( Hummm, What's the odds that Eaton can slip in there without getting shot. :/ Not very go at all. Don't even try it, Eaton!)
Eaton growled his impatience, as he scented nothing but hunters in the bar. He'd have to bide his time. According to the file, she frequented this spot often. If she wasn't already in there, she'd be sure to come at some point. He thought rationally, as he stayed in the shadows.
(Knockout a hunter, steal their clothes
