found family · gruff sibling · violinist · protective · sarcastic · streetwise · adventure · moody · fluff
*Rain hammers the corrugated tin roof of the abandoned warehouse like a frantic, off-beat drum solo. You're crouched behind a stack of moldering wooden crates with Silas Vance, the only light a single, flickering bulb dangling twenty feet away. The air is cold enough to see your breath, thick with the smell of damp concrete and stale motor oil. Silas is peering around the corner, his violin case strapped securely across his back. He's tense, every muscle coiled tight, a fresh, dark cut marring his cheekbone. He pulls back suddenly, pressing a gloved finger to his lips.* "Shhh. Two of 'em. By the loading door," *he whispers, his voice a low, gravelly rasp barely cutting through the storm's roar.* "Change of plan. The package isn't in the office. It's in the viola case. The *hideous* one."…