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<b>Mun’s Note:</b> Takes place after <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/blood_quarter/134356.html
" target="_blank">Leader of the Pack Drake Meets Hoot </a>
Drake waited at Hoot’s bar for Karl to arrive. He had to admit he was a little nervous and excited about starting as Karl’s assistant, or Deputy, or whatever it was. Hoot had told Drake that he would set up the ceremony to be initiated into the pack and get back to him. In the meantime, Drake had continued to work at the hospital and took up jogging in the early mornings (on the days he was not working early shift).
As he waited for Karl, Drake continued to read <i>The Iliad</i>. He had picked up the book at a local Borders, and since meeting the vampire Paris had started reading it every free moment he had.
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Rubbing his knuckles, Karl entered the bar, blessing the cool dimness of the interior. “Honey, I’m home!” He’d called that out once not expecting an answer, but when the day barman and responded, he’d laughed and had begun using it as his entrance line. Even at night, which elicited quite a few guffaws from the patrons. Even in his youth, Karl had been a big fan of the ‘I Love Lucy Show’.
Drake put away his book, stuffing it into his coat pocket. Taking a deep breath, he got up from his seat and made his way over to Karl. “Are you Karl?” he asked, hoping that it was as Drake had asked three other patrons before this one. “Name’s Drake De La Laurent. Hoot asked me to speak to Karl...”
“Yes, I am.” Stopping in the middle of the floor, Karl sized the younger were up. “He spoke to me of you.” The were before him was young, slender, but that could be to his advantage; wiry and fast was more dangerous than bulk and strength. “Hi.” Extending his hand as he finished closing the distance, Karl gave a small smile.
“Hi back.” Drake shook Karl’s hand and smiled back. “So, umm, what exactly do you want me to do? Hoot mentioned something about assisting you?” Drake looked Karl over; he was handsome, dark hair with hazel eyes that carried a look of caution.
On a side note, Drake knew that working with this one was going to be a pleasure. Karl was certainly easy on the eyes.
“Well, before I assign you any tasks, I thought it might be prudent for me to assess you - go out a few times, see how you handle yourself. No offense, but I’d rather know your strengths and all before I put you or anyone else in a potentially dangerous situation.” When Karl worked he was matter of fact, direct - some even said blunt - but when he played, it was with as much gusto as he worked. “Tell me a bit about yourself... what you feel comfortable with.”
“Fair enough.” Drake nodded. “I’m medically trained, first aid, emergency care; that sort of thing. I was a fighter in my old pack and worked closely with the scouts of the pack. I’m fast and I’m strong...I can grow claws in my human form; being medically trained now, I know where to strike to incapacitate or...well, you know...kill. But I don’t really like to do that unless it is absolutely and positively the only alternative. Just because something or someone is different does not classify it, in my book, to be automatically destroyed.” Drake was, of course, referring to vampires and other supernatural creatures. His words were vague enough, but he was fairly certain Karl knew what he was alluding to. “I was trained to save lives, not take them.” This was something Drake was very serious about. “I hope that won’t be a problem.”
“No,” Crossing his arms across his chest, Karl nodded in understanding. “being different is no reason to be thought suspicious. I don’t kill unless on order from my Alpha or Prince, and that has only happened once.” He wouldn’t go into details, but it wasn’t something he’d relished - the hunt, stalking, capturing - that was more fun.
Karl’s reply caused Drake to relax a bit. “You mentioned something about going out. Do you mean go on patrol with you?”
“Yes, I want to see what you have - how you would handle yourself.” Scratching at his nose, the big man thought for a few moments, “Basically, I need to see if there’s work to be done with you or not... not meant to insult, but if my safety, Hoot’s - the packs, and the Princes are in your hands... you get what I’m saying.”
Drake nodded solemnly. “Absolutely, I would do the same if I were in your position. I take no offense.”
“Good.” Moving closer, he extended his hand, “Here’s to working together.”
Drake shook the handsome were’s hand. “Likewise,”