Eric pocketed his phone once he'd hung up. His actions quickened. Made haste by Chance's last few comments. There was no need to ask what was wrong. No need to delay the moment further when his true objective was to get there by her side as fast as he could. No doubt there was worry creeping up within him. A slight discomfort at the tone of the lady's voice. But the situation was still under control. There was no reason to panic. Not yet and hopefully not anytime soon. Even if the moment was to be crucial, his line of duty had trained him to act calmly and be in control of the situation then to let them control him. It had been proven that morning. Proven that Eric could react quickly and make split second decision to situations.
Putting on a helmet while tucking another under his arm, Eric left his apartment. He'd checked his revolver before leaving and had secured it to the holster on his chest. Eric zipped up the jacket to conceal the weapon but left sufficient room for his hand to slip in for a quick draw just in case if there's a need to. Keys now jingling in his hand as he flew down the stairs. Eyes peering from behind the visor, scanning for surprises around the corners out of habit. Soon, he was sitting on the steel horse. It's angry roar rumbling beneath him. Weight shifted as he kicked the stand up and waited for a second or two to have his engine warmed up. Clutch still pulled, he throttled; quickening the process.
Once again the image of Chance flashed within his mind. His heart then skipped. He was nervous all of a sudden. Eric recalled the moment they'd shared in the interrogation room. Well, not exactly ...a moment.. but it was one of the scene where it could be considered as their time spent together. Only difference was, that was work. This however, this upcoming one ...wasn't. Then came the view of her thighs. Damn those thighs. But it didn't end there as the next memory revealed to him was the moment where she'd fallen asleep on that couch where he'd then laid her down onto her back. Her sleeping face came to view. Those eyes.. those lips.. and those...
Before any distraction could come to surface any further, Eric shook his head. Focusing more on the horrors of the beast that'd threatened him that morning. Especially from those green-eyed ones. So now he knew that there were more for him to deal with than that "man-wolf" thing. He remembered the coroner mentioning something about an Alpha as well. Supposedly to be the leader who'd controlled over these beings. Presumably powerful, Eric thought. But he would've to deal with it as the day comes. Living a day at a time.
Satisfied with the warmth his steel horse had achieved, Eric left the carpark and was on the road. He weaved in and out of traffic to make out for the lost time. Senses suddenly sensitive to the surroundings. Contrary to the situation he'd experienced in his apartment mere moments ago. He felt somewhat refreshing. Colors became sharper as lines grew more defined. His focus now wide and far, enabling him to see things in it's entirety. Granting him enough time to calculate things a couple of steps faster. As he neared Chance's apartment, Eric caught on a familiar scent. Hers. He frowned under his helmet. Surprised that he could pick up her -perfume?- so far off.
Eric made the turn.
Immediately his attention was locked onto the lady who was sitting on the green bench by the roadside. Her hands covering over her face. He took in the sight of the tight jeans as they wrapped around her curves. Eric knew who she was. Even when her hair was still wet and her torso was partially hidden behind her forearms, he could tell. He slowed down. Instincts then tugged at his head to turn, facing towards the alleyway as he felt blood rushing through his right arm. Impulsively reaching for his weapon as his eyes caught a glimpse of that emerald glow. He paused as it then disappeared, lowering his hand to grab at the helmet resting on his thigh and handing it out towards Chance instead. Rage returned. Almost as angry as he was when he was locked in a life and death struggle for that morning.
"Shall we?" Eric said in a husky voice as he tried to mask the anger from what he'd noticed upon his arrival. "We'll head into town. Here, put this on while we get on our way.." he continued.
Clearly his voice carried the discomforting tone and his body evidently told her that he wanted to get out of there as quickly as she'd earlier suggested. That would indeed be the case once Chance had settled herself in the seat behind him. Speeding off expertly as though he was riding a Superbike instead of a Harley. It didn't take him long to find a highway and soon, his iron-stallion showed them both the meaning of haste. Into the major city he entered. Thinking that the crowded city... or hoping rather, that the massive number of late night party-goers could at least help lower the probability of an unfortunate encounter. He'd deliberately brought Chance to the heart of the town. To a restaurant. It was't part of his plan at first. But he'd to improvise. Even the idea of sending her back home at the end of that night sounded bad. It would've been better if he could send her home the next morning... or afternoon.. Anytime but just not in the night.
That was his next destination... maybe.. His eyes searched for one nonetheless as he entered into an open parking space. No trouble locating the luxurios building in this part of town. His Harley came to a stop then and he silenced her into a slumber. He waited for Chance to get off before he did the same. Taking her helmet, along with his and hooking them up by the seat. Then Eric would gesture her towards the restaurant not too far away. A buffet style restaurant.