Who: Connor and Cal When: Slightly backdated to the night of the 23rd Where: Complex lobby What: Checking out the place Buffy mentioned Rating: PG-13. Language Status: Complete
He'd been standing outside the Roman's front door, his back to his brother, facing armed FBI agents and a SWAT team that both he and Murphy knew would be suicide to take on. Not that they would. The men behind those guns were good people, only following the orders they were given. It didn't make him feel any better about the situation. Their father was dead, Romeo was most likely dead, Agent Bloom couldn't come to their rescue this time, and two of those fuckers had managed to wing him. Now they were headed for an extended stay at any penitentiary that would have them.
In a blink of an eye, everything changed. Everyone was gone, except for him. The drive had become a quiet stretch of street, the sun nearly set. He'd called for his brother but he hadn't gotten an answer. It had gotten even weirder when he'd finally tracked someone down and found out he was in Kansas. Then just insane as he was informed by a blond named Buffy that some demon had broken a seal that had landed him in another dimension where the Apocalypse was a possibility. It sounded like a bad horror movie, one of those that they played late at night when they thought few people were watching or wouldn't be awake enough to care how bad it was.
But what else did he have by way of an explanation? He'd moved halfway across the country without having to take a step. Given the choice between finding a place to crash for the night and being offered a room, he'd rather take the room. Maybe some hot water and a first aid kit.
So he found himself standing in the lobby of the building he'd been given the address to, taking in the decorating job, coat dangling from his fingers at his side to hide the two Desert Eagles in their holsters from view. "Hello?" he called. "Anyone around?"