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Pistol Formation

Scott leaned to the side taking in a deep breath as he pulls his helmet up and over his head. For once he was glad he convinced Ethan to let him keep Aoden's motorcycle, it got him here to Los Angeles much faster than his dirt bike ever could. And time was of he essence here. The dead pool had apparently extended beyond the borders of Beacon county and while Kira tracked down the people near Beacon Hills, Scott had offered to find those a little further from home. Parking the motorcycle Scott sho ed the helmet into a simple bag, the strap his flung over his head and the left the single strap stretch across his chest before running a hand nervously through his hair and heading off in the direction he was told Dexter would be.

Dexter Matthews, Scott wished the list had more on the guy besides a name and a dollar amount. What kind of creature was he? It would be nice if Scott knew what he was about to run into. Maybe help him come up with a way to ease into the whole assassins are coming after you and your family because you have a fifteen million dollars price tag on your head, part of his introduction. A quick Google search showed he lived in L.A. and was a rather attraction model in the area. The man's Facebook showed he enjoyed football, and Scott hoped,  prayed to whatever God would hear that Dex was at the game playing at his university. The smell of sweat, stale beer and hot dogs hung heavily in the air, quickly shrinking any chance the little alpha had at finding the man through scent. Shouldering his way through the ocean of people Scott could smell the scent of blood and gun powder. His ears twitched as he heard the distant click of a gun being cocked. A sense of dread hit him as he realized he wasn't alone in his search. He prayed he wasn't already to late.