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Thanks to the organic uniform provided by Stacy, Sam was clean and free from the sticky goop that he and Murphy had fallen in while exploring the secret room in the clock house. Now, clean and dry once again, he meandered down the streets of the city, studying all the massive structures that he'd only given a fleeting glance before. He stopped in front of St. Peter's Basilica, the very same cathedral that Connor and Murphy had been coming out of when he ran into them. Glancing downward, at the cargo pocket on his thigh, he pulled out his father's journal and took out the rosary that they used as bookmark--among other things--and a small silver flask.

Turning his eyes back to the building in front of him, he started up the steps and disappeared inside. Several minutes passed, minutes spent over the basin of holy water, blessing it for a second time, and filling his flask with it. Giving a satisfied nod, he tucked both items back into his pocket and stepped back out into the city.

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"Oh, ha ha. You're a real fucking comedian." He knew what he heard, and yes, he was paranoid, what mudfoot wasn't, but just because he was paranoid didn't mean they weren't out to get him.

He did, however, reluctantly lower his weapon. After taking a careful look around on his own.

Not far off, down the "lane," a shadowy shape darted around a corner.

"Shit!" See? See?! He was right! Hopefully Sam was safely out of the line of fire, because the corner that thing disappeared around just got a couple new bullet holes.

Sam jumped out of the way the minute Harper raised his gun again. "Jesus Christ!" he shouted after Harper all but blew to pieces a corner of one of the buildings. "What the hell are you doing?!"

If there was one thing Harper'd learned from the little Magog ordeal, it was that sometimes running and hiding wasn't nearly as effective as going out and kicking the ass of whatever was stalking you. That would be why he pushed past Sam in the direction of the corner. "What does it look like?"

"Blowing holes in the Dome of the Rock?" Sam said sarcastically, looking over at the mosque that Harper had peppered with bullets just a few seconds ago. "You got something against Muslims or something?"

Down the rode, there was a cloaked figure, just standing there for a moment, in the shadows of a building, as if staring back.

Sorry, Sam. He'd respond to your oh-so-cutting sarcasm if he weren't busy staring at the mysterious cloaked figure hanging out down the street. Yeah, so maybe going that way was a bad idea.

"Hello?!" Sam said when Harper seemed to go rigid suddenly. When he didn't respond, Sam snapped his fingers in front of the man's face before, eventually, following his gaze to a building down the road.

Then Sam, too, froze. Blinking a couple of times, Sam withdrew his hand away from Harper's face and reached for his Beretta--loaded with silver bullets--and gripped it tightly, sliding the safety off.

"I suppose that's not a friend of yours," he said, edging his way down the street toward the dark figure.

"No shit, Sherlock." Harper's gun was back up and pointed at the figure. Good luck getting him to lower it again any time soon.

Sam crept forward, slowly raising his gun and aiming at the shadowy figure down the way. His eyes focused on the specter. "Who are you?" he hollered out to the cloaked figure as he edged out in front.

It stood there for a moment in the shadows, and then lightning fast it MOVED, disappearing down another street.

Harper stayed where he was as the thing disappeared. No way in hell was he following that. No way. Nope. Not gonna happen. Mysterious shadows and clicky sounds were one thing, but fucking fast cloaked figures? Nuh-uh.

Sam, however, was quite welcome to ~~go be bait~~ follow it.

"What the fuck!" Sam yelled when the whatever-it-was flew down another lane and disappeared. He ran down the street, stopping at the corner where the figure had vanished and gave the area good look around.

"Dude, are you coming?" he shouted back to Harper who was still standing in front of the 'weird' building.

...Is he what?!

"Are you kidding? Do you even know what that was?!"

"No. Do you?" Sam answered.

"No! That's the point!" Duh.

"Yeah? And how the hell do you plan on finding out unless you go look for it?" Sam countered with a rather smug look on his face.

"Unless you'd rather have a creepy, black shadow thing runnin' around free and doin' Lord knows what...?" he added.

...

Damn logic. Hope Sam enjoyed having a trigger-happy, twitchy mudfoot following him around, because while he may agree with the general logic of Sam's words, he was going to make sure the other walked into an traps well before he did.

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