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"GEuuh." *briefly surprised by the sound, Wilson quickly calms* "mmh-hm. guess its my turn to sleep now..." *Wilson takes the sleeping pills, and lies back, the pills needing some time to take effect* "so we go to say hi in the morning?"

((Dawn, it would be great if you could read over it yourself, but at this time Nathaniel and Wilson, a werewolf and an Elsen have escaped from a top secret government facility. Wilson is in custody of government agent Orlando and is helping with the tracking down and recapturing of Nathan. Unknownst to these two, Nathan has made a friend of his own, Peony and Peony's countless other friends (yes I'm sorry. I've lost track of them already. ). I'm not sure where you would best fit in, but maybe you have an idea?))

Orlando nodded and got out of the car. "If you need anything, I'll be keeping watch in the tree up there to the right." He said pouting to a large oak tree. Orlando retrieved a couple protein bars from the back seat, and slinging the gun over his shoulder climbed up.

(They could just bump into me or something )

(👍)

"oh. ok... goodnight." *with that, Wilson gets comfortable, and waits to properly fall asleep*
*morning isn't to far away*

(not here.)

(If anybody is still there we can continue if you want.)

((I apologize, I had nit realized that you were waiting for me. ))

Orlando stretched out his stiff limbs in a feline manner as the sun sent its first morning rays shooting across the sky. He lept down from the tree, moving quietly back to the van, and stared at the sleeping Elsen. Rather than disturbing him, Orlando unlocked the back, fetching more of his ever present power bars, and got back into the front seat to start his truck up again so they could get an early start.

(it's ok. I've been kinda busy and wouldn't have been able to answer anyways)

*the engine start up is enough to shock the Elsen awake* "geuh! Noise. NOISE! oh... whew... its just the car..." ... "good morning."

(And we continue! )

"Good morning." Orlando replied, voice gruff from disuse as he had sat quietly in the tree for hours. His right hand reached out to flip open the monitor to the computer to go back to the tracking application. "And the hunt begins again."

((Where is Nathaniel?))

(Sorry was being quiet because it know where Shirofluff is.)

Slowing to a stop in a small clearing, snow began to fall in its soft powder form, covering the forest floor. "Here is a good place to stop." He looks to Peony to see if the figure had followed through the night.

"hu. hunt..." *he says it as if he's trying to forget the word*

Orlando rubbed his arm as though in a gesture of reassurance. "A hunt and capture, don't worry. Ubless they atrack firat, there wI'll be no conflict at all." He pointed to the dot that had nit moved since the night before. "It seems like he too had stopped to rest last night. We will catch up to him easily." Orlando shut off the heaters in the car, but kept the windows rolled up. The car was quiet with the motors of the heater off allowing Orlando to drive sliently.

Behind Orlando's van came a black bati motorbike, the Rider was dressed in black leather suit with black helmet and black tainted visor. The bike matched the vans speed coming up the side, the rider then drew a fully automatic uzi machine pistol and fired at the window aiming for the driver.

"GEUUUUU-~@=@~!~" *and, Wilson has gone Full burnt, his body becoming covered in thick, burning tar*
*~Bad guns friends guns friends- not guns by bads to friends- guns nots friends- STOP!*

*The Burnt would be quick to push out through the Truck door, likely denting or breaking it along the way, as he goes to try and grab ahold of this 'gun not friend' person with his long tarry talons*

(So what time zones are you guys in? I live in Britain so I go by GMT)

(Is it usually this slow?)

Orlando swerved the truck as the bullets came peppering in. Fortunately this manuver directed the bullets though the back windows instead of in his face where they were targeted towards. He yelled out a nonsensical cry as the tar monster lept over his lap and broke though the driver's seat door and part of the roof to tackle the motorcyclist. He quickly slowed the truck and turned it around to go back for the Elsen, pausing just long enough to wipe the burning splatters of tar off his clothes and skin before grabbing his tranq gun and heading back towards the duelers.