On the Prowl (Laura/Daken)

[baptiste]

Baptiste and Daken had been chasing a trail they thought was Laura Kinney's for some weeks now. He knew she moved around a lot because his mother and him always chased around for her. His mother wasn't with him this time to produce a scent to be picked up. He knew how to find her, and the marks to look out for. She left them when she knew she was being follow. He began to take in the scene, where she knew she could be.

He looked at the vast forest outside of New York heading to the Canadian border. He borrowed the Weapon X helicopter to transport Daken and himself to this area. If things went right they would be bringing back a fourth member to their little team. Also this fourth member is a family member, he was excited to see Laura again after their last run in but he had also let her go cause he didn't think anyone belonged in Weapon X. His plans to bring it down would be in full swing soon.

He called forth his Osprey and he had it go and scout the area to find her. He looked back and saw Daken exiting the helicopter. He nodded to him and took off in the direction he smelled the scent coming from. He wore his Leather Jacket and aviator glasses, with black jeans on and in combat boots. His iconic wear that anyone could find him in unless on a field mission for Weapon X. He came to a sudden stop as the Osprey called out giving the signal. He was close to her, he suppressed his pheromones and began to creep towards the area.

[x23]

`& It dances in elegance with a grievous tact ..

Despite how seemingly unsocial and aggressive Laura acted, the girl wouldn't say no to coming home to a real family. As if that would ever happen. Her mother was dead, she had yet to meet her 'father' and there were people who wanted her dead or alive. Laura was getting sick and tired of being on the move, the intervals of rest she allowed herself were getting shorter and shorter because that psycho bitch Kimura just wouldn't let up. If that that didn't piss Laura off, Kimura and her stupid freaking skin sure did.

Just thinking about Kimura and Weapon X in general made Laura's anger boil. Even the biting cold of this weather couldn't cut through it. She had just passed the American border, undetected she hoped. Branches snapped under her boots as she came to a stop. Laura took off her shades, pocketing them in her padded zip jacket. She sniffed the air and instantly tensed at the smell of gasoline. Up here, in this dense forest with no roads-- it could only be a helicopter. It wasn't that close to her, but enough to raise suspicion.

Like the familiar screech of that annoying bird.

A very angry expression formed on Laura's face as she began to stomp forward. "The funny thing is, after years of being hunted down by that monster of a woman," Laura began, pulling off her leather gloves and cracking her knuckles, "Is that no matter how hard you try to mask yourself from me," she stopped in a clearing of the forest, tightening her fists. "I can still smell the unmistakable stench of Kimura all over you."