Supernatural PI (greatdragonsoldier13)

There was a brief shrug of his shoulders when Sam heard the older wolf ask about the possible lack of nose hairs, "More I just don't have hair in general, but I suppose that you're somewhat correct there." He watched the cup suddenly get whiskey added in with something of a quizzical look right before getting more information as per Steele and recent events, "If this Steele is the same one I fought side by side with, in the war, then he certainly is one of a kind. A real shame that something like this happened to such a great guy." He added in right before Tracey made her way back to relay what her latest news relayed over to her about the potential of Steele going and hiding out in Vancouver, and then came the hard right turn that flipped everything heads over tails about multiple Vancouver, "Boy. Really making me work for my paycheck today aren't you." He chuckled before taking a few steps away from the still, "You know the region more than I do agent. Let's try to find Jean and hope that he doesn't take a sudden hate for us for taking so long." He flicked out another cigarette once out of the danger zone around the still and stuck it in his mouth once more while he waited for Tracey to get back to the jeep, a snap of his fingers later lit the end once again, "And let's hope that he isn't still angry about the old wars." He muttered under his breath while she was out of earshot.

Yvonne, now more calm than when Jean was gone and not howling at her about her life choices, gave a small smile at the mention of catching a movie, "I'd like that." She answered as briefly as she could and before Mary could inject herself into the conversation and kick herself into the drama once again, "Maybe later you could take me to your place, stay away from 'him' for a while." She added suggesting staying away from her boyfriend without actually saying that he was her boyfriend. It was exactly then that Mary brought herself into the conversation and that thread ended right there and then forcing her to get back to work through the diner.

Sam dismissively waved back at Tracey, or Lydia as it seemed now, with the implied message that they were going to continue later. Once he was done getting a little something to drink with the older wolf that was his current company. Once inside the still he took a quick glance around to watch around at the set up that he was walking into. Once offered, Sam took a firm hold of the growler and took a long and deep sniff of the nearly pure alcohol set in front of him, "Not too bad." He muttered before taking a swig, "I wouldn't quite put it at 'burn my nose hairs' strong, but it's got the kick to it." He chuckled while swirling the fluid around, "Sorry if my partner back there touched a nerve. Things are just a little stressful at the moment. Especially since she's probably dealing with a friend and trying to find him before anything else goes wrong. And apologies if you noticed me getting a little on the physically defensive, reflexes. Don't live long in my line of work if you don't stay on your toes with anyone and anything." His tone grew more somber and sentimental once he had his first drink. Once he gave his apology he handed the cup back to the elder wolf for his turn.

Yvonne lowered her head at the mention of children. She couldn't speak, she couldn't look Jean in the eye and give him an answer whether he wanted to hear one or not. All she could do was to huddle up and try to bear what she was hearing. Half of her was expecting to feel him grabbing her to force her to look him in the eye. That was when Bernie broke that spell of her own habits and reflexes with a soft touch on her shoulder and the tender sounding tone in his voice. The moment that the two began to move back to the diner she couldn't help but to shift closer and brush up against his side, "Thank you by the way. I guess I just sort of froze up there." She muttered before they approached the door to finally walk inside. After that, she simply had to get back to work and try to get over what Jean said to her, regardless of what she felt in the matter, "I suppose I should get back to work. Maybe we can see each other later?" She asked before he got back to eating the meal that was likely cold by now.

Once he and Tracey arrived at their destination, Sam swung the door gently open with a rather elegant turn that planted his feet on the ground, turned to shut the door and took to the walking path in, for the most part, a single smooth motion. The ease that he exuded while in the jeep seemed to dissolve while his eyes scanned the pathway and surrounding area. Despite the fact that Tracey said that the wolf cooperated before, there was always the idea that they were waiting for an ambush. After Tracey initiated the conversation, Sam held himself back a step behind his current partner to let her hold the lead in the conversation.

Once the older wolf snapped at Tracey for the wuestion about Steele and his house, Sam leveled his position with Tracey with a faint golden glint when he held his right arm behind him. The glint just as suddenly vanished when the mood suddenly changed to an offer for a drink, "I suppose that there's no harm in it. Haven't had a good moonshine since Capone took over the business." He offered a friendly bow as a gesture to let the older wolf take the lead, "Agent Tracey. Could you do me a big favor and request an update on trying to find that yacht. It has been a little bit, maybe they caught a whiff of his trail at some point." There was a step forward to the still before he held up a hand for her attention, "And try to change your callsign to something that isn't your name in the phonetic alphabet. Ruins the whole point of relaying a quick message if it takes you ten seconds just to call a name. And your personal security sucks at that."

Yvonne was about to turn back and get back to work when she spotted that look Jean made, "I'm sorry. I need to -" Her thought was interrupted when she felt the cane stop her in her tracks with the single motion that revealed what she was trying to hide the entire night, "I'm not trying." She spoke grabbing at her arm in what little it actually meant anymore, "I don't want him getting hurt, I don't want anyone else getting hurt because I did something he didn't like. I'm used to pain, I can bear it on my own." She avoided looking at either wolf near her, "I just don't want anyone else getting hurt because of me."

Sam chuckled at Tracey's callback to what he said to her on the dock, "Touche. Touche." He answered back glancing along the road and admiring the green around them, "Right. Sorry about that. Been in the states so long I think of events here. American. Maybe I need to try and see if the ministry has jobs out of the country once in a while when all this is over and dealt with. Hopefully soon. Probably piss off my department more than I already am." His finger tips tapped at the doors while he thought, "So. The wolf we're meeting up with. Think he'll actually say something or do you think this might go south fast?"

Yvonne glanced back watching the ravenous hunger of the behemoth with table manners that matched up with what she was already suspecting. It certainly didn't seem like he was trying to hide his true nature all that well, unless the others around just didn't think of what he could be. That train of thought however was ripped to shreds when the second gentleman marched inside. Yvonne snapped for a menu at her side and attempted a "welcome" before being completely ignored and going straight to the sheriff. The talk seemed urgent, but it wasn't exactly her place to get involved in something that required the sheriff to report in on. The talk even seemed to jump off the scale as soon as the gentleman in question tapped the cane against the table in some pattern that she could swear she remembered somewhere and like that they were both just about at a sprint outside to continue their talk. After that her curiosity just seemed to get the best of her and made her way towards the door and cracked it open slightly just in the hope that she could get some if their conversation. Not much was heard right up until the gentleman, Jean, called out in her native language. She jumped more at the fact someone else in the area knew how to speak more than the words that they carried out. She held where she was for a moment before walking outside to speak up, "I didn't want to say it in the diner, but it seemed kind of obvious. You aren't exactly that great at being subtle." She added in once the two seemed to be more or less finished with what they were saying, instinctively she winced back as though expecting something out of no where to hit her after talking back.

Sam couldn't help but to chuckle at the mention of "'36" and "old" in the same thought, "Really now? Whatever you do to keep yourself looking that young, keep going with it." Now that the atmosphere in the transport was much lighter than it had been before he didn't feel like he need to be strictly business, "I bet he would have been proud to see her take the stand." That somber thought was blown clear away at the mention of Tracy's daughter knocking out someone easily twice her size, "I sure don't want to be the guy that walks into her in a dark alley then. Haven't really gotten a chance to talk with my kid since the civil war, after fighting for the South with my brothers in arms she just kind of disappeared." He tapped the sides of the jeep lightly to a rhythm that only he was hearing.

Yvonne gave a small smile at the compliment offered to her, "Thank you Sheriff." She hesitated to move as though she were about to ask him a question though after a bit she took a step backward as though deciding not to ask, "Enjoy the meal sir." She meekly added before turning to take herself back to the counter since the other patrons seemed to have been served already. It didn't ring until as soon as she arrived at the counter that the sheriff in question had used her name instead of the usual 'miss' or 'ma'am'. A quick bob of her head confirmed that she had forgotten to stick her name pin on her blouse like she was supposed to have. The tingle in the base of her spine seemed to have confirmed it as well. His size, that tingle, his appetite; it all seemed to make sense that he wasn't exactly human.

Sam arched an eyebrow while she started describing their potential target's behavior then let a chuckle build up in his throat, "Sounds like a fun hunt if you ask me. Reminds me of a guy I knew back in the war. Not likely to be the same guy, but you never know. This world is very small." He leaned back as the radio crackled alive once again to relay the bad news along with Tracy's frustration about her fellow agent losing a trail on their target, "You aren't incompetent. Let me deal with this part." He grabbed the discarded radio to activate his end of the receiver, "Listen, whatever your callsign is, the burned house is a slash and burn tactic. It's more than likely that big bad took the yacht and is in exfil. Try to find the yacht, keep a low profile and don't follow too close or he might get spooked more than he already is. Track , but do not make contact. No weapons drawn. If you have other units, break into teams of two in your search. Over." He relayed over the receiver to the other agents he was working with, "There's a phrase dealing with command in the army. The only bad choice is one you don't make. You become incompetent when you outright give up and freeze. Seen too many butter bars freeze up and that was what got people killed." He uttered out, still relaxed despite the situation, "While we're off to talk to that wolf, tell me a bit about yourself. Starting with how long you've been an agent." His icy blue eyes traced the road then to Tracy for her to answer and potentially calm her nerves.

Yvonne, after just about hearing Bernie bark at the people starting to stare, took a couple steps back with her ticket in hand, "I'll have this sent up right away sir." She tried speaking up before turning and dropping the ticket off to the cook. With the pressure seemingly dispersed she attempted to collect herself, which was only made worse when the cook warned her not to leave her fingers anywhere close when the sheriff started eating, "Thanks for the warning." She interjected not wanting to think about the sudden image of the behemoth munching on her fingers. There was a moment of thought while she peeked back at the man in question, she found her way back when Mary asked about the sheriff's drink, "Oh shoot." She jumped up rushing to get the soft drink ready after several minutes, possibly longer, that she hadn't been thinking properly. Her frantic rush disapated when Mary brushed her sleeve up for her to instinctively tug it back down, "I'm not sadly." She looked down at the drink right before the plates with heaping helpings of everything stashed on multiple plates, "Does he pay extra for all this or is he just a special case?" She asked feeling the masses start waying down on her arms as she tried to balance everything together. A minor wince tugged at her lip when the hot plate touched one of her still tender bruises. The balancing act took fairly slower than she felt she would typically take for another customer with a substantially reduced appetite, "I'm sorry for the wait. Everything kind of just got away from me for a minute." She tried to pass it off with a small, nervous laugh while she brought everything down dish by dish in as fast as she could go without losing anything.

Sam chuckled under his breath when Tracy seemed about ready to jump out of her skin once he made himself known, "Pardon. Bad habit I have." He brought up while the hot stick was in his mouth. He tucked his hands into his pockets while listening to the small brief that he had an assumption she had gone over at least for the last couple hours. Then she brought up the dead children thrown into the lake like a mafioso dealing with a snitch. The bright red seemed to flare up for a second before finally burning out and disappearing, "If those were his kids I could get why he'd go off the grid, but that does look bad for the agency if you just let a German operative loose in the states so soon after Hitler bit the dust." There was a hint of restrained anger in his time, held back by countless years experience in dealing with the worst of both humanity and the inhuman. Once the radio message finished in a very poor operational security method he strode forward, "If he was wounded in the exchange he'd probably look for a secluded location to lick his wounds, but with the fact that he's more than likely has a father's rage he might be hunting down the bastards that did this to him. The island is secluded enough that there's sure to be spider holes littered throughout." He crushed the still warm cigarette butt in his hand while watching through the fog at the island, "We're going to have to act like hunters to find him out there. And let me take the lead, if we find him and he thinks we're a threat then make sure I take the damage. I don't look the part, but I know how to take a few hits."

There was a moment of relief when Yvonne heard that he hasn't been waiting long, maybe just seated himself while she was cleaning up the best that she could. The tingle in her spring seemed to grow when he mentioned Celilo, "Yes. It's a shame." She wasn't about to start lingering on the subject and was more set on making sure that his order was settled, of course that was when he mentioned a seventy-two ounce steak, "I think I may have misunderstood you sir. Did you say seventy-two?" She asked wondering exactly how he was expecting to eat the massive hunk of meat in one sitting. Taking the note down anyway she felt the air grow cold when the topic changed, "Not yet." She answered meekly while looking at the serious look in his eyes, "I see. I guess with the war over there's a lot more happening back home. Must be hard to adjust to life here after you're facing down death nearly every day." She tried not to look directly into his eyes while the diner somehow turned quiet, "Let me go ahead and ring your order up." She added to try and disengage with the subject.

There didn't seem to be any sounds aside from the sounds of the water below and the dense fog only seemed to make the entire world seem isolated in that singular spot that the agent waited for the private investigator. The investigator arrived where he and the agent were intended to meet while the fog seemed to clump up around him. Under the heavy concealment from the fog was a fairly unnoteworthy looking older gentleman that appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties. On his body were the typical suit and pants held up by a set of suspenders with a distinct lack of a jacket and a head of dark brown hair that started to fleck out into grey strands from here to there. He also appeared somewhat meek compared to other enforcers that intend to make themselves as intimidating as possible. As he approached the agent, unaffected by the fog so it seemed, he grinned while pulling a cigarette from his shirt pocket, "Don't worry agent. I see you just fine." He answered still concealed by the thick layer of fog only to be revealed when he snapped his fingers. A small flame sprouted from his finger as the cigarette burned in front of him, "Sorry I'm late. Had a bit of trouble with the train, delayed a bit from a robbery. You'll see the damage when the papers decide to cover the story." The red cherry burned larger as he dragged his first puff, "Sam Westwood. Though if you read my file you'd know that." The smoke passed unnoticed into the fog, "And you would have seen that I might not have been the best choice if you wanted purely discrete activity. My jobs have a tendency of making a mess."

Yvonne sighed as she straightened out her new uniform while watching her reflection in the mirror. There were many attempts to cover everything in what little that she actually had to cover herself with. The pink puffy sleeves that rode up every time she tried to move her arms so much as inch did little to help with the recent bruises that her boyfriend of two years inflicted when he gripped her arm to force her to look at him. Despite everything, she would have to start working in just a few moments. There was one last huff before she finally opened the door and walked into the bright and vibrant colors of the diner. One last tug on her shirt straightened out what little she could with her outfit. As soon as she walked out, she was spotted by a behemoth of a man. When she turned her head to see the man waving her down she felt infinitely small as well as felt some start tingle in the base of her spine which only grew the closer that she got to him. There had been a few other times where she felt it, mostly when there were tribal wolves associating with her family nearly a decade before, "Sorry I made you wait." She spoke in a soft, almost quiet tone before she tried clearing her throat to bring out some other personality that would never come. Before she could repeat herself, the man before her spoke, "Oh, yes. I came up here a couple weeks ago." She tried continuing the conversation while attempting to nonchalantly tug on her sleeve when the man's eyes wandered to the fresh bruises, "Is there something I can get for you?" She asked in a desparate turn to try and take the attention away from what he was looking at