09-18-2015, 12:11 PM
Pretty boy showed up with a pack and looked ready to go. That was a good thing. Dorian wasn't sure he really cared how things were actually going. And Dorian didn't really answer the first question. "That's what the tip said."
Dorian gave the younger officer a sideways glance. "Not afraid of the dark are ya?"
He didn't wait for an answer as he stepped inside the entrance. This particular entrance was an actual 'tunnel' - some old drainage pipe that the grating had been pried off what looked like years ago. Or burst out of. Dorian wondered what kind of creature did that. He hoped not to find that armed only to fight a terrorist. He'd not come packing with any of his Atharim gear. Not that it was any more high tech than what he had already. It was just geared towards taking out monsters with thick hides, or with long reaches. He was a cop today.
The tunnels grew dank and hot compared to the cold above. He rolled his sleeves up without thinking about it. The dim lights would hide the tattoos well enough for now. But he wasn't going to completely suffer for appearance sake. Though he would have if he'd been top side. His left side was covered in unofficial tattoos - the last bit of rebellion as a teenager. The oroborous was added and the remainder of the black arm tattoo added to hide the elegant dragon eating its own tail. The chinesse symbol for son was inside the everlasting symbol of the Atharim - Cruz was probably the only good thing out of his entire rebellion. He lived a dangerous life now endangering not only himself but those he loved. And now Cruz was stepping right into the middle of it coming to live in Moscow. Ana too.
Dorian pushed his thoughts away, it was not the time to think on that as he stalked the prey that was not there.
"So tell me, when you went up against him last time what was it like?"
Dorian had never gone up against a godling that knew what they were doing. This was going to be very different than all other hunts he'd ever been on. Not that he thought they'd actually encounter him, but he still had to do his job and act like he was really in it.
Dorian gave the younger officer a sideways glance. "Not afraid of the dark are ya?"
He didn't wait for an answer as he stepped inside the entrance. This particular entrance was an actual 'tunnel' - some old drainage pipe that the grating had been pried off what looked like years ago. Or burst out of. Dorian wondered what kind of creature did that. He hoped not to find that armed only to fight a terrorist. He'd not come packing with any of his Atharim gear. Not that it was any more high tech than what he had already. It was just geared towards taking out monsters with thick hides, or with long reaches. He was a cop today.
The tunnels grew dank and hot compared to the cold above. He rolled his sleeves up without thinking about it. The dim lights would hide the tattoos well enough for now. But he wasn't going to completely suffer for appearance sake. Though he would have if he'd been top side. His left side was covered in unofficial tattoos - the last bit of rebellion as a teenager. The oroborous was added and the remainder of the black arm tattoo added to hide the elegant dragon eating its own tail. The chinesse symbol for son was inside the everlasting symbol of the Atharim - Cruz was probably the only good thing out of his entire rebellion. He lived a dangerous life now endangering not only himself but those he loved. And now Cruz was stepping right into the middle of it coming to live in Moscow. Ana too.
Dorian pushed his thoughts away, it was not the time to think on that as he stalked the prey that was not there.
"So tell me, when you went up against him last time what was it like?"
Dorian had never gone up against a godling that knew what they were doing. This was going to be very different than all other hunts he'd ever been on. Not that he thought they'd actually encounter him, but he still had to do his job and act like he was really in it.