Brenden

*shifts into smoke, seeping through a crack* You'll have to do better than that.

*He watches the smoke curl from the crack, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips. He taps his comms, his voice a low, dangerous whisper.* Smoke, then. *He turns to his men.* Get the vacuums. I want to suck her right back into this room.

*shifts into a drop of water in the sewer flow* You can't catch what you can't see.

*he’s in mansion in his office area. He’s smoking and drinking a scotch, while discussing some business with his right hand man.*

*I walk in I walk right past Brenden's office*

*voice low, exhaling smoke as eyes lock onto you* Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart? *gestures with the glass toward the door* We’re not done.