>>5924727>>5924746>>5924770>>5924775>>5924797>>5924859>>5924877"I'll think about it, I just. I gotta get out of here." You waggle your phone and Grey gives you a disappointed but understanding look.
"All good, DeLucia. Just think about it.
"I will." You tell him, your mind already turning over his words and finding a concerning amount you agree with. As you reach the door you turn the handle and pull only to leave it open as your mind continues to work.
"Grey?" You ask over your shoulder.
"Yeah."
"Let him finish this Mandragora business. He needs this."
Grey's eyes invoke a very specific brand of sorrow in you. Just from his face alone you can tell there's so much he'd like to say but he, instead, leaves it at:
"I know."
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Nearly an hour and a half later you find your old car pulling into a familiar back alley, your headlights cut off before you even entered, the quiet crackle of loose stones and old debris under your tire are all that betray your arrival. As you pull around something new in the front window catches your eye.
'HELP WANTED'
You frown and let out a sigh through your nose. Atop the dumpster is a familiar fedora, this time in a light cream color, sitting on a pile of greasy cardboard boxes is your favorite faceless vigilante. He holds a small notebook in his hand and scribbles on it with a long broken pencil.
"Officer." He says quietly as you step out. "Glad you reached out, I had some things to share with you."
He stands from the now indented box tower and tears a sheet handing it to you. A small address in neat font is scrawled across the striped paper.
"An address?"
"A meet place for Hatchet Men, Huntress got it out of a friend."
"A friend?"
"She met him at work." He remarks dryly.
