InsaneJournal

Who: Shane and Piper, followed by a coterie
What: The Indiana Jones Boulder of Plot--in which there will be hunting, stabbing, psychics, and blood.
Where: Out and about in New York
When: Tonight
Warnings: Expect blood, swearing, and death.



It had been an informant who'd told Shane about the family's moves to tighten their grip on Boyd. He'd gone home and written her that note immediately after, slipping it under her door with its jagged lettering and frantic text calculated to be as disturbing as possible. He hoped it would get her attention, and startle her into pulling away from her duplicitous family.

It wasn't enough.

He'd been planning on going after Tommy later in the week, since the timing would be better, but he decided to move his plans forward. He told himself it was more convenient this way, that waiting wouldn't really make much of a difference. He told himself this even as he pushed back thoughts of tearing Tommy apart with his bare hands. No. It wasn't going to happen that way, not with this one. Maybe he'd move a little quicker than he expected, but he was going to do it right.

He headed out of Bellum with his hands in the pockets of his coat, walking toward the Giancoma headquarters. Tommy would be getting out of work in half an hour, and by then, it would be dark. When he left, he'd follow him, and when they got into some quiet alley, he'd be ready with the gun in his pocket. Simple. Tommy was sure to be armed, but it would be an easy thing to come up behind him in the dark. He'd die without ever knowing what had happened. This was one body he planned to leave for the police to find. He wanted the Giancomas to know someone was coming after them again.

He was so intent on his goal, so distracted by the sheer effort it took to keep his thoughts focused on it and nothing else, that he wasn't nearly as careful as usual, neglecting to make sure no one was following him.