[Ishu]

November 23rd, Chicago; Sewer Entrance #17.

A figure wearing a pair of worn jeans, a plain wife beater and a jacket with thick boots was standing just inside the sewer system. He grunted and swat a fly away from his nostrils as he wondered when Elek was going to show up. He'd received the letter not long ago and came around but missed the leader of their rebellion.

He sighed and ran a hand through short, rich brown hair. It was pretty freshly cut and he was missing his ponytail but he didn't complain about it. With thick nails, he scratched at the scruffy hair shadowing his neck. Some of it was on his face as well but it looked a bit better.

Looking up the tunnel toward the entrance, all of his senses recognized Elek and he started toward him, "elek!" He called out, one hand stuffing the letter into his pocket and the other hanging by his side. The new person was with him, a woman, and she had a familiar scent that he couldn't quite place- until he saw her.

He'd never met her before but there were... things that were with her that was similar to other... things he'd come in contact with. Clearing his throat, he put his hand out for her to shake, "Amante."