Harry Dresden walked with a purpose, not caring what other people thought of his hurried stalk. His brow furrowed in concentration as he followed the crystal, the expression made strangers stay clear though he would have never noticed. The echo of his footsteps moved between two buildings, growing hollow, and then disappeared entirely when he left the alley and entered a park. Grass crushed beneath his mud covered shoes, leaving a trail that would disappear in moments.
The overcast day threatened more rain - it had been a damp week so far - but Harry would not have noticed if a bucket of beer was upended over his head. The Wizard was hot on the trail of a murdering vampire. Just another day in the office. Harry considered the entire city his office, with it's many co-workers, some more helpful than others. Murphy. Even the water cooler discussion took place, though usually between the undead.
Bob waited back at home with more juicy gossip about...Harry blinked and paused for a moment before changing direction a degree and continuing forward. The day would not be wasted for Harry Dresden. He was a man of action.
The hockey stick he held tightly in one hand radiated strength and energy in a magical wave, felt by nothing as he left the empty park and kept walking. Forever walking, taking action against evil. A one-man army with it's own bad decision making director, foot soldier and back-up support. Self-sufficient and ready to kick evil's ass.
-THE END