9th Howl [Action, Saturday morning, CLOSED]

[professorwolf]

They'd left the rented car behind a few minutes ago, and made what stealthy way they could towards the farm with the new fences and freshly painted sides. It had taken a little driving around to even catch the place in the distance, having only directions from the air to work with and roads that didn't always lead in the right direction.

But here they were, approaching at last. The grass was tall, and there were trees here and there for cover, and a road led right up to the place. Obviously, they weren't on that road. Lyall might have only been a biology teacher, but he wasn't stupid.

Or maybe he was stupid. Since he was here alone except for one of his students and a ferret, both of whom had refused to stay in the car. He'd wanted someone along with him for this little misadventure, if just to tell people if something had happened to them, but he probably shouldn't have let Banagher be the one to talk him into letting him come, and little Stella perched on his shoulder really wasn't much good for warnings, no matter how well-trained she was.

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[argents]

You can't live life distrusting everyone, though... ...is what Banagher's mind supplies him with, even though he bites back the urge to actually say it aloud. He glances either way again, brows furrowed, as if searching for something nearby. No origin for his response just waltzes up to him, predictably, and he moves forward to leverage it, squatting down near the low shrubbery to get a look at the farm beyond.

"Fences generally happen when you're trying to keep something out," he says, brushing some leaves away. Or to keep something in. "But this place almost looks abandoned, don't you think?"

Not exactly what comes to mind when he thinks about a super top secret invasion headquarters, that's for sure.