undergrounds | katherine please

1 - HILLINGDON

Arthur pays attention to things like police bulletins for a reason. He knows there's tampering but there are still patterns that emerge when you have a city as full of supernaturals as London is and if someone knows what to look for they can probably tell that someone's getting a little rowdy. When everything happens so close to the full moon, that's another clue, so Arthur has a pretty good idea that he's going to uncover something when he starts reaching out to his fellow hunters and contacts within Hillingdon. He starts asking very pointed questions about the werewolves and whether anyone's noticed anything and if someone comes into the office he's taken over they'll notice a portion of his board has now been taken over by fishy news articles and notes about the wolves.

2 - WEREWOLF TERRITORY

Arthur doesn't get much from within Hillingdon alone, so he ends up contracting a few hunters to go out and gather some information for him. That's just to cover more ground while he goes out himself and does a little snooping of his own. He finds himself at a few community centres and shops during the day, and during the night he finds himself at the bars that are run and frequented by werewolves. He doesn't quite fit in there but he does his best, keeping his head down and keeping chatter light so he doesn't draw too much attention to himself. Sometimes he's meeting a contact, but other times he's just trying to overhear something that might give away the plan of everything that's going on.

2a - FOR GHOUL

One of these particular nights he shows up to a bar and looks around briefly before he makes a beeline for the bartender. It's a short conversation - he describes the person he's looking for and the bartender gestures to the door as he tells him they've already left - and Arthur looks pretty perturbed as he turns away and curses under his breath. He knew this particular contact was flighty and he even showed up a few minutes early to try and catch them if they were going to bolt. The problem is, Arthur doesn't know now if he's been told on to any of the wolves in this bar, and if he has he's in a bit of a dangerous situation.

And he didn't bring a gun.

Well, fuck.

2b - FOR LAURA

The bruises haven't quite healed up yet but he looks somewhat presentable again, so when a hunter trades him a bit of info about a particular wolf who isn't following the pack directive, Arthur follows up as soon as he can. The best way to reach her just seems to be showing up at her work, so Arthur shows up later one afternoon after school's been out an hour or so. It'd be weird enough barging in with a bunch of kids still around, so they don't need to see his black eye. After he slips into the building he does a quick search of the classrooms until he finds her sitting at her desk. He knocks on the door frame and tilts his head curiously.

"Laura?"

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Now there's a face that's not supposed to be here. Ghoul's been keeping an eye out for anyone suspicious looking, and what a coincidence, it seems like he's found something.

He makes an excuse to leave the small group he's hanging around with and makes his way directly over to Arthur. Ghoul doesn't make for a very friendly presence by the way he thumps a hand heavily down on the bartop, half-blocking Aruthur in place. "The fuck are you doin' here? This ain't really your part of town." He's heard some rumors about intrusive hunters that he's not too happy about. Surely Arthur has nothing to do with those.

Arthur's eyes roll and he sets his jaw as he looks past Ghoul considering whether or not he can just brush past him and get out of here. It'd be better to get out quick than to deal with even this at the moment, but he's not looking to really start something.

"I was just leaving," he says, matching Ghoul's tone as he starts to take a step away.

Her ears practically twitch when Arthur enters her classroom. Immediately, Laura stands from her desk and pushes out her rolling chair. She strides toward him, smiling and extending her hand. "Arthur- hello, come in." She smiles at him warmly and gestures for him to join her in her classroom.

"I apologize- the chairs are child-size. Can I get you something to drink? I have a Keurig." Which was great for teaching, really. Actually, no. It was a damn life-saver.

Arthur hesitates, about to turn down her offer, but then he realizes how much his body needs caffeine at the moment and he gives her an apologetic smile.

"Coffee would be great, actually," he says, looking down at the chairs which are indeed child-sized and electing to stay standing instead.

Laura nods, and moves about to her cabinet, pulling out a tray of coffee capsules. "Is Dunkin' Donuts alright? I get them sent in from home." One of the things she missed about the East Coast was the massive amount of Dunkins'. It would be nice to share one with someone who appreciated it.

Without waiting for an answer, she pulls out a mug ('best teacher ever') and starts prepping the coffee.

"Yeah, of course," Arthur replies, raising his eyebrows in surprise. He's from the midwest but there are more than enough Dunkin' Donuts in Chicago for it to inspire a bit of nostalgia despite the fact that he generally hates chain coffee.

He watches her make the coffee, deciding to wait for her to start speaking or until there's a coffee mug in his hands. He doesn't want to put her off by starting in on such a controversial topic right away but he can't bring to mind any small talk at the moment to fill the silence. She's been polite enough not to bring up his face so he'll let her set the tone to begin with.

It doesn't take long until the cup is filled and she hands it over to him. "It's technically a latte, I hope you don't mind." She's absolutely as sweet as can be, here in a classroom surrounded by all manner of bright cut-outs and child-friendly decor. She's the last person one would expect to be a werewolf.

When the coffee's done, she hands it out toward Arthur, handle first. "Careful, it's a bit hot." Once he's accepted it, Laura looks at him over the rims of her glasses. "You're not just here for a continuation of our bar chat." Though she'd be down for a continuation of that, too. No, it's time to talk business.

He spares her a bashful smile as he looks down at his coffee. "No, I'm afraid not," he says with a touch of genuine regret. He puts his cup down on the desk beside him so it can cool down, and he looks at her frankly as he takes a deep breath to wind up for this conversation.

"I'm here because of Katherine Moore."

Laura takes his words in stride. She presses her lips together and nods. She's Katherine's second-in-command at this point, and while she respected the woman, some of her decisions lately, especially with regard to recruitment were not exactly.... what Laura would ever dare suggest.

"I see." She takes her glasses off slowly. "What precisely about Katherine Moore?" She had to tread lightly.

Arthur keeps watching her carefully. "I have a very general idea of what she's doing. I know enough to piece it together and I don't like where it's going. I was told that you might feel the same way."

Laura nods once more, but only slightly. "You were told correctly." Laura, somehow, had managed to become second-in-command in the East End pack. The Good Cop to Katherine's Bad Cop, she supposed.

Well, the problem was this: Laura wasn't really the Good Cop. She was, as student after student put it, 'tough, but fair'. She made it into a drinking game one night, reading student reviews. That had been a great next day- she'd nearly cried with relief when her students went to art class that morning.

"What do you propose we do about it?" Laura sets her coffee down and stands up so that she's on equal ground with him.

Arthur sighs as he shrugs. He has ideas of course but he can't push too hard here. Laura's a potential ally in this and he doesn't want to make it sound like he's out for all the wolves by saying what he really thinks about Katherine.

"You know the pack better than I do; that's partly why I followed up."

He looks out the window, trying to think of a good way to explain his position without being aggressive. "I get that she's doing what she's doing out of fear. I get that she wants to be in a better position for whatever's going to happen with the Nest, but... innocent people are getting hurt. People who don't even know about all of this. Someone's gotta watch out for them, so that's where I come in. From where I'm standing, this has to stop one way or another so I'm trying to figure out the most effective way to do that."

The diplomacy is there, and Laura likes that. She keeps her eyes on Arthur as he speaks, really listening to the words, the tones he uses. He's careful.

And more than that, he's saying exactly what she's been thinking.

"Arthur, I couldn't agree with you more." Katherine had the pack's loyalty. But so did Laura. "Katherine wants respect and power, but this is not the way."

"Exactly," he says. "So what I need to know is what do we need to do? It doesn't sound like she can be reasoned with on this, and it seems like most of the pack doesn't take kindly to outsiders anyway."

He gestures vaguely at his face. Damn wolves.

"They don't," Laura admits. "I'm astonished they've taken to me so readily." She felt like the ultimate outsider in their pack sometimes. The American former witch who was probably the only person in all of the pack that didn't own a leather jacket or motorcycle boots.

"If you know she can't be reasoned with, I have a feeling you already know what you'd like to do." She takes off her glasses for a moment to fix him with a look.

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