Logan Graves misses the quiet (![]() ![]() @ 2014-12-06 20:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | logan, mason |
WHO: Logan and Mason
WHERE: Haven; Mason's shop
WHEN: FORWARD-DATED: Dec 10, 2014; afternoon
WHAT: He steals her map, she threatens to torch his whole fucking shop.
CHALLENGES: 1, 4, 7, 8
December was turning out to be as busy a month as it usually was, just not for the normal chaos of Christmas shopping and tourist avoiding the cold. Instead a cruise line full of fucking zombies had been dropped on their shore a few days prior that was adding an even higher count to the zombie population. Then this morning a radio call announced another drop coming up, which had to be planned for at least slightly as she didn't believe the remaining crew camped out at the Basso estate wouldn't come for it. The remaining family and their hired goons were a problem that needed to be handled once and for all in general, but that was another problem entirely. Everything had to be put on hold though, Logan couldn't plan or plot shit because some twat had broken into her fucking office and taken off with her god damn map. She knew exactly who the asshole was though, and exactly where to find him. Which is how Logan found herself cutting through the jungle, weaving her way through Haven until she'd reached the fucking pawn shop. Only stopping herself from barreling in because she knew Reynolds was a crazy fuck and had likely guarded his space from intruders (after all, she'd done the same to her and Carly's space. Had tried to do the same to the office too, but her coworkers were dumb shits that kept setting the traps off and it had proven utterly pointless to try). She could try for a window, sneak her way in, but really that sounded like more effort then it was worth. The area was fairly clear, so instead she slammed her fist against the back door (which seemed easier to secure than the front, thus more likely to be a viable option for getting in and out of the building). If he didn't answer, or she didn't like the answer, then she'd go for the less straightforward approach. Slamming her fist against the door again, she called out, "Open the door, Reynolds. I know you've got my shit, there's a fucking camera pointed at the door of the security building you dumb fuck." |