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Olle's first case, after Potosi, was just what Gabriel told him it was: Simple salt and burn. Nothing else coming up on the werewolf front means he has to wait for the full moon. One of the possible demon sightings was only a few hours away from his ghost so that was his next stop. After chasing the damn thing across three states and despite his considerable knowledge of ways to make demons talk, this low level minion knew less than he does about the current state of hell; when it is clear the meatsuit is already dead, Olle leaves the body salted and burned in a shallow grave before moving on to the possible witch in Chicago; he needs to get paid for the vampire's nest anyway and figures it will be two birds with one stone.
When, he forgets to ask himself, has he ever been that lucky?
When he gets to Chicago, Olle checks-in at The Drake and contacts Gideon. His arrangement is to meet a third party that night who will confer payment for services rendered; $100,000 owed plus an extra $90,000; ten-thousand for each of the nine vampires over the allotted ten. The exchange is easy, made in a public place, and Olle took a cab from the hotel so he can walk back; knowing something will happen; he has been surrounded by shifters and werewolves since an hour after he contacted Gideon. Not wanting to draw too much attention out in the open, he stops for a coffee, then hails a cab back to the hotel; he pretends not to notice the driver is a shifter, or that he is being driven away from his hotel.
When enough time has passed Olle would look like a fool if he failed to notice he was not headed back to the hotel, he looks up at the driver and says, “There is nearly $200,000 in this envelope and I'll give it all to you if you're smart enough to turn around, go back, and tell David and Gideon who else is involved in this.” The cabbie refuses to speak to him so Olle shakes his head, “Suit yourself but it is going to be a terrible way to die.” That, at least, gets him a disbelieving snort.
As the sun sinks behind the horizon, the cab pulls inside an abandoned building. Margo Lassiter and Hiroyuki Iwamatsu are waiting for him with a dozen shifters and wolves; Olle is, sadly, not surprised. Getting out of the cab he asks, “Do you just want this,” he throws the envelope at their feet, “or is this a 'my head on a pike' situation?”
“I want your head,” Margot says heels clicking in her $2,500 boots, walking over to pick up the envelope. “He wants your heart,” she gestures to Hiroyuki who simply smirks.
He hasn't been frisked yet, but there are guns trained on him so he figures no one thinks he would be so stupid as to draw on them. With that speed no one expects him to have, though, he has Margo by the throat, lifted to use as a shield, backing up to the cab. She tries to struggle but he is too strong, cutting off her oxygen so she goes limp against his chest. His size means the vehicle offers him almost no standing cover but he put his angel blade through the front seat into the driver's heart before he got out leaving him with a running means of escape.
He uses his free hand to open the driver's door and pull the body to the ground before dumping a now unconscious Margo into the car. Taking a hostage is dangerous and turning his back on Hiroyuki even more so, but he manages to run down at least half of them on his way out of the building; that should slow them down enough not to follow him. He takes two bullets, one in the shoulder and one scrubbing his hip, he realizes later, but it could have been much, much worse.
He heads through the city, toward Gideon's home, and, without preamble, he knocks on the door; refusing to wait for the butler to announce him. Striding into the dining room, he dumps the still unconscious Margo in the floor at Gideon's feet saying, “There are traitors in your midst.”
Gideon sighs, “You need medical attention.” Looking at his butler he orders, “Find Sean and have him bring the first aid kit, then get David Lassiter on the phone. Tell him to get here, now, and to bring his wife.”
“If they come near me again, Gidoen,” Olle says when they are alone, “I won't hesitate to kill them and anyone they bring with them.”
“How many did you kill tonight?” he asks offering the big man a seat and pouring two glasses of whiskey.
“Just the cabbie. I offered him the money as payment for turning everyone else in to you and David, but he refused.” Olle drains his glass as the doors open and a man enters with a paramedic's box. Olle pulls his shirts and his shoulder holster off then sits quietly while the vampire digs a bullet out of his shoulder then cleans and bandages it and the gash on his hip. He is dressed again by the time David walks in with a female werewolf.
“What the fuck is going on?” David exclaims when he sees his sister now chained in silver to a dining chair, having regained consciousness but refusing to speak.
“It would seem,” Gideon says, “your sister and Hiroyuki attempted to waylay the good doctor.”
“Margo, no, what did you do?” David asks looking at her shocked and ashamed.
“He is a hunter,” Margo spits with furious scorn. “He needs to die! But we are working with him? Paying him? They are beneath us!” The slap echos through the heavily paneled room and she laughs when David starts, shocked by what he did. “You always were weak! I don't know what father was thinking, leaving you in charge!”
“Doctor,” David says calmly, “this is my wife, Violet,” he says turning from his sister to introduce the woman he walked in with to Olle.
“Mrs. Lassiter,” Olle says reaching out to shake her hand, “nice to meet you ma'am.”
She nods politely before David continues, “I'm sorry about my sister, Olle,” he says sincerely. “Were you injured?”
“He's bleeding,” Violet says. “There and there,” she points to his two injuries.
“I was forced to take a hostage as a means of escape,” Olle says. “Gideon will, I'm certain, give you proper details. I killed a shifter, the cabbie who picked me up; he refused offer of payment for turning in those who aligned themselves with Margo and Hiroyuki. And,” Olle says, “I needed to assure my means of escape.”
“I'll take care of it,” David says resigned to the mess he now has to deal with. “Is there anything we can do for you? Any way I can repay you for your kindness to my sister in allowing her to live?” Margo gives a derisive snort and David hangs his head.
Olle shakes his head and smiles, “I told Gideon, I've returned to hunting. I will be around from now on. If any of them cross paths with me again, I will not be so lenient. What you all need to know, though, is I have a name for the Darkness now and information. It is a girl, a woman, named Amara; she has been consuming souls. Stay away from her and contact me if you hear anything; please,” Olle says before turning to Gideon, “I've heard of a witch locally, nothing happening, but it seems she is recruiting. Would you know anything?”
“Strange happenings,” Gideon says, “I heard the Grand Coven were hunting her not long ago but now she seems to be untouchable. Rowena McLeod is staying at The Drake; she came to us to hide something for her but we haven't gotten it yet.”
“Thank you Gideon. Stay away from her; she is dangerous and the Winchesters are hunting her.” Olle shakes everyone's hand before saying, “I'll see myself out.” Let them clean up their own messes, he has enough on his plate.
He walks a block to a Walgreens and sends a silent prayer of thanks to whomever is listening for his forethought when he put a blank prescription pad in the inside pocket of all of his jackets last month. The antibiotics and vicodin take about a half-hour but using his Oliver Davis FBI badge as identification means the pharmacist doesn't ask any questions, even though he buys more than enough medical supplies to make it apparent he is injured and caring for himself. Using his newly purchased bottle of water, he downs two pain killers and the antibiotic before he leaves the building and, by the time he gets back up the road to the bus stop, he feels a little better. Taking the bus, it takes him about a half hour to get to the hotel. Back in his room, he decides, since he knows where Rowena is, to take another vicodin and get some sleep before deciding what to do about her.