Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

Mort had spent the drive uptown trying to envision the best angle to set up from. The street was a busy one, and he was pretty sure that there was an alley directly across the street from the building the address belonged to. The alley would serve well for two reasons it would give him a close enough vantage to see anyone coming or going through the front doors, and it would conceal him from the rest of the street. Mort pulled his black car into an alley which connected to the one across from his surveillance location. He parked the car behind an abandoned building, grabbed his gear from the passenger seat, and took off walking through the hazy alleyway. He turned left down another alley after several minutes of walking and could see the light from the open street ahead. Upon reaching the mouth of the alley, he saw that he was right about the location of the building in relation to the alley it was directly across the street. Mort leaned over a dumpster lid, his camera steadied by the rough plastic surface. He brought the doors of the building into focus and prepared to start snapping away. After thirty minutes, he hadn't seen a single person enter the building. He started to think that he'd made an easy two grand-- and that Detective Barrett better not try and stiff him the cash just because he contacted the investigator too late. Mort remained ready, his finger hovering over the shutter release. The wind blew down the narrow alley, fluttering the bottom of his coat. He was about to shift his position when he saw the taxi pull up to the curb. He saw a woman stepping out onto the sidewalk, and began snapping shots from the second he saw her silver-white hair. Her back was to Mort, and the cab kept most of her body below her head obscured from view. Mort continued shooting. As the cab pulled away, his breath caught in his throat and he unconsciously stopped snapping for a moment. He spent a fraction of a second admiring the full ass of the woman as she walked determinedly away from him toward the door. He forced himself back to the task at hand as she reached the door and starting clicking away, hoping to maybe get her face in the reflection of the glass. Mort watched as another person exited the building, speaking to the woman. Mort zoomed in on the guy's face and snapped several shots. He didn't like the look the guy was giving the woman, and watched as he roughly grabbed her by the arm and forced her through the doors of the building. Mort shook his head. Lady, he muttered under his breath, Your boss is a grade-A asshole. Mort waited once more, but not for long. A long black limousine pulled to the curb and let out four passengers. Mort was taking photographs as they climbed from the vehicle when he recognized each of them. Oh shit, he breathed to himself. His mind raced even faster than his finger on the shutter release. What reason would the King and Governor have to meet, with a possible third party, without any media being alerted or present? The obvious answer would be that they didn't want to broadcast their meeting. As the four made their way into the building, Mort realized why Detective Barrett had given him the job. It wasn't that the job was too unimportant for a regular cop-- it was that it was too dangerous. If the police were investigating the Governor, the King, or both... Mort didn't want to know what kind of deals were being made in that glass building. Mort raised his lens up the glass surface of the building, zooming in on windows to try and get a possible view of the meeting. It was a longshot, but he hadn't been here too long and wanted to make sure he went back to Barrett with everything the Detective would need. He gazed across empty windows as he made his way up the building, staring through his zoom lens. He saw the shape of the woman from the taxi in a second floor window. He realized that he hadn't seen her face, and zoomed further to try and get a look. Her sweater clung tightly to her breasts, and her pants appeared to be sculpted around the curves of her hips. A reflection in the window obscured her face, but for a moment, he saw that she was looking directly at him. Mort lowered the camera, a sly grin spreading across his face. He continued looking at the woman's shape in the window and brought a finger to his lips, making the international shhh gesture. He raised the camera once more and snapped several shots of her. Just a few for my private collection, Mort said, chuckling to himself. He heard the slam of a car door and brought the lens back down to street level, looking to see if yet another attendee had arrived. Instead, he saw two men stepping out of a black sedan, looking his direction and adjusting their suit coats. They were the tell-tale adjustments men made when they were hiding guns in their coats. Shit, Mort breathed. He lowered his camera and turned, walking briskly down the alley way in the direction he'd come earlier.