[You have to get up earlier in the morning to evade Marcone on his own property. There is a blood-soaked purpose to these woods. The trees deaden a lot of the more suspicious sounds. In a grove, in unmarked graves now grown over with brush, one might find the Vargassi heir and his father. John's killed men in these woods.
He doesn't intend Harry Dresden to be one of them, but when the man falls out of a fucking tree into John's path, the warden almost catches a bullet in the head. Christ.
John takes another silent, slow breath and aims his rifle. His finger is safely off the trigger, but the red laser sight hovers right next to Dresden's face, impossible to miss on this particular night. There's no moon, and the darkness is almost absolute, so that pinprick of light is bold and vibrant.]
[Once John has Harry's attention, he says,] Are you after the dryad as well, or has the Council elected to mount an invasion in their usual understaffed manner? [His voice is dry, but a whisper, in case the faerie is nearby.]
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Date: 2012-11-06 05:32 am (UTC)He doesn't intend Harry Dresden to be one of them, but when the man falls out of a fucking tree into John's path, the warden almost catches a bullet in the head. Christ.
John takes another silent, slow breath and aims his rifle. His finger is safely off the trigger, but the red laser sight hovers right next to Dresden's face, impossible to miss on this particular night. There's no moon, and the darkness is almost absolute, so that pinprick of light is bold and vibrant.]
[Once John has Harry's attention, he says,] Are you after the dryad as well, or has the Council elected to mount an invasion in their usual understaffed manner? [His voice is dry, but a whisper, in case the faerie is nearby.]