Sunrise Over California (Mission)

[Deacon Graves]

What the hell!? Deacon was entirely caught off-guard when the man tackled Blake and his partner began to shrink. He remained silent, swearing at Blake within his own mind for not just handing that silly sword over like he had been asked. Fortunately for Deacon, they hadn't simply attacked him for it. There was still a chance to succeed here.

"Thirty minutes. Got it." Deacon glanced down toward mini Blake and shook his head briefly as the little man moved to climb onto his pant leg. Deacon would then begin to walk, hopefully slow enough for Blake to keep hold. He would proceed until he reached Stacie Tigs' door. At which point he would knock.

[David B.]

The man led the way, stopping at Stacy's door and knocking. It opened, and inside they'd see a pretty regular apartment with all the amenities slotted in it's proper place.



"I'll be right out!"

Came the voice from the hallway to the right. The big guy would gesture them in first and follow, a minute or two passing before the door would open and Stacy stepped out. She wore blue jeanss, a black jacket and a white shirt with headphones in her ears. Her eyes had now shifted colors, implicating contacts either before or now. She walked out, hands going into her pockets as she would cock a brow at Deacon, the woman clearly recognizing him.

"So...a supervisor was there, was he? And did he send you?"

Clearly, she knew that she was recognized and had been tagged. She seemed, despite her casual dress, to be rigid and startled at the idea that a Supervisor spotted her. She glanced at the windows, as though one of them might burst through at any moment.

[Deacon Graves]

Deacon had followed, patiently waiting once they were inside. It wasn't too long before Stacie joined the trio. Her composure seemed to take a little bit of a hit, as she spoke of David. It was here that Deacon found himself in a little bit of a pickle. The angsty fellow behind him was potentially throwing a wrench in any plans made before hand. Neither of them understood the depths of his abilities. If he could decipher truth from lies, than he's be setting himself up for failure off the bat.

It was a good thing though, that Deacon had dedicated time to fleshing out his story in a convincing manner, at least enough so that when he said it, it came out authentic in nature. "No. He doesn't know we're here." He would make a small motion with a smirk, toward the miniature Blake down on his pant leg. "We're here of our own accord. We're unhappy with the academy- Didn't really think we had many options regardless.. But I no longer feel obligated to serve them. I'm looking for my own purpose. I'm tired of being a tool used to further agendas."

Shifting on his feet, his blue eyes would fixate upon those of the blonde woman before him. "I have a proposition- And something to sweeten the pot. Let us join your ranks. To earn your trust, I can recover Curtis Wilson and deliver him to you."

[Blake Oleander]

Blake continued to hang on to Deacon's pants, letting him do the talking. But if anyone was familiar enough with his home to recognize his clothing they would likely know that his people were no friends of the Academy. For whatever that was worth for their mission.

[David B.]

He brow twitched as she listened.

"If that's true....why didn't you just let Curtis go when you were chasing him? That would have gone a lot further toward proving that, than the idea of risking people to get him out."

She folded her arms and leaned against the wall, waiting and watch him and Blake, who had obviously gotten on the bad side of Shaun, downstairs.

[Deacon Graves]

"As you know.. I had the supervisor breathing down my neck. If I hadn't given it my all, I fear he would have demoted me- Or worse, suspect me. It's likely Curtis would have been caught by someone else and I wouldn't be in the position I'm in now, to free him.."

Deacon's gaze didn't stray from hers as he spoke, his arms crossing loosely as he shifted weight upon his feet.

"There is a small window of opportunity for me to act. I've gotten word that they will be transferring Wilson. I also happen to be assigned to that detail.. I'm not asking for your assistance, my little friend and I can handle it. I just need to know that we aren't going to be hung out to dry when we do this.."

[Blake Oleander]

Blake stays silent and lets Deacon do his thing. It was looking like he was just here for if things go bad.

[David B.]

Her eyes narrowed, and she chewed her lip.

"Lets assume what you're saying is true...how'd you know where to find me?"

[Blake Oleander]

"Because I told him."

Blake interjected, hopping off of Deacon's leg. This plan was going nowhere, and sending the same person she dealt with already was stupid. Just like Cabal.

"My people are no friend of the Academy, and your friend there can read our thoughts or whatever. So go ahead and read mine and tell me just what I think of Cabal and those freaks."

Hint, it wasn't positive in the slightest.

[Deacon Graves]

Deacon remained silent after Blake spoke, nodding at his words, arms lifting to cross at his midsection. As far as Deacon was concerned things were going alright, they definitely could be worse off.

He would hold his tongue for the moment.

[David B.]

They didn't look into his mind just yet. Instead, she pushed off the wall.

"Heres what I think's going on. I think you've been sent to investigate us, perhaps take down our cell of PAL. And unless I have some proof, y'all can rightly go and fuck yourselves."

She'd turn back halfway before stopping. What if...?

"But if you are telling the truth....bring him here. Bring the kid here. Then....we'll talk."

[Blake Oleander]

Blake shrugged before turning to crane his head back up to Deacon.

"Told you it was a waste of time. My people have the right to it. Groups of these monsters only care about using newly cursed like us as tools. Cabal, PAL, PAK. We'd be better off on our own. Beats going back there so they can throw us out when they get what they want."

He'd roll his eyes and for his part, he'd start walking for the door. They couldn't bring the person here, and he felt negotiating to try and make them come somewhere secluded would just raise suspicion when they are already suspicious. It would be a stronger move he felt to make a bluff about leaving and make them decide they needed to convince them than the other way around. And if their bluff was called they could still stake out the place and find a way to separate her from the herd.

[Deacon Graves]

Deacon would scowl slightly, glancing toward the woman who spoke, after allowing Blake to speak his mind. She was certainly being cautious and rightly so, Deacon understood this. Blake's bluff could potentially work though, so Deacon would roll with it and turn on his heels as Blake made a move for the door. "Surely you understand the risks we already have taken by coming to meet with you in person.. It's likely that you, your friends and even ourselves are on the radar now.. Our Supervisor has a keen ability to find those he's looking for.."

Deacon would halt after taking a few steps, before throwing a glance toward the woman over his shoulder. "Bringing him here would be a mistake.. I had a secluded location in mind, off the radar and away from prying eyes- But clearly, I miscalculated the strength and dedication you hold to your cause.. Good luck, Ms. Tig."

Deacon would then turn to make for the door as Blake did, hoping their play would work. Otherwise, things would have to become forceful in some manner.

[David B.]

She stuck her hands in her pockets and would watch them leave, brow furrowing.

The big man would lead them to the stairs, taking them down the steps and out the front door. He'd watch at the front door to see if they actually left.

Deacon might see a shift of the curtains in the window above, if he cared to look.

[Blake Oleander]

Blake had every intention of leaving. He could wait, and they would move then. Unless Deacon decided otherwise.