Chapter 2: My Brother's Keeper

Wyvern makes sure to arrive 5 minutes early. Her brother gets all cranky when she's late. She strolls into the restaurant and quirks her mouth in an ironic smile as she sees that he is already there, as usual. Walking over to the table she greets him, "Hey, Bro." She reaches over and steals a "fry" as she sits down.

Greer had sauntered into Jimmy Mac's Roadhouse about twenty minutes early, where he was sitting at the corner of the restaurant bar so her could see the entire room.

Greer had since switched back into his casual dress - a long coat that seems to be expertly tailored for him.

He has been watching the coming and going of different clientele in the restaurant as he sips on a soycaffe. To his side is a sad-looking cupcake with a single bite taken out of it, sitting on a plate next to a crumpled up napkin.

As Greer sees Wyvern enter the restaurant, Greer locks eyes with her and does a small nod as he gets out of his bar stool to join the group.

"Good evening. The name's Greer.," Greer says as he flashes a small, crocodile smile at Wyvern's brother. He then slides into the booth.

Embarassed, Wyvern glances at Greer before frowning at her brother and replying, "Can we maybe have that discussion later? You said you needed our help."

Wyvern reaches out to place her hand over her brother's and replies, "Of course I will help. Send me everything you have on the investigation he was running."

Greer frowns when hearing the details. He thinks about the case for a bit and then says, "Tell me more about Gerald Mosshammer. People don't go missing unless they're tangled up in something. Either that, or he got eaten by a ghoul"

With each new piece of data, Wyvern begins constructing a web in AR. She sends Draconis to find more information on each of the people mentioned.

When Everett speaks of his "contact", she gives him a dry look but says nothing. She looks at Greer and nods her agreement. Ross, huh? Let's see what we can find on you.

Greer nods slightly as he locks eyes with Wyvern, "Ross is the most closely connected, we speak with him first. Everett, can you put us in touch?"

Turning to Wyvern, Greer whispers to her, "If Ross is a runner and is still alive, he's dangerous. Can you dig up some more intel on him? I don't like going in blind."

Wyvern nods again and prioritizes Ross in her agent's searches.

Ross Walker is a 48 year old human. His name appears in a swathe of court documents and a few news articles, as a Lone Star detective. Formerly lived in a residential enclave known to house many Lone Star employees. Two years ago, change of address to an apartment on the north side in a more modest location. Sole owner of Walker Risk Management Services, incorporated two years ago, insolvent as of one year ago. Around the same time, divorced from a Sarah Mitchell.

Wyvern flicks the info over to Greer surreptitiously.