Who: Abigail and King (open) What: She's tired of waiting around, it's time to plan Where: Firehouse When: Afternoon Rating: TBD probably low Status: Open
She'd been training hard ever since her arm completely healed. Abby rarely went out at all. It was getting old very quickly and she was tired of living in fear. Staying indoors she wasn't safe and she knew it so what was the difference if she went out actively hunting? It was time to stand up and go looking for this bastard and take him down. But first, they needed a plan. That was going to prove to be the most difficult part. King was slightly ADD when it came to getting strategic, he preferred to bust in, balls to the wall and let the chips fall where they may. She was just glad he'd had a streak of luck when it came to that.
But when it came to Drake, there was no chance taking. Everything needed to be planned or else something could go drastically wrong and one of them might not make it out alive. That was something she couldn't fathom and wouldn't even consider. It was time to act.
Abby marched into the living room and found him on the couch playing a video game. Well this could go badly, but she didn't care at the moment. Walking over she turned the TV off and stood in front of the tv with her arms crossed. He'd be pissed, but oh well, he'd get over it.
She had one plan, one that she'd only resort to if it was absolutely necessary and they were at the end of their rope. That was a plan she wouldn't divulge right now because if it came down to it, she'd have to do it without his knowledge. And that wasn't something she was looking forward to, so she wanted to think of every possible angle before it came to that.