Back tracking. Tachibana, along with her Grandson Daisuke and Evan Lawson were staring at Leon as he was sitting next to his son. Peter recovering from a gunshot wound to his abdomen; the two were-foxes and were-wolf can clearly see that Peter is in his were-lion fursona.
“Leon,” Tachibana speaking; “while I can understand you want to protect your family; filling the hospital with armed men is not the answer.”
“And letting a mobster run around free and clear is,” Leon growling; “I’m making sure his goons don’t have a second chance to send anyone else over here. Or at my place of business,” Leon getting up to stare down the were-fox representative.”
“Did you see this man,” Evan holding out a photograph and handling it to Leon; “here or around your residence?”
“No,” Leon looking at the photo; “but I’ll ask those watching over my garage and home. Who is he?”
“His name is Chelnik,” Evan speaking up; “and he is extremely dangerous, Spetsnaz dangerous.”
“A what?” Leon looking confused.
“Russian special forces,” Daisuke responding; “we are waiting on a contact of Evan’s in Interpol for information regarding this man.”
“Any why is he here,” Peter speaking up.
“Chelnik is Freddie the Shark Parker’s bodyguard,” Evan speaking; “and possibly his hitman.”
“If he tries to get in here,” Leon growling; “I’ll kill him.”
“Not before he kills you,” Tachibana glaring; “stay away from the man or any of Freddie’s goons.”
“Are you going to stop me,” Leon getting up to stare down the were-vixen.
“If need be,” Tachibana growling; “remember the chaos when Randolph was informed of his mate being viciously beaten to near death?”
Leon glares; remembering how the werewolf rep wanted to eviscerate the were-rabbits that used bats and clubs to beat on the woman that was minding her own business. The group was from out of town and upset that the Seattle chapter of the Luna Brotherhood was hunting other weres for sport. The incident in which Alyssa Cooper was killed while Julie Stovall refused to play their game after escaping the Elder Council from her statue 1-A charges, murdering a person in the process; it put the entire brotherhood the world over in a state of internal strife.
“My son was shot,” Leon snarling; “not assaulted by a bunch of adolescent hooligans. I fail to see the similarity.”
“Daniel Parker and his father,” Tachibana seething; “are both normals. As well as his entire entourage. Because of them here in town, we are under a were alert! And let’s not forget that as of now, shifting during the Labor Day picnic is out as well as all the pride and pack gatherings scheduled. You better behave,” Tachibana hissing; “were-lion rep or not, I will not hesitate to lock you up if you decide to assault anyone. In or out of your fursona,” Tachibana looking at Peter; “get well soon Prince, and if need be talk some sense into your father.”
“Easier said than done,” Peter watching the were-vixen leaving; “dad is determined to protect his territory.”
“You think the threat of locking the lion-king in a cell will work,” Daisuke speaking; “Leon can be a stubborn jackass at times.”
“I know Leon can be headstrong Daisuke,” Tachibana responding; “but I will not run the risk of the town’s secret being exposed because he wants to stalk a shark.”
“So we have to have men not only watching the Parker’s,” Daisuke pausing; “but have them protected as well?”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Evan chiming in; “my suggestion is to watch them. Let them fuck up and face Leon’s wrath. Chances are he will do the country a public service. What’s one less mobster for the Feds to deal with?”
“How about the unending questions and reporters snooping about the town,” Tachibana glaring; “wanting to know what happened to Frederick Parker and his son.”
Evan was silent; unable to come up with an answer that could counter Tachibana’s point, he sighs as he passes by the maternity ward. Knowing that he won’t have the time to check in on his wife and newborn son; he looks at his phone to see a missed message.
“Shit,” Evan speaking; “the call I was expecting came by.”
“Regarding Chelnik,” Daisuke asking; “did they leave a voicemail?”
“No,” Evan trying the number; “I’ll catch up with you in a bit.”
Daisuke nods. Seeing that they are near where his wife is resting; he continues to walk with his grandmother as he leaves Evan in the hall.
“Come on old friend,” Evan listening to the phone ring; “I don’t want to play phone tag.”
“Hello,” Someone answers blearily; “who is this?”
“You should know old friend,” Evan answering; “you called me a few minute ago. Why didn’t you leave a voice mail?”
“Evan,” the man now awake; “its been too long. What do you need?”
“A favor,” Evan sighing; “you think you can dig up some information regarding a former Spetsnaz by the name of Chelnik?”
“Woah,” the man coughing; “that’s some favor. Why do you need the info?”
“He is running with a mob boss from San-Francisco,” Evan responding; “And I think he is the same Chelnik my Navy Seal squad ran into back when we were doing black ops operations in Yugoslavia.”
“Oh him,” the man answering; “The Hague would love to get their hands on him, what with the war crimes he committed. You have an E-mail address?”
“Yes,” Evan giving his work email; “you still with Interpol or did you retire?”
“With Interpol still, but this email is a private company not military,” the man responding; “what’s the deal?”
“Private security with Tachibana enterprises,” Evan answering; “we are assisting an FBI agent with bringing back a person to face charges in California.”
“Give me her Email address as well,” the man speaking; “this way my superiors won’t grill me for handing a file over to a civilian.”
“Ouch,” Evan chuckling; “that hurt. But the sooner you can get me that info the better.”
“It will take a day,” the man answering; “just try and keep out of trouble until then?”
“Trying,” Evan answering; “Maggie gave birth to my son last night, so I have going for me.”
“Congratulations then,” the man laughing; “you must be thrilled.”
“So is my daughter,” Evan smiling; “look I’ll let you go, just get me that file. I fear Chelnik might try and cause problems over here.”