Not the Same Shit ... Who: Amanda & Jacob Where: Some street corner When: Tuesday evening
Sipping coffee from a styrofoam cup, Jacob patiently waited on a street corner and watched pedestrians pass him by. After a while, the detective glanced at his watch, wondering when this informant would finally show up. Of course, this informant wasn't on the books. If she was, Jacob would be out of a job and shipped off to the looney bin. He adjuted his glasses, watching a couple walk by.
This felt odd to Mandy... usually? Women of her, er... 'profession' tended to stay away from cops. But she knew that he needed information, and when it came to getting info about the demon underground, Mandy was the only person to go to. So, wearing a micro-miniskirt, black fishnet stockings, and a far-too-tight Batman tee, the girl walked confidantly up to the officer, cigarette dangling from her lips. "Well, Officer... now that I see what you look like, I'm wishing you were here for my other 'services'..."
"But then I'd have to arrest you for solicitation, Amanda, and you're too full of valuable information to do that." Jacob replied, a dry and sarcastic expression on his face as he turned toward her.
"Psh. You'd never arrest me, though, Officer. Because we all know that I'm the only one you can get this info from. Well, the only one who's even vaguely human, that is." She grinned playfully at him, the 19 year old knowing damned well she had him by the short hairs. "Now... what can I do ya for?"
Jacob took another sip of coffee, watching the people going by while he pretended to ignore Amanda and ignored her comments, "I'm interested in vampire gang activity. Especially new ones."
"Isn't everyone?" She replied with mock wonder. "So... how many dead presidents worth of interest do you have?"
"Three Benjamin's." He glanced at her and then away, adding, "With the stipulation that whatever information you give me, stays between you and me."
"Hm. Three is nice..." She gave him an impossibly sexy little grin. "Tell ya what, sweetie... make it four, and you'll get everything I know. Maybe even a little extra."
With a practiced move of his wrist, he subtly handed over his original offer, "You'll get the extra hundred only if I like the information you give me. Deal?"
"I think I can deal with that." She looked around, and upon being happy with nobody being around, whispered to him as she puffed away. "Big vamp in town, goes by Killa Flash. Nobody knows much about him, except that he's hundreds of years old, and has gone by several other names." She flicked the cig at the ground, stomping it out with a stilletto heel. "He's determined to wipe out the Slayer line, but targeting several major cities that seem to have a lot of Slayers together. He's starting here. Worst part if, if my sources are right, he's brought in a real headcase... a vamp called Jack Frost... she's legendary for her brutality and insanity."
His carefully schooled expression quickly turned grim. Shit, he thought. Jacob purposely took another sip of coffee in order to think before asking a question, "Any ideas on where to find Killa Flash?"
"He's a smart one, dude. Supposedly, he has a small HQ hidden well below the sewage system somewhere in LA. Nobody knows where, because apparently, only Amata, his right-hand woman, is allowed to see it."
The detective sighed and said allowed what he had been thinking, "... Shit." He turned to Amanda, staring her in the eye, "Is there *anything* else you can tell me?"
"Just one thing... but I think it's worth that extra hundred." She looked from side to side nervously, dropping her front and looking as terrified as she felt. "Iris McConnell? She was chosen, man. These vamps aren't playing... they want to make sure you all know that they know who the slayers are, and they know who they're close to. These girls need help... they can't beat this guy alone."
Double shit, he thought. It was difficult to read his face as it was a mix of terror and anger. A man of his word, Jacob produced the extra hundred as well as another with word of caution, "Get out of town if you can." To hell with subtle, he pressed the bills in the girl's hand, "As soon as you can."
"Trust me... if this goes down the way my sources are saying? I ain't gonna have a choice." She leaned in, making it look to the casual observer that she was kissing his cheek. "Take this motherfucker down. Soon. Before more families get ripped apart."
Jacob said nothing, just glanced at her before walking away and made a beeline for Christina's apartment.