Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
Giving credit where credit is due. A big thank you to all the coders at PBS and various resource sites for any codes, plug-ins and templates.
Thanks to Nick @ Fidelius for the fabulous mini-profile. Everything else was created by our own staff. If we missed someone please let us know.
We don't own Supernatural, we just enjoy it's awesomeness. Thanks Eric Kripke for creating it, all the writers/producers for putting out a great show and the CW for keeping it on the air for almost 10 years now!
She watched in amusement as Adam found something he wanted to say but chose the wrong moment to scoff his biscuit. It was amusing to say the least, her lips quirked up in the corner in a mocking smile and she rolled her eyes before reaching and munching on a cookie herself.
"Ugm-- There we go-- Yeah, nothing in the past five years that directly link your man to this town. You seem to be right though. Even if the diner slaughter was done with some finesse, random seems to be the only thing we have.
Maybe we should look into why a demon would be in this town period? Churches, local lore that would perhaps give a demon some sort of advantage that it's demon-in-arms don't? Revenge? This town doesn't seem to be the most exciting, if nothing is keeping it here, we should move a little faster to make sure it doesn't skip before we have the chance to deal with it."
Her computer bleeped and she saw that she had an email, junk mail if anything but going through the motions of selecting it and deleting it from her inbox gave her time to think about what her companion had just said. Raising her eyes, she shifted her body until she was looking and facing his side profile. "I suppose your right, we could give it a shot, although, like you said because it's an 'unexciting' town, we probably won't find anything that sticks out. But, yes, you're right, time is of the essence and it may haul up and move out if we're too slow." She paused and thought about what she just said. "Remind me not to say 'time is of the essence', again. Ever."
Ryanne, when she got into the research frame of mind, was a nightmare. She became incredibly focussed and drowned everything out, the world around her fading away to nothingness. When she researched, it was just herself and the materials she used, be it books, newspapers or a laptop. After their brief chat concluded, she went straight into 'nightmare mode' and her fingers flew across the keys, the continuous tap-tapping of the keys joining Adam's. It was as if she couldn't stop, her eyebrows furrowed when she found something interesting and then furrowed deeper when it turned out to be nothing, an anomaly.
A growl. The noise that she made was best described as a growl as she swiftly stood from the sofa and carefully dropped her laptop on to the just vacated seat. "Nothing! Abso-bloody-lutely nothing!" She marched into the kitchen and got a glass of water before immediately tipping it back down the sink. She was close to the demon. So close yet so far. There were no leads for her to follow up on, nothing. She stormed back through and unceremoniously flopped backwards onto the bed, her head hanging off the other side. Ryanne brought her hands up to her face and muffled a scream and sob of frustration. She could feel her breathing get shallower and the blood rush to her face in her upside down position. Her chest heaved, an ache settled above her heart where disappointment had crept in.
As Adam's fingers worked away on the small black keys of his laptop he was reminded of when he approached a young woman at a bar in the town his brothers had hunted in. Of course he found no leads there, but he found it funny that there was this pattern with hot female bartenders when mentioning the name or description of that specifically of Dean that he would receive a slap in the face to quote on quote "pass along" to his older brother. For some reason as his fingers moved he felt a slight reverberation of those slaps in his cheek, when he turned his attention to the frustrated yet cute young English Hunter.
"You know," His fingers continued to move methodically as he turned his head slightly to the side while his eyes still focused on the computer screen "You can generally make most anything sound cute when you're angry like that." He provided a small grin, and then turned his head back to fully face the LCD screen of perpetual doom. He had a feeling he's going to be staying up all night to find some reason, link, just a small inkling of to why here demon is in town. If not for the sake of comradeship, perhaps for the sake of feeling guilty that she couldn't catch her guy. Not that it was Adam's fault, but he got his revenge and he'd feel bad telling her that he wouldn't rest till her demon was found and coming up empty. Adam knew the demon still had to be here somewhere, but where?
He watched as she stood up in frustration, he looked at her with a raised brow unsure of how to exactly sooth the beast of revenge. His typing ceased and he slowly stood up from his chair and moved over to her, again she was probably one of the younger Hunters he had met so relating to her on the level of both age and revenge sort of touched him to try to reach out to her. Frustrated or not.
She was laying on the bed with her head hanging off on the other side, he moved to the other side and sat down leaning against the wall close by, he could casually poke her nose without moving much if he so chose to. Of course, he remained propping his arms up on his knees.
"I'm generally not one to like to see pretty girls get all worked up and frustrated. Well, that actually depends-- My point being is that I promised to help you out, and help out those this son of a bitch killed so I can only imagine how much of a pain in the ass it must feel to not find any rhyme or reason to his actions. But we'll find this demon in town, trust me." Adam reached out his hand to grab the half upside down girl's shoulder and squeeze it softly, reassuringly. He wished he had someone to tell him that everything was okay, but he'd probably hit them. With that in mind, Adam was debating on moving out of the way of her fists.
She closed her eyes and let Adam's pep talk wash over her, sinking into her brain, at the same time concentrating on calming her breathing. When he finished and squeezed her shoulder, a small smile played on her lips and she opened her eyes, blinking against the garish light emanating from the light bulb.
She rolled onto her stomach and quickly closed her eyes again so she could overcome the dizziness that hit her. After a few seconds, she opened them again, brown eyes focusing onto his blue ones,"Thanks for that," Her own arm reached out and she squeezed his knee "You're being a major help any way but saying you'll stay? Even better" Ryanne laughed to herself then and buried her face into the duvet. "That wasn't embarrassing at all was it? Me throwing a hissy fit like a toddler would if they weren't allowed a sweet."
Ryanne pushed herself up and knelt on the bed and looked down to Adam, her eyebrow raised looking between him on the floor and the chair next to the bed. She didn't really know what else to say to him. He was still practically a stranger yet she seemed to have been able to spill her family secrets, get emotional, receive help and trust him, all within a few small hours. As she was thinking she began to climb off of the bed, not noticing her foot getting tangled in the sheets. She took her foot off to step forward and ended up falling, yet again, onto the floor. This time however, she managed to look like a mess of limbs and she knew, just knew that Adam had seen this time.
As she lay there, embarrassment did creep up on her but being faced down, she was able to think things through. Images of the town flipped through her head like a slide show, she scrutinized each image before passing it away for a next one. She thinks she remembers something 'off' but she can't remember where. Her mind's slide show stopped on an image of the sports bar the two hunters had entered. The vibe was coming from this building but she still wasn't sure. Pushing herself up, Ryanne flipped her hair out of her face and tried to calm her blush, "What did you think about that sports bar?"
Adam looked at the hand that was placed on his knee with a small smile, god what has he gotten himself into? He watched as her eyes open locking on to his, he couldn't help but stare back momentarily until it got awkward enough that he lowered his gaze down onto the ground as she thanked him for his pep talk and what have you. He heaved his shoulders in a shrug like fashion and merely smiled and nodded.
He couldn't help but smile even more widely when she noted her embarrassment and thought she seemed like she was throwing a hissing of that like a toddler who couldn't get a sweet. He found it somewhat cute, more so that she was admitting to her fault to him, and pointing it out as being childish. He sat on the floor and watched her get up, kneeling on the bed and looking down at him with a raised brow, he blinked several times noting that look and position from which she was in reminded him of one time he got lucky. He looked slightly amused yet taken aback, yet it seemed like that was all buried under a fit of laughter, when she caught herself on the sheet as she departed the bed and tumbled in a tangled mess on the floor. It wasn't the first time she fell, the first time Adam said nothing but this time he couldn't help it. Blatantly, right there, she just fell.
"God, I'm sorry." He said calming his laughter and clearing his throat, moving over to her to make sure she was okay. Stifling another laugh at his face-down companions expense he knelt over to see if she was actually badly hurt, only to see her rise from the ground and comment about the sports bar they were just at no more then an hour ago. Blinking several times he shrugged.
"I think it was loud, filled with frat house douchebags, and girls with more diseases then the a Third World Country. Why? Are you hungry? I'm sure there food might be ok?" He wasn't really sure what she was getting at, was it some form of Hunter intuition? Did she get some sort of Spidey-Sense from it? Was she Spider-Woman? All of these thoughts including seeing Ryanne in a tight Spider-Woman outfit ran through his mind, trying to deduct exactly what she could possibly see in that sports-bar that would make the radar go off.
After her fall and rapid questioning, she hadn't really taken into account that Adam had moved next to her and that when she sat up, she was closer than would have been comfortable.
"I think it was loud, filled with frat house douchebags, and girls with more diseases then the a Third World Country. Why? Are you hungry? I'm sure there food might be ok?"
She blinked. She stared at him a couple of seconds longer before laughing. Although what he said was pretty much spot on, it was the fact he had gone 'more diseases than that of a third world country' to 'Are you hungry?'
Sobering up she realised she was acting a little bit weird and blinked again. This time Ryanne had noticed that she was indeed closer than deemed appropriate and promptly sat on her arse, rather than on her knees, giving her the distance that she needed back, in order to make the situation comfortable again.
"No, not hungry, just curious. Are you sure you didn't notice anything weird about the place. Not get a feeling in your gut or however else you can tell something isn't right." She tilted her head to the side in thought, desperately trying to think about what was so 'off' about the bar. Her brow furrowed again and she replayed scenes of Adam and herself drinking.
Ryanne lowered herself until she was completely flat on the floor, her arms stretched above her head and toes pointed straight. She found simple techniques would help her calm her thoughts, particularly if she was onto something.
The waiter. Her eyes shot open and she looked up to Adam, "The waiter. Wasn't he acting odd to you? I mean he was probably looking for attention but it could be something right?"
Adam's heart seemed to have retreated to his back as to when Ryanne stood up she was a lot closer then he thought was actually necessary. Did she even realize it? It was kind of nerve wracking at first, yet he composed himself because maybe that was her plan all along when she decided she was going to sit up. Adam quirked his brow and remained in position, as to not act like a deer caught in headlights or make any sudden movements to provoke attack of some sort.
When she laughed at his joke or attempt at humor she laughed, he merely blinked and smiled a bit, averting his eyes downward slightly and then back up, Un-deliberately doing that 'Aw ain't he a cute puppy' sort of look. It seemed to coincide with her moving away making Adam's heart and whatever other organs deemed so fit to hide back into place and back into a more comfortable state of being. Was that weird?
"Are you sure you didn't notice anything weird about the place."
He knew it, that was weird. Was Adam being weird? Or was she being weird? Place? Was "Place" a metaphor for where they were standing it or was it a metaphor for an emotional state or was it-- Wait she wasn't talking about what had just happened was she? Adam blinked several times and placed his hand to his chin and scratched it as he recalled the other words she spoke and had just missed because he was reading into her actions way to much then he should for someone he had just met. But Hunter woman man, they're like the amazonian's of their time.
"The waiter. Wasn't he acting odd to you? I mean he was probably looking for attention but it could be something right?"
Oh, what now? Did she find the waiter cute or something or was it-- No, this was Adam reading into things again. Moron. What was she getting at? Weird, odd, gut feelings? She thinks the waiter could possibly be the host of the demon or affiliated with something supernatural and or shady? Ding ding ding, Adam rubbed the side of his head and chuckled to himself, though obviously not at her as to think her instinct about the place or the waiter was a joke to him. He cleared his throat after a few second mental consideration into what she was saying.
"He was being sort of creepy but let's be honest, you're kind of something to look at if you catch my meaning. It could be that, or you could be right and we have a situation that needs to be taken care of. If it is the demon, might think we're onto it and jump meat suits pretty quick if we don't act. So, what do you think?"
In all honesty, she had no idea how to reply to his last statement. She opted to look at him as if he were out of his mind. 'Yeah, something to look, laugh and point at...unless. Does Adam think I'm good looking?' She looked him over once before she realised what she was doing and quickly cleared her throat, "You're kidding right?"
Ryanne closed her eyes briefly, destroying any self-depreciating or vain thoughts, it wasn't the time or place. She had a demon to catch and if this bar staff was a lead, then she'd better get focused. Her eyes opened and she stared at the ceiling. "So I'm not the only one who thought he was slightly weird but do you think it could be more than you're average, 'Creepy Tom'? Do you think it's worth checking out. I mean you're a set of fresh eyes here. I can admit that my judgment is pretty clouded at the minute considering I've been hunting the same Demon for what seems to be a life-time." During her rant, her hands balled into fists, her eyes misted over and her breathing became erratic.
Ryanne was used to this pent up frustration but she would usually find something, usually a punching bag, and kick the shit out of it. She couldn't this time due to company. After a few moments, she visibly reigned in her aggressive emotions and rolled onto her side, her head propped up on her hand, "So how do we go about digging for information about this fellow without tipping him off? We can't question the other staff or hover around the bar too much. Would the bar have a website? It seems fairly popular and most pubs and clubs are getting their own websites now. Could be worth a shot."
In her position on the floor. it gave her a completely different view of him. A different perspective. Adam was the first person she had willingly let in to her life in the past two years, the only person that had caused her confusion when she divulged her history, worries and sorrows. It was like she had a case of word vomit and she didn't know what it was about him to make her do so. His easy-going attitude, his charm that he himself didn't seem to be so aware of.
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Adam couldn't help but tilt his head to the side and watch Ryanne sprawled out on the floor speaking, contemplating. Her breathing, her voice if it be filled with doubt, confusion, or an inquisitious tone. Shaking his head, he attempted to keep his hormones in check while listening to what she was saying. The idea of her being too close and her judgement clouded was a reasonable approximation to the situation at hand, however he was still a novice at this whole thing, he isn't the Mantracker of demons just yet. However his 'fresh eyes' did catch a little 'sumtin' sumtin''.
Her experience with the demon sets her apart from every other hunter out there, her judgement might be clouded as she proclaimed but Adam felt that her experience with the demon would be what brings him out into the light so to speak. She seemed frusterated, at herself? Adam couldn't tell, maybe she was mad at him somehow?
He blinked when that frusteration seemed to subside, she rolled over on her side and proped her head up. It seemed like by shifting one's position can make them all the more attractive. Seriously, how could Adam not-- Adam took a seat on the edge of the bed and looked at her through the corner of his eye. Hunter's were supposed to be trucker cap wearing plaid covered semi-basket case geezers, so how come every Hunter he has paired up with so far are hot females?
Maybe it was a conspiracy? Was it the brothers he had never met playing a trick on him? Or did Adam have a sign on his back? What that sign would say was beyond him, but he could guess that it'd be suggestive.
"Listen uh," Adam paused, nearly forgetting what he was going to say to her about the entire demon thing, needless to say young boys are easily distracted or perhaps Adam just has ADD. He scratched the back of his head, and let out a small sigh. "If he felt suspicious to you, I wouldn't doubt you. You've been on this guys ass for some time now, clouded judgement or not obviously this dude is suspicious enough to warrant some investigating. That and it's not like we're on any other trail at the moment, so let's get that page up and see if we can Scooby Doo the hell out of this guy, literarly."
"If he felt suspicious to you, I wouldn't doubt you. You've been on this guys ass for some time now, clouded judgement or not obviously this dude is suspicious enough to warrant some investigating. That and it's not like we're on any other trail at the moment, so let's get that page up and see if we can Scooby Doo the hell out of this guy, literarly."
A look of contemplation swept across Ryanne's features as what he said sunk in. All in all, he was right. She should trust herself more because she had been on the case a while, not doubting herself. She supposed it was the stress of being on his tail for this amount of time, being so close-yet so far, when trying to catch him. It.
Sighing, she pushed herself up and stretched across from her position on the floor to reach for her abandoned laptop. Flipping open the lid, she watched as the screen came back to life and entered, what she assumed to be, the web address for the sports bar.
"There's no guarantee that this will even work. They may not do an 'employees bio' look other bars sometimes do." Sighing again, she turned back to the screen and mentally crossed her fingers.
Once the screen had popped up, she was greeted with a bright blue background with a busty waitress with a too white smile. 'Typical' She rolled her eyes and scanned the homepage when it caught her eye 'Who we are...'. A smile stole across her face as she clicked on it to lead her to that page. "I think we have a winner. Hopefully our guy is on it."
Ryanne turned her attention back to him for the first time, seemingly having to have ignored his presence completely. She gave him a small grin and gestured for him to come and have a look at what she had found. Hopefully it was what they were looking for.
Adam smiled as Ryanne seemed to be filled with new found hope while scanning through her computer, visiting the website of the bar and then finding the employee bio page. When she looked at him with that small smile, it seemed to give him the sense of pride that he perhaps motivated her to do that, which could perhaps lead them to her demon and close this chapter in her life. Somehow, Adam felt that he done good, really good. He was almost honored to be apart of a revenge hunt, how weird is that?
When she beckoned him to come over to see if it was what they were looking for, he did. He moved across the ground to sit closely behind her right shoulder, looking over at the lcd monitor of her laptop scanning the page to see the face of their bartender and brief information including his e-mail address. Why one would have their e-mail address on there was beyond him, but in a town like this everyone is a friend and whoever doesn't have their e-mail has it now when they visit this site. Unfortunately, those people also include Ryanne and Adam.
"If we look up his e-mail in google or facebook we might find more information, which also could possibly include a home address we could break into and see if we can find clues of possession." Adam seemed to be welled up with an over abundance of excitement, something panned out for his friend and he felt good about it. He grabbed her by the shoulder and smacked a kiss on her cheek and half ruffled her hair as he moved over to his own computer to pull up google maps, while she hopefully looks for the address he could find how to get there.
Moving his finger over his touch pad his screen once flicked on, however before it did he could have sworn he saw something outside reflecting on it. However before Adam turned around, whatever it was if anything was gone. Shrugging it off, Adam continued to open up google maps.
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When Adam kissed her cheek, she was stunned. It wasn't the fact that he kissed her cheek it was that he didn't seem to be the type to be quite as forward to do something like that. However, she was soon shaken from her reverie when he ruffled her hair, causing her to playfully scowl and swat him away.
The bartender's face stared smilingly back at her and she shivered. The guy was just weird and she thought it was even more odd that all of the employees gave out their personal email addresses rather than having ones linked to their work.
Ryanne quickly copied the email address and opened a new tab with Google to search for this guy. Once she had entered it, she got quite a few hits but it was within the the fourth link down, she found what she was looking for. His name, address, email address and occupation were listed. The boat load of information pleased the hunter but she couldn't help but wonder why people are so willing to put that much information of themselves on the internet, including contact numbers. It probably drew con artists in like bees to honey.
She grabbed a pen and wrote the address down onto the back of an old patisserie bag. "I have an address. Apparently our guy lives at 113 Maplevine Ave--" Out of the corner or her eye she saw something dart away from the window. She had no idea who or what it was but she was immediately on guard. Ryanne walked casually over to Adam and set the patisserie bag next to his laptop before making her way quickly to the door. She was weaponless but she does have experience in hand to hand combat. Taking a slow, deep breath, she opened the door slightly and looked one way, not seeing anything. She looked the other way and saw a flick of a coat turn the corner.
Quietly, she crept out of the door and ran down the side of the building. Again, she looked round the corner and saw nothing. Whoever or whatever it was, was gone. "Dammit."
Remaining on guard, Ryanne walked stiffly back to her room and quietly shut and locked it before she turned to Adam, "Someone was there, not sure who it was or why they were loitering. I can only assume it was the bartender. I don't know anybody else here or had any contact with people apart from him and yourself."
She made her way over to Adam and perched next to him, peering at his laptop screen, "You have directions for the address?"
As Adam loaded Google maps, he heard Ryanne typing away on her laptop assuming she was looking for the address in which this waiter resided. Poor guy, looks like a creeper and has one in him. Seems like Demons really know how to pick em. Adam looked at his screen and typed in the township where they were located, and clicked on where he would input the address, awaiting Ryanne's directions. When that flash he saw in his computer screen before booting up however, must have reflected off of something else cause as Ryanne began telling him the directions she paused around the end, moved over to him and set the patisserie bag down and headed for the door.
Adam then knew that what he caught wasn't just a bird or a trick of the light, something or someone was there. Leaning over to his bag, he slowly began to pull out his gun and readied it, keeping it concealed in a low position under the table pointed towards the door, making sure nothing unwanted shows it's face.
She bolted seemingly one way, Adam slowly stood up from his chair, concerned looked out the window and tried to peer along the side of the building, but only caught a glimpse or Ry's behind as he tailed whatever it was she saw. Leaning over his computer, gun still in hand he began typing down the address, hitting enter as Google maps marked the position of the house. 113 Maplevine Ave seems to be in a residential section three blocks south of the bar and the main street.
When Ryanne returned Adam held up his gun then lowered it again instantly recognizing the face, he could tell she was chasing someone. When she closed and locked the door, turning to him, she spoke.
"Someone was there, not sure who it was or why they were loitering. I can only assume it was the bartender. I don't know anybody else here or had any contact with people apart from him and yourself." It'd only make sense to be the demon regardless, if it was the bartender or not however the only way the demon would know where they were is if it were back tracking upon it's Hunters. Bartender could have followed them. Adam trusted Ry's hunch, trusted that the bartender was their guy.
When he sat back down, she perched herself near him. He smiled, she smelt nice didn't she? He pointed to the laptop screen as to where they needed to go when she questioned about the address. He quickly scribbled a mini map on the patisserie bag and handed it over to her.
"Only fair you make me look like the bitch this time, we can take your bike if you want. Let's make sure we get this son of a bitch tonight, because if we can't we're going to have to explore or next options cause it knows where we're at now."
Perched on next to him, Ryanne was slightly wary of him as she awaited the directions . Anybody in her position would be wary but walking in with a gun aimed at you, makes you a little paranoid, though deep down she knew he wouldn't do anything.
Once she had been given them, she looked over them three times before giving him a quick smile. "Right then, time to get sorted. No time like the present, eh?"
Ryanne quickly zipped over to her bed where she found her jacket and her two silver knives. She slid the knives up her jacket sleeves and hid her gun down her boots.
"Only fair you make me look like the bitch this time, we can take your bike if you want. Let's make sure we get this son of a bitch tonight, because if we can't we're going to have to explore or next options cause it knows where we're at now."
"My bike it is then."
She followed him out of the door, locking it on her way and quickly seated herself onto the bike, not bothering with her helmet, discretely throwing it into the bush next to her motel apartment door and then started her baby's engine, revving it a couple of times.
Once she knew Adam was on and secure behind her, she took off out of the car park and headed down the long stretch of road back towards the bar that they had been to earlier. As she was riding, the wind caught her in the face, making her cheeks rosy and her hair a little wild. Thoughts flitted around her head about the barman, the demon. 'What do I do when i get there? Just take him out and stab him? Or play it nice and exorcise him? What if he isn't there? Where would he go next?'
The frantic questioning quickly came to a halt when she realised that the next turning was the bar. She pulled in, into the parking area and quickly shut off her engine and dismounted.
Ryanne ran a hand through her mussed locks and looked at Adam, "Ready?" The shake in her hand belied the cocky, confident tone, she was that scared that she would royally fuck up everything she's accomplished to catch him.
When it seemed like the B-Team was ready to roll out, Adam didn't take too long to get ready. He had very limited equipment with him, as he traveled light especially with a motorcycle as his means for transportation. Walking over to his nap sack he made sure he had a few necessary items of interest, including chalk, a tape recorder with an exorcism recorded on it for easy use , and a flask of holy water. Truth be told, he was meaning to invest in one of those new super soakers.
When their confirmed mode of transportation was her bike, Adam left first. Turning around outside as she was locking the door behind her, Adam felt like he should say something awe inspiring, motivating. Something to boost the troops morale but nothing really came to mind. This was her story, he was simply along for the ride in hopefully one of her closing chapters for revenge if she did catch her guy. Well, she would he'd damn well make sure of that.
Adam kept his mouth shut and mounted the bike behind her, he'd have to keep himself in check as the vibration of the engine and being this close to her could generally cause a disruption of some sort that would cause immense embarrassment. He just kept his mind focused on Carrot Top weight lifting.
Hanging onto her waist for several minutes and occasionally squinting his eyes against the whipping force of hair hair smacking against him in the wind, they eventually pulled up to the bar. Adam was immediately confused with what the plan was, he was under the impression they were heading to the guys house. When she question he readiness he shook his head from side to side, noting her nervousness.
"Not exactly, what's the plan here before we go bull rushing into a public bar?" He looked at her, gazing her once over with concern. It was the bottom of the ninth and it was time to take a deep breath because this may be ones only shot for quite some time. Adam waited for her response, all the while checking their surroundings.
"Not exactly, what's the plan here before we go bull rushing into a public bar?"
She mistook his confusion and constant looking around as hesitance to go in and she realised that it would be a bit obvious. "You're right. it's silly for us to both go in and check he's still working. I'll pretend I dropped something and have a little scout. You stay here and uuhh...keep the seat warm?"
With that said, she turned on her heel and walked into the bar. As soon as she did, she saw him serving drinks. Instead of walking straight back out, she headed over to the table the pair sat at and bent down to look under the table. She slyly took her phone out of her pocket and pretended to grab it from under the seat. "Gotcha." As she stood straight, she pretended to dial a number and started to walk out, "Yeah, I found it. It was under the chair at our table....Yes, I know you told me so...Sure, see you in a minute."
Ryanne pushed her way out through the door and made a beeline for her bike, "He's still in there so we can search the house and maybe even lay in wait for him to come back. You don't have to, but that's my plan"
She hopped back onto the bike and waited for him to seat himself and once she knew he was seated and safe, she took off out of the car park and drove to the bar tenders place. It took a while because Ryanne was riding slower than normal, being unsure of where to go.
She eventually pulled up to a house just on the edge of town and killed the engine. She hopped off the bike and shoved the keys into her pocket. "I'll leave this here and we can walk the rest of the way. We don't want to get caught straight away."
Ryanne knew she was close and walked at a brisk pace, looking at the houses and their numbers. She was so determined and focussed, very much like a hound hunting a fox, that she again, took no notice as to whether Adam was following her.
She quickly headed to the door and pulled out her lock picks, making a swift job of it and entering the house. It was dark and quiet and there was every need to whisper, "Where do we start? Bedroom and office? If he has one of course."