Max came to the small deli that they had agreed to meet at.

He'd never eaten there before, but he'd passed it by many times. He hadn't put much thought in this meeting location and was at once wishing that he'd picked another location. It seemed that this Deli was a rather popular one, even though it was small. There was a line extending out of the door and the interior was filled with people clamoring for their purchases.

Max stood outside of it, not sure if the man he was supposed to be meeting would have tried waiting inside or not. It was doubtful that he would have been able to stand for an extended period of time in that crowd of people before someone asked him to leave due to not buying something.

As Max paused outside of the shop, a human women scowled at him as she pointed behind her and stated that the back of the line was that way.

Max paid her no mind and turned to search around him. He still felt like someone was watching him.

He couldn't stand that feeling.

As he was searching around him, a man that he recognized began to make his way to him from across the street. It was the accountant that he'd met during the meet up with Colin.

Max stayed where he was, watching the man, whose name he couldn't remember, make his way over.

The balding man wore a suit and a nervous smile. Behind him another man stood watching. Max assumed that was a member of Mathew's pack. Max's attention stayed on that man that was watching from across the road.

The accountant came to stand before Max and offered his hand in the customary shake. Max glanced at him from the corner of his eye before shifting his attention back to the pack member, ignoring the outstretched hand.

The man gave a nervous laugh before pulling it back.

His smile became more strained as he made to say something.

Max cut him off, watching his from the corner of his eye again.

"How many people did you bring with you?"

The man paused, put off by the sudden inquiry.

"Uh- just-just Henrique, there." The man gave a half completed gesture toward the opposite street.

Max noted his seemingly honest expression, but was still unsure. He turned to face him.

"No one hidden and watching from afar?"

The man blinked, then rapidly shook his head. "N-no. I don't think so."

Max continued to stare at the man. He saw that he was making him uncomfortable, but didn't shift his gaze.

The man seemed like he didn't know how to take the scrutiny and fidgeted in discomfort.

Max shifted his gaze from him, finally and the man let out a relieved sigh. Before he could react, Max began making his way toward the pack member on the opposite side of the street.

The man that he'd been speaking to paused before hurrying to follow behind.

Max approached the pack member. The man, a thinner and shorter man than Colin, straitened up as Max approached.

Max didn't waste time with pleasantries and got straight to the point.

"How many people did you bring with you?"

The man, who looked younger than the accountant; maybe in his early twenties, glanced in confusion at the accountant and then back to Max.

He shook his head as he shrugged. "Me."

Max gauged the kid's expression. Of course, the two of them were probably roughly the same age in reality, but Max had a habit of thinking of anyone that didn't look older than thirty as younger than him.

After all, despite the fact that he looked around the age of eighteen or nineteen, he was almost forty in human years. Gauging werewolf ages could be difficult if you just relied on someone's looks alone.

The "kid" seemed to be telling the truth and a bit put off with Max's question.

Max shifted his gaze and glanced around them once again.

The feeling of being watched was fainter than before, but still present.

"Is something wrong?" The accountant asked.

Max ignored his question and continued to peer around, searching for the source of his discomfort.

After looking and only seeing faceless human's around him, Max gave up on the search and turned back to the two that were quietly waiting for him to answer.

He shook his head. "No."

The two looked at each other, clearly not believing him.

Max didn't care if they believed him. If it wasn't one of Mathew's boys, which it was looking like it wasn't, then it was none of their business. He wanted to keep the surrounding pack out of his business as much as possible. Inviting them in would only cause him more trouble.

Max ignored the uneasy looks from the accountant and the curious ones from the kid and turned to walk away. When he found they weren't following him, he paused, tossing words over his shoulder.

"Let's go."

The two hurried to follow him after realizing he wasn't going to be giving them any information about what was going on.

They came to a used car dealership. It wasn't one that could be considered nice. Really, it was a mechanics garage that occasionally sold cars that they bought from their original owners after the owners were fed up with fixing them time and time again.

There were a few new models available, 2010 and newer and only a single car that was from the early 2000's. The garage was the closest to the deli. Originally, Max chose this one because they'd had a late nineties model that he'd been interested in a few days prior, but it seemed that it had been sold before he'd gotten there.

Max frowned, but made his way to the office to ask about the older model car.

An older man sat behind a cluttered desk. There were out of place awards sitting on the multiple shelves that lined the walls. They read "Pension Oklahoma Annual Drag Race Competition." There were some for fourth and third place, one for second and a few for participation. The seemingly newest one was for third place and stated that it was their 25th annual drag race. Looking around, it seemed the little shop had been involved in the race since it's conception. There were photo's of the competition lining the walls and the shelves, along with some of the owners of the shops family and the various cars they'd worked on. A few older model car photos hung beside the door with the owner under the hood or standing beside them smiling.

A door lead into the garage part, a wooden sign hung over it with letters burned into it reading, "Life's a Drag".

The older man wore a greasy white shirt, a half eaten sandwich sat on a paper bag. The bag had the name of the Deli they'd met at before on the side.

The man was on the phone when Max walked in.

"Yeah….No, I know….I mean, it costs more working with them sometimes, but I can't stand that bastard at Benson's…..Well, he's rude. My thing is this, if I'm spending money in your shop, don't be an asshole. I'll take my business elsewhere. Not like they're the only business in town…."

He glanced at Max and gave a placating smile before returning to his call.

"Yeah….Well, do what you want, but I don't work with anyone else. They get me the right parts and for a good enough price. It's a small shop, so they can't always beat other's prices, but I'd rather deal with someone I like than an asshole, that's my take on it."

He paused, listening to the person on the other line. He laughed at something they said.

"Hahaha, yeah, well I've got to get off here. There's someone wanting to talk with me. Yeah….yeah….alright…..yeah…..ok, now, I really have to….yeah…."

Max watched the man trying to get off the phone.

"No, now…..yeah….uh-huh…."

He watched as the man slowly pulled the phone away from his face, continuing with more yeah's and uh-huh's before abruptly saying buy and hanging up.

He turned to Max with another smile.

"Haha, sorry about that. Some of these guys won't shut up once you get them on the phone and talking about parts shops."

Max nodded.

The man shook his head and stood up. He was over six feet tall and looked to be in his early to mid fifties. His jeans were stained from grease, though not as much as his shirt which was tucked into his pants. A leather belt stretch beneath his slightly protruding gut.

He extended his hand to Max.

"Jeffrey."

Max accepted his hand and nodded. "Max."

"Alright, Max, what can I help you with?"

Max nodded back out of the office. "Wanted to look at the cars you have for sale."

Jeffrey nodded with a smile. "First time buyer?"

Max shook his head, "I'm not the buyer." He said as he stepped out of the office.

Jeffrey followed him, waving to the two men standing by the cars for sale.

"Here with your dad and brother?"

Max didn't answer, instead pretending he hadn't heard the question.

They reached the cars and Max went to the oldest looking one. The price on it was $5,500.

Jeffrey shook the accountants hand as he reached him.

"Ah, the Subaru. Subaru's are pretty good for first time owners. They last a good while."

Max ignored the man and stood off to the side, allowing the accountant to take over for the deal.

The accountant, noticing that Max wasn't engaging the man, caught on and began to hash out a deal.

They went back and forth a bit, Max listened half heartedly from the side as the accountant tried to get the price down. He seemed pretty good at haggling.

Jeffrey tried to bring Max into the conversation, but Max ignored him. After a while, Jeffrey focused on the accountant and stopped trying to engage Max.

They worked out a price of $4,800, which both sides seemed content with.

The paperwork didn't take long, Max gave his license and signature and the accountant wrote a check. Jeffrey said they'd have to wait a day or two for the check to clear before they could come take the car.

Afterwards, Max and Mathew's boys walked away and went their separate ways.

Heading out, Max couldn't feel anyone watching him. He began to wonder if it had more to do with Mathew's pack than him. Still, it kept him on edge and he went ahead and doubled the amount of bus rides he took in order to be sure that he was in fact no longer being followed.