+The bass was bumping out the speakers of the pimp tricked Caddy, loud and rumbling as he pulled into the parking lot of the Salem Chronicle, Salem Times, shit...Daily Planet...whatever the hell the place was called. Even as he pulled into a handicapped space near the front his rims kept spinning, silver flashing in the lights. A few people passed the car and gave him looks that said they clearly thought he was nothin but a thug, which was pretty close to the truth, but he just gave those thick lips a lick and nodded them off. Antone was waiting for someone whose picture he'd seen in the paper before, a little blonde honey that the Ulfric knew. Well, it didn't really matter that Ash knew her, all that mattered was that she was a reporter and he had something for sale. Hell, everybody has their price right? 50 Cent was just inviting him down to the Candy Shop when he saw the blonde exit the building and killed the engine, subwoofers immediately silenced as he climbed out of the Caddy, moving with a smooth hitching walk towards her as she walked to her car.+
"Hey yo, you Danovan? I got summin fo' ya."
+Head nodded, eyes giving her a once over, appreciating those curves as tongue gave another lick to those juicy lips. Hand reached into the pocket of those baggy Sean Johns that were hanging limply from his hips balancing on that ghetto booty. A woman passing flinched like she thought he was going for a gun and he just laughed gruffly, that inner beast rolling over with a grumble of displeasure at being disturbed. Once he reached Faith he flipped that phone opened and flipped through the high quality images until he reached the one of Xanto baring claws that looked like Wolverine from X-Men. Now photography is a funny thing, cause in the picture you could also see Evie hiding behind Sirus and at the angle the picture was taken it sorta looked like those claws were being brandished in their direction, like a handful of knives.+
"Yo baby, dis fella right here says his punk ass works in the Mayors office. Now I dunno nothin bout politics but I'm pretty sure this qualifies as what they call career suicide. You interested?"
+Antone looked at her a zeal in those deep brown teddy bear eyes of his. Head nodded along to an imaginary beat. Oh hell yeah, he knew she was interested. Now the question was, what could he get out of this. If he could get more blackmailing the little schmuck then that's the road he'd walk.+
::An earthquake? In Salem? Impossible, the city was located too far North in the more stable part of the tectonic plate to be dealing with earth.... oh it was a stereo. Faith had a moment where DUH dawned and she shook her head, opening the outer door of the office building. Sighing loudly as a fresh breeze brushed over her face, bringing with it the long awaited chill notes of fall. A romantic notion which meant rains, overcast skies, slippery roads covered with wet leaves, the JOY of the fall season. And tourists, coming up to watch the leaves turn or what ever other asinine excuse they’d use to walk around and gawk at the town where witches were burned. Not that Faith cared, she happily just shot them with a BB gun and blamed it on some curse. Hey, it was possible to find joy in the oddest little things. Right now Faith’s point of joy was that the loud vibrations of the air stopped when the driver shut off the stereo. Thank god for little favors and all that. With keys in hand Faith startled in surprise when said driver called her by name, well, last name. The right eyebrow tried to climb its way off her forehead as Faith watched the gentleman approach, wondering for a moment why he was limping and just deciding on forgoing that question as she smiled politely::
Yes I’m... I’m sorry what?
::If he said he had a package for her, Faith was going to mace the poor guy and RUN. Luckily for both of them it was a digital packet full of delicious looking pixels. A smile gave way to a frown as Faith took the phone for a better look see of the happenings.::
Career Suicide? ::A big phrase, and one of Faith’s favorites, as long as it didn’t apply to her of course. Turning the phone this way and that so she could see all angles of the photo Faith had to take a moment on this. Torn between her natural born cynicism and knowing a potential lead when she was handed one so neatly on a silver platter::
Who exactly is this? And oh my god are those claws?
::Faith could have kicked herself for hearing then notes of eagerness in her voice, so she tried a different tactic, the non-chalant everything is cool with the world tactic::
Those look photo shopped on. But hey, what is your name?
::It seemed kind of important to know that bit of information. Simply saying "that home boy with the ear drum busting base in his car" didn’t really count as a name, which sucked. Details like that were so much easier to remember than oh say a name. Smiling, Faith held out the cell phone for him to take back, pausing only briefly before pulling the bit of technology towards herself::
Thank you for showing me these, but why Are you showing me these? Goodness of your heart or what? Because Salem Post doesn’t pay for information.
::Now that part Faith said almost a little too loud, or at least loud enough for few of her co-workers walking near by to hear before she could drop her voice to a more acceptable conspiratory tone::
But if you have them, bring me the hard copies, I’ll talk to my editor see what we can work out.
::With her best, most practiced smile that said "Look how sweet I am, don’t you just want to believe every word I say?" smile, Faith held out the phone for him to take, for real this time;:
By any chance you...hadn’t shown these to anyone else have you?
+Yeah she could call him Pappa, as in Pappa Bear, it was what Vinny and Pegene had taken to calling him and it had just sort of stuck. The phone was taken back and he grinned at her eagerness showing rows of gleaming white teeth, those soft brown eyes flashing. Hands worked with care as he slipped off the back panel of the phone and popped out the battery pack, holding both in his hand as he slipped out the SIM card and handed that small memory chip to her.+
"I'll do you one better baby, that's the original right there. You just keep that, ain't nothin else I need on it."
+The phone was new so besides that picture and one he'd taken in the cell phone store it only had random numbers and a few ring tones on it, all of which he was more than happy to give up. Who needed a pompous lycan hating racist in office, politics were a big enough pile of dipshits as it was.A light chuckle rumbled from that muscled chest and it gently shook his heavy form as she spoke up about not being able to give him money, but money wasn't the only thing worth something in this world.+
"Why don't you just consider me a concerned citizen, my reward will come when that mother gets what's coming to him."
+Nobody flashed fangs at him without getting their face rearranged and since he hadn't been able to do that this would have to suffice. Besides with little pricks like that their jobs were everything, made them feel big and powerful, so Antone would hit him where it hurts and see about taking him down a peg or two. Tongue rolled slowly over juicy lips and he gave her a wink.+
"You got my number on there baby girl so you give me a call if ya need anything else. Right now I'll let you go. I'm guessing you got some calls to make to the Mayors office."
+With a nod he moved back towards his car, that hitch in his walk as he smiled to himself, who said lycans only knew how to use brute force to get what they wanted.+