Who: @todddumont When: Morning after the Solstice Festival Where: The Dumont Cabin
Step one of any proper hunt: Research. He’d written down everything he remembered about the target, the next step was cross referencing it in the GOI’s database to see if there was any overlap with known targets of other hunts or anyone on their registry. That meant he was in the little room that was technically Todd’s office and not his own, scrolling through files of fae who fit the woman’s description on the only computer they had that could get some decent speed on it with such a large database loaded up.
The thing was, that was boring. If Lucas didn’t have that little voice in his head (one that always sounded shockingly close to his brother’s) telling him to not make a huge scene and cause trouble, he might’ve handled this right there on the beach, witnesses be damned. But no, he was going to be thorough, and that meant getting away with just a scratch and letting the fae escape.
He still hadn’t really told Todd the details. He’d stitched up his wound and wrapped it himself, and he'd kept his jacket on until he got into his room when he got home at the end of the bonfire. He was going to have to, eventually, but I got cornered, unarmed, by a fae who didn’t care we were in public and tried to cut me open at the beach yesterday was never a nice conversation to have with someone who had been mother-henning him basically his whole life.
Angel, who had been lying asleep next to his feet, lifted her head and began to wag her tail without getting up from her spot, alerting him of his brother’s return from the early-morning shift at the diner, one he’d graciously covered since Lucas was still the teeny-tiniest bit incredibly hungover from the night before. He leaned back in the chair, calling out, “I’m in the office!”