So stay away from me.
Eliot thought it was too good. An annoying pestering turned into a great prank. Parker should be in his room by now, reading the ridiculous spiral he threw together to set off her suspicions. He stifled a laugh and threw down his duffel bag on the hard concrete ground. It was convenient that he remembered where the old abandoned warehouse was. It was the perfect spot since it was on the brink of town right next to a large forest. If Parker did get Hardison to track his location, she definitely would be hooked. Eliot tried to stifle his next laugh but failed at the thought of Parker's gullibility. Werewolves. This would be work but the hitter knew each second would be worth it. He scavenged through his duffle bag and dug out a couple of snacks. Since he didn't sleep much anyways, the hitter knew he would have a long night. Knowing he probably had a tracking device planted on him somewhere, (likely due to Parker's disappearances) he figured Nate would ask Hardison to put a tracker on everyone. Eliot walked around the warehouse long enough to make it seem like he was preparing for something. He stopped just thirty minutes shy of the moonrise. Grabbing ahold of only his necessary supplies, Eliot left the warehouse to start his hike/pretend I'm going to turn into a werewolf. Once a good distance away, he took off his shoes and jacket, certain that one of the two is where the tracker was.(most likely his shoes because he didn't really have much others, thinking to travel light). The moon was up at this point and Eliot smiled. After doing so, the hitter made painful noises and broke small tree limbs for painful bones cracking in case he had an earbud planted on him also. After, trying to make it worth while, he did his best imitation of a wolf howl and started to run. Once a good hundred feet away, the hitter circled around back to the warehouse. This was just too good. Parker will be so convinced. Eliot smiled at his own cleverness. Nate isn't the only mastermind here. -