"Just give us what you owe us, Ms. Ela," says Seth through gritted teeth, "and we'll let you go on your way." His other hand snakes out to grab her other arm, restraining her easily. Dylan continues to stare at her with his cold, calculating gaze, unblinking. "The faster you pay, the less painful this will be for everyone involved."

"Well, I'm sure you understand that we can't just take your word for it," Dylan says, his tone still calm but firm. "Perhaps it would be best if you showed us the money." He glances at Seth again, who nods slightly in agreement.

Both Seth and Dylan whirl around at the sound of the other cop's voice, their expressions shifting from anger to surprise. "Shit," Seth mutters under his breath as he releases his grip on the man he was holding. "Let's go."

They quickly slip back into the shadows and retreat down an alleyway, barely making it out of sight before they hear the commotion behind them. The sound of sirens approaching grows louder by the second, but Seth doesn't seem concerned.

"We'll find another way out," Dylan whispers, glancing around at their surroundings. "Stay here." He moves to sneak past ben, but Seth grabs him by the arm before he can go very far.

"No," he says firmly. "We don't need her slowing us down right now. You take care of this." He shoves Dylan towards ben, pushing them both against a nearby dumpster and pinning them there with his body weight.

Seth chuckles darkly, leaning against the brick wall of a nearby alleyway. "That little shit had better pay up. I've got other people to see after today." He glances at Dylan, who merely nods in agreement before taking out his cell phone and stepping away from the alley to make a call. They both know that their patience is running thin, but for now, they wait. And they watch. And they plan...

Dylan: Over the phone, his voice quiet but cold I thought you'd say that. We're on our way back to collect what you owe us ourselves. Make sure you're ready when we arrive.

"Damn it," Seth curses under his breath as he glares at the closed bookstore. "I was so sure that would be her." He turns to Dylan, who shrugs apologetically.

"Maybe we should try asking around tomorrow?" Dylan suggests, though he doesn't sound very confident himself. "Or maybe she's working a different shift tonight? We could hang out nearby and wait for her."

Seth paces back and forth in front of the store, his agitation growing by the second. Finally, he stops and turns to Dylan again. "Fine," he growls. "We'll wait. But if she doesn't show up soon..." He trails off, making a slashing motion across his throat. "You know what happens then."

Dylan nods understandingly before pulling out his phone and settling down onto a nearby bench to pass the time.

Dylan: "Come on, babe," he says with a pout, ignoring her anger for the moment as he crawls closer, nuzzling his face against her neck and planting soft kisses there. His hands roam over her body, seeking out sensitive spots to soothe and tease at once. It's almost like he's trying to gentle her back into submission with his touches.

"I think we'll do what we want, baby," Seth says with a smirk, crawling closer to Daptos as well, both of them forming a semicircle around her. They seem to be planning something, their eyes gleaming with excitement. "We've got you right where we want you, and this is just the beginning." "Remember when I said you'd become one of us?" Dylan asks, leaning in close to whisper in her ear once more. "This is your initiation, little one."

As the sun rises, casting an eerie glow over the city, Seth and Dylan step out onto the street, their eyes scanning the area for any sign of their young prey. "That little shit thinks he can outrun us?" Seth spits, his anger simmering like a pot left unattended. "We'll show him what happens when you cross the wrong people." Dylan nods in agreement, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, let's teach him a lesson he won't forget.

As they make their way to the job, they notice that there are several cars parked out front, including one with graffiti on its side, Seth takes out his phone to take a photo while dylan takes it as proof of their work. "You guys are good at this." *Dylan smiles proudly while Seth looks at the photo as if seeing it for the first time. *They arrive at the job site, Seth and Dylan donning their uniforms, cleaning up the spot where the car had been.