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Tweak says, "Well hit sir! Very well hit!"

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tao_ ([info]tao_) wrote,
Smiling inwardly he finally had at least one solid advantage to hold over him later. Later of course, being after they found the person or persons responsible for attacking their people. Shrugging out of his coat he handed it to Jeanne, and then rolled the sleeves of his shirt up. "Anxious, however did you become a leader with the patience of a newly weaned pup?"

Small insults, but he had already noticed certain words had an effect. Of course he understood the hierarchy of the pack rather well. Not that the last alpha had been particularly useful in that respect, just that keeping your ears open and letting others talk, especially in a club that welcomed the 'supes' as they called themselves, taught you quite a bit. Pup, was insulting by the time most boys reached teen.

With a small wave of fingers over his shoulder he headed back behind the stairs to a small office. It was surprisingly light, walls painted a soft blue that faded up to a dark blue ceiling, furniture comfortable but in cream colors, not black or leather. His desk was a large home office L shaped desk in light wood, only the computer and monitor on it were black. Grabbing a chair in front of the desk he carried it with him and set it next to his own office chair. "We have been tracking last known whereabouts, of the victims we know about. I've begun to enforce a patrol of trusted members of the cadre for safety, concentrating on the areas with sparse population. Targets seem to be alone, or away from the club or lair. By all information, they have no idea where the lair is, but most know the general vicinity as it's a feeding ground for 'groupies' that hope to be used as cattle." He explained as he sat and logged in, bringing up the city map he'd been using to schedule patrols.



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