Ian sat quietly in the hotel room that he had gotten just the other day. Right after deciding that he was going to stick around a bit longer to plan his next move. Chewing on his lip in frustration. With minimal concentration on the task that he had been doing before he had just given up. Leaning back on the chair with his laptop right in front of him on the small dark plastic table that he figured was painted to look like it was made out of wood. Judging by the way that it sounded with the tapping of his bored and annoyed fingers. Letting out a heavy sigh, shaking out his head, sitting forward in his chair to put all four legs back down on the tan carpet. Giving the laptop a silent glare as if it was the one that needed to answer for all the trouble that he was having when he was a hunter. 

He had made it in this small town just in time to find out that another, much older, hunter had gotten to the job before he did. To Ian, he had been seeing this all over the place. He would find a job close by, then, right when he got there. Someone else had already done all the work. Patted him on the back while telling him that he didn't have to worry about the bady any longer. That they took care of it. He was starting to get sick of all the more experienced hunters treating him as if he was still just a kid. He might have been young, more spry. He was determined to show that he was his father's son. That he would leave up to the Cosden hunting name. Even if he had to do it all on his own.