DISCLAIMER: I don't own Sam or Dean, but if I did... Well, my yard would be mowed.
A/N: This is a bit short, but I'm coming into the home stretch. Also, does anyone read the stuff on FictionPress? I'm thinking about posting a couple of my original stories there and abandoning my posts on Quizilla. Thoughts?
Anna stepped off the elevator on the ground level of the parking garage and glared at the horde of teenage cheerleader tourists trying to push past her.
"You can't get in until it's empty, you know," she muttered at the back of a bleached blonde. "Pendeja."
Dean and Sam smiled to each other, trying not to laugh. Lawrence stepped out of the lobby into the muggy San Antonio spring. New Orleans could get hot and muggy, but San Antonio felt like walking into a wall of water. Dean grimaced at the moist air and Anna closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, relishing the weather that made early April a balmy eighty degrees.
"Where do we start?" Sam asked, eyeing a homeless man screaming at a stack of boxes across the street.
"Right here," Anna responded and pulled the metal box from her bag. The men crowded closer as she opened the lid, and anna smiled to herself. Boys and toys.
"These are how we will stay in touch." Inside the box, nestled in shaped foam were half a dozen flesh toned ear-buds. "These are mini-transistors. They are also a higher quality than the communication devices the government uses." Dena shot her an 'Oh, yeah?' look and Anna smiled. "I've used theirs and these. Trust me, these are better. They use a microwave system, not unlike a cell phone, and maintain clear reception up to one hundred feet underground and through over forty feet of rock." Each man reached in to grab an earpiece. Anna grabbed her own, flipped an almost microscopic switch. The men followed suit before placing their receiver in their ear.
"In open air they have a clear signal for up to five miles. Cell phones and radio signals have a minimal effect on the technology. The only real problem I've ever had is volume. They don't have an adjustment, so they tend to be a little loud. I'm working on that, though."
Dean and Sam were impressed. They had no idea Anna was this well equipped for hunting.
"You developed these?" Lawrence asked.
"With Bill, yes. He helped me with the more technical end of things during his last visit. Dad and I just tweaked them a bit as we discovered new problems or thought of something else we wanted the technology to do."
"Who's Bill?" Sam asked from down the street, testing the new gadget. Anna laughed and the group moved to catch up with Sam.
"My brother. He doesn't hunt."
"Why not?" Dean spoke up for the first time. Anna met his gaze before glancing at Sam and smiled, looking away.
"He wanted a normal life with a degree and a job and a wife. He didn't want to worry about his girl getting hurt because of the family business." Anna crossed the street and led the way down to the Riverwalk.
"Okay, here's the deal." Anna's tone changed the mood. "Tibbs, you and Sam will take the Convention Center side, Dean and I will take the mall side. If you see Bernard, be careful. The Den couldn't tell me if they suspect him to be armed. Do you need a gun?"
Lawrence shook his head and pulled his coat aside to reveal his weapon. Anna nodded and looked at her watch.
"Keep in contact and we'll meet for dinner at 6:00 beneath the hospital."
"Where's that again?" Lawrence asked.
"Dick's."
"I love that place," Dean grinned. "Cool hats."
Sam smiled and Anna laughed.
"Okay let's go. Be careful."