pretty funny given how the two had met originally. At a glance Fionn looked anything but nice, but then he did things like this, clean the house, cook for her, go shopping with her, and even offer to pay for pizza. He was too kind for his own good.

“You are right on that one. I don't listen much.” Sera chuckled. “It wouldn't much of a treat for you if I let you pay for it. You helped me out a lot today so let me treat you. Besides, I got enough cash to blow on useless junk if I want to. Technically speaking its not even my money I am just borrowing it....without the intent of paying it back, but still that counts for something right?” It was no exaggeration what she said. Sera had enough cash to pay for months worth of rent and basic necessities. The last house she had hit had been pretty wealthy. The money would last her and her roommate a good while till she needed to go out on another theft. She could easily afford to waste it on pizza. “I wonder what kind of pizza we should get though...I know! We should try out one of those big meat pack pizzas. You know, the ones that they stuff with all the meat toppings available? That should be good right?”

“Excuse me sir, madam. Can I have a moment of your time please?”

Seraphina turned around at the sound of the stranger's voice to see so balding, overweight dude standing behind them. Despite the man's normal appearance there was something a bit strange about him. It wasn't his voice, though from what she could tell based on his accent he was a foreigner. What it was that made him feel odd was his aura. Whether it was because of her solaris nature, or some special sixth sense that only she had Seraphina could tell if someone was human or supernatural once she was close to them. This stranger felt mostly human but there was something there that she could feel that told her he wasn't completely what he appeared to be. She had a similar feeling to this when she had first met Fionn, but this while it felt similar was also completely different. At least there was one thing that she knew, the man coming up behind him was something she could recognize. Sera glanced over towards tall, dark, and creepy as he made his way over to them. Mr. Creepy over there was without a doubt some kind of demon dog thing. Sera had fought one of his kind before. The overgrown mutt had been a lecherous asshole, but was that a common thing with all of his kind? “Sure, what do you want?” the girl turned her attention back to the first man, choosing to at least focus her attention on the one who addressed them first. There was something a little weird about these guys, but she couldn't find out what it was first if she didn't talk with one of them.

“I am Agent Johnathan Blaine.” the balding man gave them a small smile as he introduced himself, “And this is my partner Gil. We are from a branch of the FBI currently working on the Redwood apartments case. I believe you two probably know about the building that collapsed in on itself recently?”

“Yeah, we know about that.” Sera said, glancing over at Fionn as she spoke. That apartment building had been the one Fionn had been living in before he had moved in with her. In fact, it was because of the building caving in on him that Fionn was living with her in the first place. It wouldn't be much of a surprise that someone was looking into what happened, but why were a pair of FBI agents asking two complete strangers about it? “So, what do you want with us?” she asked, something here wasn't really adding up.

“We are trying to locate any surviving residents that had been living in that building to find any clues as to why the building collapsed.” the man stated. “Most of the people that lived there have already given their testimonies but there are still quite a few people that haven't yet, and we are trying to track them down. I believe your friend over there might be one of those we are looking for.” The man turned to look at Fionn as he spoke before pulling out his cell and showing them a drawn portrait of Fionn. “This is you correct?” the man asked her friend. Seraphina eyed the image closely, they would have a hard time denying that this wasn't Fionn. It looked exactly like him. “We would like to ask you a few questions sir. You don't need to worry, you aren't going to be punished for not coming to us sooner. All we need is a formal statement from you about what happened that day. No matter how little use you think it might be, it could help us uncover what happened so we can charge those responsible if this was more than an accident. All you need to do is come with us, we will drive you to our office, ask you a few questions, then take you back home. With any luck we will be done in an hour. Your friend is welcome to join us too if she wants. Unless she also happened to be living in that apartment building at the time too.”

Sera didn't say anything while she listened to the man talk. If the man was lying he seemed to be doing a pretty good job of it. There was nothing in his facial or body expression that gave him away. Maybe he was what he said he was, sure he didn't seem completely human and his partner definitely wasn't but that didn't mean supernaturals couldn't be FBI agents. Still, the situation could turn out badly. Both Fionn and her were not exactly law abiding citizens. If these FBI agents poked a little bit too much into their lives they could get into a lot of trouble. Then again, if all they wanted was information about that incident they might not want too much information on their personal lives. Seraphina looked up to her friend. “Well buddy, its your call. What do you want to do about this?” she asked. It didn't matter what she thought about all of this. In the end it was Fionn they seemed to be after so it was his call. If he wanted to go she would not hesitate to go with him to watch his back just in case. If he wanted to run or fight she would go along with it too. While that was likely to cause her a lot of trouble Fionn was worth that trouble.

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"Yeah, forceful Borrowing sounds like a good term for it I'd say." Fionn joked before laughing, he quite liked Sera's sense of humor, it worked well with his and allowed him more opportunities to chuckle and laugh without looking weird and out of place. "Yeah I'd imagine that that would be pretty good, you should choose though." He shifted the weight of some of the bags a little, even to a man who had survived as much as him, plastic bags still hurt to carry. "I mean, as I said before you're going to do the exact opposite of what I say, but you are the one paying for it, so you should at-least choose which type we get, right?" He said, making humor once again about the girls tendency to not listen to anything anyone else had to say, to the point that even if she wanted to treat a person to something it still had to be her treat.

And that's when he saw the man approach, his voice slipping into his ears and giving him a bad feeling. Fionn quickly realized that he didn't like this man as soon as he had said "Hello", there was just something about him that gave him the creeps, but then again that could simply be chalked up to Fionn being a bit of a "Scaredy Cat". Not wanting to give up a chance to study the man, he let Sera do the talking in hopes that he could also have a second to calm down, the man was just creeping him out beyond belief and he had absolutely no idea why.

"Yeah, that's me." Fionn said in a cold and steely tone at the mans showing of his portrait, his voice sharp enough to cut through diamonds. He did not trust this man one bit, everything he was saying just sounded like a load of falsehoods to him and he didn't want to have anything to do with this. It was all too perfect for these FBI agents to find two people like him and Sera at the same place and confront them at the same time. But the one major thing that he took offense to, in all of the lies the man spewed, was the need for him to come with them. Because even though he joked about it, there was absolutely nothing in this world that was going to keep him from indulging in a Pizza-Night, not hell nor heaven, life or death, and certainly not an FBI douche-bag. Putting on a menacing face and staring the man down with a glare of pure evil he opened his lips slowly and methodically, completely ignoring what his Solaris friend had to say as he let out but one simple sentence. "F***ing Bull***t"

[Guillotine]

What an interesting day this was turning out to be. Here Gil thought this mission would be nothing more than a boring steak out, but now things were starting to change for the better. As TB strolled up to the couple Gil followed close behind. The tall male kept his hands in his pockets, he fondled his pack of smokes. If It wasn’t for the suspects standing right infront of him Guillotine would have lit up a cigarette. The hound was a bit disappointed not to get a smoke break. However, now that the suspects had appeared things were going to get interesting.
It was about damn time he finally got some action. Despite promising TB that he would behave Gil was already riled up for a fight.

Silent, the hellhound listened as John spoke to the suspects. The human was quick to come up with a plan. Gil of course would just roll with it. His forest green eyes looked the female over as she replied to TB’s comment. As feisty as she looked the woman didn’t appear to be showing any signs of running away, or even fighting. Perhaps taking her down would be easier than he thought? Guillotine’s nose flared, taking in the young woman’s scent as well as Fionn’s. They both had a distinct aroma that would be hard to forget. Guillotine pushed the smells into the back of his mind for safe storage. If the couple decided to run he could track them down by their smell.

Soon, the attention moved to the other suspect. The male didn’t seem as willing to talk as the female. She had asked for his input, and the male answered. His tone didn’t set well with Guillotine. The hound didn’t care if he was supposed to hand back and observe. This little punk needed to be taught a lesson. Gil’s brow furrowed as he glared down at Fionn. “The hell did you say?” Guillotine’s tall frame stood rigid. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end from anger. He then took a bold step towards the human. A low growl crept from Gil’s lips. He was't about to allow the human to disrespect his partner. “You better show some fucking respect or I will tear that tongue of yours right out of your mouth, you little shit.” How dare this human talk to TB like that!? Guillotine was outraged.