on the fifth of march, hector and @vincentkilatan drive out to @rfjofficial‘s home to stake it out.
In spite of Vincent being a Virtue, the same as Hector, he feels he’s had precious little one-on-one time to spend with him. They’ve been placed on the same ground, so Hector can’t get away from him in settings which require more tact, but outside of that, he doesn’t know that he knows much about him at all. Well, that’s not true — Enzo admires Vincent. Hector isn’t concerned about that yet, but he might, later down the line. He knows the gist, the basics, but most everyone in Death is... new, in the same way Hector is new to Death. He’s trying to take things steady, one day at a time.
The memory of the bombs going off is still fresh in his mind, however, there’s no doubt about that. And bombs are not slow or steady.
He pulls the car over to the side of the road, within walking distance. He can only imagine an heir like Rafael would have enough protection to stop an army somewhere on his property, although now that he thinks about it, the entire reason for this stake-out is to figure out if that’s true or not. The engine idles, humming, and he takes a moment to feel the way it spins with his hands on the steering wheel. It might do alright, if they need to make a run for it earlier than they’re prepared for. He’s no stranger to putting pedal to the metal. The thought of Vincent behind the wheel makes him feel like he’s about to break out into hives, however.
Hector finally turns to look at Vincent. He’s not nervous, because Hector’s never nervous. Maybe a little trepidations, but nothing worse than that. He’s praying, however, that this all goes smoothly. “Ready to go?”
