33 Apocolypse Ave, Wednesday evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Keeping in mind what she'd been told at the library, Isabel kept a wary eye out on the way back to Ronan's house.

She didn't notice anyone suspicious and maybe she was just being paranoid, but it seemed like the streets were a little emptier then normal.

Relieved to finally be back in familiar surroundings, Isabel poked around the kitchen and tried to figure out what to make for dinner.

[For the housemates or anyone else that needs her]

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"They're going to have to come through the kitchen door and go through you to do it, because until we have a better idea of what we're dealing with, I don't plan on leaving the house unless you're walking me up to the library." It was the best plan Isabel had to keep him safe for the time being. "So unless you plan on leaving me here alone, I think I'm pretty safe."

"Just twenty-four hours," she said quietly. "That's all I'm asking. Let's try and get a handle on what this is first."

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt shook his head. "I can't promise that," he said. "I can't promise I'm going to wait that long before doing something about them."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

He'd made his choice then.

Isabel took a deep breath and nodded. "Fine. At least eat some dinner first."

[blessed_twice]

His choice was to go on the offensive rather than wait. Enough people had already vanished. He wasn't going to watch more go.

"Fine," he said. He could wait until morning.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Proper tactics called for reconnaissance first. Learning the enemies' weakness so that it could then be exploited when you did finally go on the offensive. But Isabel had only spent six months helping fight a war on another planet. What would she know?

Subdued, she moved about the kitchen for a few minutes before setting two plates of pasta on the table for them. "Here, eat."