His body language and mannerism suddenly becomes considerably less threatening, shrinking down to more normal human proportions, standing at about 6'7 instead of eight or more feet and the brilliant white tentacles retracting into his back.

He sifts around in his black trench coat with one hand, pulling out a black marker, then quick as a flash snatches her with a mix of hands and tentacles, holding up her arm up by the wrist with one hand and pushes down the sleeve with a tentacle, quickly scribbling something across her forearm before immediately pulling her into a playful hug, craning over her like they were doing the tango so they were face to face, instead of having him tower over her, A big cheeky grin on his face as he says "But no take backs! I take my deals seriously." Before letting her go and strolling off into the darkness with a casual wave and a quick "See you tomorrow sexy." before vanishing from view completely.

She stood there dumbstruck for a moment. The whole thing going by so quickly she hadn't really had the time to make sense of it. Did that really just happen? Was it really that easy? She thinks to herself for a moment.

She looks at her forearm where she sees a time and address written in a barely legible chicken scratch across her arm, with a few X's and O's thrown in at the bottom, ending in an x drawn over a circle, the typical Slenderman sign. She didn't recognize the address but that was irrelevant. She now had a time and place she knew a slender would be. She couldn't have asked for better luck.

She quickly hightails it out of there, coming to a street with a few scattered people before pulling out her cell-phone and hitting re-dial , the sound of a worried man's voice answering before the phone had a chance to ring twice.

"Are you ok! Did you really find one?!"

"Yes. I arranged a meeting. I have a time and a place."

"...you're kidding me."

"I never kid."

"And you're positive it was the real thing? Not some guy in a costume?" excitement and worry building in his voice.

"No human can move like that."

"And it agreed to meet with you, just like that?"

"Yes." she says, pausing for a moment before admitting "it surprised me too."

"Jesus Christ. How the hell did you pull that off?"

".... I promised it sex afterwards."

"They weren't kidding when they said this things name was Sexual-Offenderman were they."

"No. they weren't."

"Well, hopefully it won't come to that. Alright, hold on, I have to spread the word around. How much time do we have?"

"One day. Here." She takes a picture of the writing on her arm with her phone and sends it to him.

"Got it. Stay in touch. And be careful."

She hangs up, and quickly makes her way back to her hotel room, getting out her laptop before calling again.

"You contacted the first response team yet?"

"Yes, and I looked up that address you gave me. We have a problem."

"What is it?"

"The address is for a small café in the heart of the city. It's closed for a few days while the owner is off at his daughters wedding, but that's actually the good news, the bad news is just how incredibly public this place is. Even at night, or should I say, ESPECIALLY at night, that area will be swarming with people and cars. It will be a nightmare to try and close off the area without drawing attention to ourselves, let alone get a bunch of heavily armed men scattered around."