Flint pulled the SUV into the only motel that resided in Sleepy Burrow. They were cutting it close, they were only fifteen minutes to sun up but he had kept to his pre-determined speed and refused to push past it. “Got the info packet dropped in your phones?” He glanced at Lastor and the vampire nodded with a wide yawn.

“Two mile radius, a cabin next to water. We’d have to have rocks for brains to not find it tonight.” Kenni said it rather lazily and Flint nodded as he parked the SUV in front of the lobby building.

“Let’s buckle up and bear down, love birds. Its game on.” Flint said it with a wide smirk and Lastor and Kenni both groaned. He didn’t wait for the two of them as he got out and headed for the lobby, tucking a cigarette into the corner of his mouth. He pulled out his wallet and stepped inside. “You mind if I light up?” He looked to the clerk and the guy made a slight face that showed his dislike of that pretty much immediately. “Alright then.” Flint pulled the unlit cigarette from his mouth and tucked it behind his ear. “Y’all got some rooms available?” He moved up to the counter and the male looked him up and down, his nose wrinkling slightly.

“What’s your clan?” The question was said with a high amount of suspicion. Not surprising from a town that was trying to resurrect the old traditions.

“Don’t worry, not from around here. Just leading some dumbass vampires on a wild goose chase for their honeymoon.” He chuckled at that and winked at the clerk as if joining him in his mirth. The clerk smiled and relaxed a fraction. “Y’all have mountains up here and you would be surprised at how much the leeches are willing to pay to find a fairy tale.” He opened his wallet, flashing the wad of cash he had shoved in there.

The door opened and Kenni giggled wild and high pitched. “It's just so quaint, honey bear!” Flint didn’t have to turn around to know she was bounding in her flats, her dark curls waving around as she did so.

“The finest honeymoon suite you have, good sir! For our two esteemed guests!” Flint said it loudly and the clerk glanced at the vampires before smirking slightly out of view. He jerked his head towards the two and Flint rolled his eyes, keeping his smile firmly on his face.

“Are you sure? It can get fairly expensive for our executive suite.” The man was playing right into his hands and Flint adored it when a cover went smoothly and people acted how they should. Prejudice between werewolves and vampires ran deep at times and he was jut glad he could play that to his advantage.

“For my two love birds? No price is too high for their stay.” Flint was hamming it up but with the way the clerk was looking, it was working. It was so much easier to get werewolves in on the con in his right hand rather than have them look at the one going on in his left. If he could convince them he was a con man but for a completely different reason, they never looked at him too closely and if he could get them to join in on his ‘harmless’ fun? Well then they were down right helpful in his missions.

“Alright, sir. Your price for the night is two hundred for the executive suite.” At the words and the glint in the clerk’s eyes Flint once again opened his wallet. He had a feeling someone was going to skim off the top of that price but he didn’t care all that much.

“Two hundred a night? That’s basically highway robbery!” Lastor played up the outrage and Flint counted off four hundred dollars before turning to the vampire.

“It’s fine, my good sir. Anything for you two to have a wonderful time for your honeymoon.” He kept his tone charming and placative. The clerk set a key on the counter and Flint snagged it and moved over to the vampires. “Here is the key to your executive suite. You two go get ready to bed down for the day. I’ll take care of your luggage while I settle my own room.” He winked at Kenni, ignoring the glint in her eyes that told him how badly she wanted to punt him so hard between the legs he would perpetually taste nuts. “No need for you to get a tan, my luminescent lady.” She giggled, clinging to Lastor tightly. The vampire made a few half hearted attempts at calling out the exorbitant prices before he finally left the lobby as Flint ushered them out.

Once they were one their way Flint turned back to the clerk, his smile falling off. “I don’t care how much money it costs but you put me on the other side of this fucking motel because if I have to hear those two leeches fucking all day I might blow my fucking brains out.” He sneered as he walked back over to the counter, a low rumble in his chest to show his agitation. Not that he actually was, however the clerk was eating the routine up and wasn’t that just perfect?

The clerk chuckled, clearly amused. “You could settle down and not have to deal with the blood suckers.” He was counting the money Flint had tossed down.

“I could but they are so easy to part with their money.” He let his smirk grow slightly and the clerk snorted as he tapped the bills down on the counter. “How much is that room regular?” He grinned as he pulled out his wallet again

“About eighty bucks on a good night. So I thank you for this.” He lifted the wad of extra bills and Flint laughed with him, watching the male take the extra and put it in his pocket. “Which means give me an even forty for your room and we can call it square.” The clerk jerked his head at his wallet and Flint grinned pulling out another eighty.

“Tell me which forest is the thickest and easiest to get lost in and we can keep this between us.” He set the bills on the counter and the clerk’s eyes shined at the presence of the extra money.

“Sleepy Peak is pretty thick in the forest department but stay well away from the river that cuts between it and Barrow’s Mountain. The folks up there don’t take kindly to strangers.” The clerk said it off handedly and Flint hummed his agreement.

“Will do. Easy for me to sneak back down the mountain from up there?” He asked it casually and the clerk let out a bark of laughter.

“Fuck yah.” He grinned as he took the money. “If you ain’t local you won’t know up from down in those trees.”

“Perfect. You're speaking my language.” Flint tucked his wallet back into his pants before grinning at the clerk. “Let’s say you give me the key to my room, I drop off the leech’s luggage, and you take me to the closest bar for a top up?” He gave the man a companionable grin and the clerk gave a quick nod.

“I am fucking thirsty and I get off shift in like twenty minutes.” The clerk looked positively excited with the prospect and Flint could only imagine the extra cash was burning a hole in his pocket. He handed Flint a key and grinned wide at him. “I put you on the other side of the motel. I don’t blame you not wanting to hear those bloodsuckers fucking all day.”

“Good man.” Flint grabbed the key and saluted the male before heading out to the SUV. He grabbed Kenni and Lastor’s suitcases before moving up the stairs to their room. The first rays of sunshine were starting to break the horizon and he quickly knocked on the door.

“I am so sorry that foul werewolf swindled you like that!” Lastor sounded perfectly aghast and He yanked out his wallet. “Let me recoup you!”

At the words Flint threw on a charming smile. “No worries about that, good sir. I’ll pay for it out of pocket. Anything for our two honeymooners.” He lifted the suitcases. “How’s about I drop these off in your room and we close the door before we start getting tan lines?” He made a show of looking at the rising sun and Lastor nodded quickly.

“Good thinking! Please come in! Set the suitcases on the bed.” He said the words as he moved out of the way of the door. Flint quickly walked inside, waiting for the door to lick shut. As soon as it did, he tossed the suitcases on the bed. “What did you learn?” Lastor was immediate by his side and Flint pursed his lips slightly.

“He says to go up Sleepy Peak and to keep away from the river between it and Burrow’s Mountain. Says the folks up there don’t take kindly to strangers.” At the words Flint rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. It made his skin crawl to try and buddy up to someone who could potentially be killing and or eating humans alive but the mission was paramount. He needed to get more information about the area.

“So we head up Sleepy Peak way and then cut across when we are out of sight of town.” Kenni came out of the bathroom, sweatpants and a tank top on. She was busy pulling pins from her curls and Flint nodded.

“Seems solid enough but to make sure me and my new best friend are going to the bar in like fifteen twenty minutes. I’m going to pump him for as much info as I can get and hopefully we can do better than free ball this.” He uncrossed his arms and Lastor grabbed his wallet, yanking out several hundred dollar bills.

“You conned me out of drinking money.” The vampire’s expression as serious as he looked at him. “You be fucking careful, Flint. We can’t be out there with you.” Lastor pressed the money into his hand and Flint nodded, lightly punching the Salus vampire’s shoulder.

“I know. This is just info gathering in a bar. Nothing will happen, especially if I get that clerk to be my new best friend.” That was the best way to go about it. Infiltration usually only required a singular person to be on your side in a new group. Once you had that, you were seen as somewhat trustworthy to the group. He had played this game before.

“Just don’t get yourself killed, okay?” Kenni said it sharply but there was edge of ‘if you end up getting hurt when I am through with you even Lastor wouldn’t be able to put you back together’ to her voice.

“I said that was last time, Kenni.” Flint threw her a look and she ctrossed her arms over her chest, looking descidedly not impressed with him.

“And the time before that.” Lastor stated it and Flint turned to throw a glare at the male before Kenni snorted.

“And the time before that.” Her eyes held a challenge to it that had Flint rolling his eyes.

“Shut it, both of you. I’m good. I’m even. As safe as mother fucking houses.” He uncrossed his arms, shoving the money into his back pocket.

“And the time before that.” Lastor mentioned it, sounding on the edge of exasperated and agitated.

Flint rolled his eyes harder, gritting his teeth slightly. “I’m out of here. I’m going to hang out with my new best friend and you two can sit here and stew about that.” He headed for the door and resisted the urge to flip them both off as he opened the door and stepped out into eh dove grey glow of the early morning. He closed the door firmly behind him. There was no need for them to keep bringing that shit up. It was over and done with and he was still standing wasn’t he?

There was nothing to fucking worry about.