William Hayes 🐉 Lord Wardwick of Hurog (lostthings) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2016-07-11 22:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | olivia shepherd, william hayes |
Who: Will Hayes and Olivia Shepherd
What: Will's been looking for someone to sell his father out to. This time, he may have found them.
Where: One of the Hayes' family warehouses, Chicago.
When: Tuesday, July 12, afternoon.
Warnings: TBD. Likely cursing and ableist language.
The last of the latest illegal merchandise had almost been shipped out. There were two boxes, deep in the guts of the warehouse, left. Will had checked on them that morning, when he'd pretended to get lost in the stacks of pallets and crates crammed into the large, open room. It was all legal things they were hauling around, now, boxes to provide cover for more boxes. No one wanted to sort through all of it to pick out the needles in the haystack, especially when the markings on the boxes were subtle enough that no one who didn't know exactly what they were looking for could pick them out. They didn't expect Will to be able to, which was the only reason no one had thought it was suspicious when they'd finally found him looking in on the second box to make sure it hadn't moved while he hadn't been paying attention. All he'd gotten was a gentle scold from Niall about needing to get back to work, and he'd shown him back to the place where he was supposed to be.
Someday, staring at him earnestly while he apologized wasn't going to cut it, when it came to convincing them that he hadn't done something on purpose. At least Niall was the nicest, out of the cousins his father relied on when it came to his business. He wasn't going to think twice about anything but making sure that Will didn't get himself into any trouble with the men. Not that Will would let that happen, either, not unless it was something that he needed to do for his cover, or to get a little closer to some information that he wanted. It was worth acting the fool and pretending like he didn't realize that they were making fun of him, sometimes.
He'd still managed to find a reason to punch a couple of them in the face, later on, the last time he'd gotten himself backed into that kind of position. He'd waited long enough that they wouldn't think he'd even still remember them laughing at him, but that didn't make it any less satisfying.
Mindless work was enough to make even a clever man start to go numb and tune out of it all, eventually. Will had made sure to keep a bright grin and a vacant expression while he was working, humming some kids' song that he'd sung to Kait when she was little under his breath. Mostly, though, his mind was somewhere else entirely until he heard the word being passed along. Feds were here. Better be sharp, better keep your mouth shut, Feds were coming. They talked about them like most people talked about the boogeyman, or the monster under the bed. It wasn't the first time that an agent had come calling. It wouldn't be the last, either. They'd never found anything before.
Will knew how it would work. His father would have sat down with the agent, first, tried to talk them into just walking away and leaving them to their business. There might have been some offers of money. Doyle Hayes didn't waste time, when it came to trying to hush something up. That was, unless the agent had found a way around seeing his father first, somehow. There'd have to be some kind of warrant...
He hummed a little louder, like he hadn't noticed the change in the atmosphere at all.