Thread: New Passenger (Me & Kratos)

After blitzing through the report for the most recent case, Dexter let out a sigh. He specifically left it out that it was known who the likely suspect was. Since it was obvious Hannah would have also emitted that detail. Time was running out and he was uncertain when Hannah would strike. This worried him a little as quickly started looking for some information about Rynes before glancing over at a piece of paper that had what appeared to be an address scribbled onto it. He knew that hand writing, it was his assistant's and with a quick look online it seemed obvious who would be found at that address. It was still a little careless though, as if Dex had not spotted it and somehow it was found out that Rynes had been murdered it would not look good that he had the perpetrators address written down at the time of death. He folded up the note tucking it in his wallet, of which he would burn it once out of the office before he started packing up. At least now he knew where to go, but if she was leaving behind small pieces of evidence like she had, even if it was just for his sake. He had to wonder how she went about enacting the feeding of her desire, the judgement that she felt fit for the victims. Seeing how angry this particular perp had made her, he had a feeling it would be a slow and agonizing death. From what he had managed to find out as well, if Dexter had managed to get to him first, he more than likely would have given him a similar treatment, only rarely taking his time with the kills. Commonly he would talk with them a little, try to understand them and find justification as to what he was doing. But other than that he usually then made the actual act relatively quick. It had taken Dexter quite a few kills to perfect his method, but it became easier once he started to use tranquilizers under one of his aliases that he used to cover his tracks. It had not taken long however to come up with the idea of plastic sheets to stop the mess, his smartest choice yet. Masuka tried to invite him out to drinks but he promptly declined Sorry not this time... Got to watch my budget even as he was offered the first few drinks for free as a counter offer he shook his head before leaving. He could not tell his colleagues the real reason after all, usually he would have a reason but this time Dex was in a rush, hopefully he was not already too late. He was tempted to drive past Hannahs house to check if she had already left to take out the target, but upon thinking about it knew he would be lucky to even make it in time for the actual kill. He drove to the address on the note before finding an alleyway to pull into close by it was tucked away enough and seemed to offer easy access to Rynes location. Quickly changing into his usual attire to sneak around, it seemed rather quiet, almost to quiet. Slowly he slinked around the backyard of the location, wondering where she would have setup her kill room, seeing as she had quite some experience he was simply assuming she would have one. It would be the only way she would have not been caught so far. Thinking briefly of where he would have setup one in this location if it had been his kill he then started to head into the house, a almost silent curse escaping his lips as he heard a floorboard creak. His silent entrance ruined. Knowing that it was wise to be careful from this point due to Hannah not knowing that it was Dex that had intruded on her kill he slowly walked, ensuring to be ready if anything happened. Fingers at the ready just in case he readied a needle, hopefully not needing to use it, but as he thought about it if someone had caught him, his reaction would probably be similar to what was about to happen. Nearing closer and closer to where he guessed Hannah would be he deliberately dropped a box, throwing it just ahead of him, just loud enough to almost sound like a footstep. He was not taking any chances, not when knowing that his assistant would be on edge. Seeing her try to strike he quickly grabbed her arm before sliding himself behind her and placing the needle close to her neck Easy... Easy, I do not want to have to use this on you Hannah... he spoke with a slight worry in his voice, and even if she had not seen that it was Dexter, it would surely be obvious now that he now had her in a hold. This was the only time he had actually been so close to her, and he could faintly smell what seemed to be like a faint whiff of a perfume. I was hoping to get here before you did... Have you already.. he paused for a second before hearing a faint muffle Good.. I made it before you disposed of the trash.. he slowly let her go moving the needle completely away from her as he let go of her and stepped backwards a few steps. She was probably wondering why he had not simply announced his presence but it was just not the way he acted, he took pride on being able to sneak up and getting the drop on people. No matter whom they were.