Chapter 2

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"Neither do I... Let's just meet up at Joker's. Better than nothing, I guess." Jimmy sighed lightly, throwing on his coat and grabbing his bag before making his way down to the elevator, and out to his car. It was unusually cold that early morning, even for winter in New York, which wasn't a good sign, in Jim's eyes. It meant that something wasn't right. It always seemed to mean that.

While Jimmy got ready, Justin got on his clothes and ended the call, slipping his phone into his pocket. He was soon driving down 5th and Broadway to Joker's, a blade hidden within his fashionable leather jacket. He walked into Joker's with bags under his eyes and his silver wedding band on his finger, the inscription an anti-possession script written in Enochian. It was a gift from Seth Meyers, the inscription.

Jimmy drove quickly, weaving through the traffic as best he could. It was late, but that certainly didn't mean that there wasn't any traffic. Especially in New York. This fact got him thinking... If there are demons around... What will happen? Other than mass panic, will there be a death toll? This was something that Jimmy wasn't entirely sure he could handle. A death toll? That would mean blood on his hands. He had no clue if he could live with that.

There was a second of hesitation before Justin sat down at a table with a water in his hands, his body tense and his feet tapping away. there was so much to think about, especially because of his lack of experience. As far as he knew, Jimmy had so much to know and to teach and that meant Justin had so much to learn and to experience. He waited patiently, more impatiently really, for Jimmy.

The veteran Hunter heaved a heavy sigh as he pulled up to the parking lot at Joker's and walked in. The moment he spotted his best friend, however, he smiled. He couldn't really help himself. Jimmy walked over and sat across from the pop singer and looked at the poor man's tense body. "Justin, relax, man. It's alright."

"I dunno, Jimmy! I mean, what if Daniel and Jessica get in harms way?" It was scary to think about, really, and it sent chills up his spine. His love and Jimmy's family? That would be the worst. It was always the first thing he thought about when something came up. Well, other than Jimmy's safety. They were like brothers; Jimmy was more important than anything. Before he lost himself in his thoughts, Justin took a drink of his water and rubbed his eyes.

"I promise, Justin. They'll be okay. Jess knows about the whole Hunting thing, and if I tell her what's going on she's bound to take precaution." Jimmy reassured Justin. Of course, he wasn't entirely sure he was right, but he was going to make sure that his best friend wasn't worried.

"Yeah, yeah," Justin said, waving his hand around as if batting a fly from his face. "I forget Dan is a Hunter, too." He looked at his friend and smiled. "I love that we have our own little family of hunters. I think that maybe Winnie, Franny, and JC can make great hunters behind us. But, anyways," he hesitated, "what do we do now?"

"We have to get the kids to safety... But we gotta make sure that we know what we're dealing with, first." The comedian ran a hand through his hair and sighed lightly. "I mean, it's gotta be something big. Most of the smaller demons usually would have attacked by now."

"Should we ask Higgins? And Seth, maybe?" he proposed. "I mean, they'd know what was going on behind Late Night and on the 30 Rock stage." It was a good option, but then he thought against it. There wasn't much they did know about hunting. "It all depends on what you've been seeing. I haven't seen much. You called me."

"Well... I've seen a lot. And A.D. is acting off. I'm concerned... Miles has never been like this... Well, other than for 7th Floor West, but that was just acting. It's got me all shook up." Miles was the only other person in the entirety of Rockefeller Centre that knew anything about hunting. Higgins and Seth did know a few things like what hunting was, and to always have salt on hand. But A.D. knew almost as much as Jimmy himself.

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