Its been a long road.
"Ghost Rider Rampage in Chicago" the headline read. Not good. He knew there was another out there - but rampages both mean bad, out of control things, and give him a worse name than he already has. Not that he gives a damn about his reputation, but legal trouble he doesn't need.
Tracking the guy down took time. Quite a bit of it. For once, thank... well, some higher or lower power for hangovers. Thanks to the paper and reports, he was able to get it down to a neighborhood with detective work. Then down to a couple cheap motels by experience and guesswork. He's certainly been there. The rest was a bit of mystical tracking and intuition. He's not the Devil's Bounty Hunter without cause... whether he wants to be or not.
Nick learned to pick locks early in life. Useful skill sometimes. Went along with hotwiring a car and finding the security cameras without appearing to be searching for them.
By the time Austin comes out from being sick, someone is in a chair by the little alcohol table, feet up on the table, drinking his vodka.
"You're off to a good start, but you might consider whiskey instead of tequila. That shit'll fuck you up."
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