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Seth sighed and stood up, grabbed his coat, realised it was hot enough to cook a snowball outside, and put the jacket back down carefully.
'Always speak too soon, don't I?' He said to nobody in particular, before grabbing some random car keys and leaving.

Hitting the lock button as he got to the car park, Seth grinned as he noticed he'd taken the keys to an Audi A4, and looked back at Noelle and Marv.
'Alright, who's driving and where's the Morgue?' He said happily, walking towards the car.

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Marvin hadn’t left the bedroom for lunch. Instead, his nose had been stuck in the center of his notebook when he’d dimly heard his name mentioned. Then again. He frowned, looking up with his pencil stuck between his upper lip and lower nostrils and held there with no small amount of skill.

He dropped his head and subsequently the pencil as well, then closed his computer on the email he was trying to answer. He hadn’t even had a chance to change from his flight clothes. It couldn’t wait of course and since they were obviously waiting on him, he didn’t feel too badly in opening his satchel and pulling out something more suited to the weather.

He wasn’t too happy about having to leave his work behind. He was drowning in it at the moment and the last thing he needed was to go and look into whatever they were talking about needing to look into. He grinned as he slipped his lock pick kit into the pocket of his shorts (very dark blue, set off the tanned gold of his skin - because a man was always prepared to show off his skin, that’s just how it went in certain circles, even if one was into LTRs and all) and drew on a soft cotten tank top. He slipped his well formed feet into braided grass sandals before walking out into the main room, requisite sunglasses on top of his head.

With a big grin, he waved hello to the pair of people talking to Nick and goodbye to everyone else, his smile huge and rather happy.

It didn’t last.

Trailing behind Seth, Marv stumbled, caught himself, and with a sputtering cough, caught up to the other two. "Morgue?" he asked in horror. "But.. the smell of formaldehyde! It’ll never get out of my clothes!"

Considering the looks he garnered for his outburts, Marv sighed and looked hopefully back at the swiftly growing distant cottage. Perhaps someone would need him for something else? This.. wasn’t… Kundiman’s idea of a joke, was it? The phone privileges? This would mean war, of course. His eyes narrowed as thoughts of revenge spilled through his head, then he sighed once again in resignation and gave it up. There was no way he would manage to keep up the amount of ire required to carry a sufficient grudge beyond their vacation. He’d have forgotten all about this stupid move on her part and gone back into his childlike idolization of Izumi’s cleanliness by the time they were on the plane back home.

Folding himself into the back seat of the tiny car, the tall man gazed glumly at the pair of them. "You should have at least warned me. I could have brought my work with me." He pouted slightly and looked out the window then added, "I call ice cream when this is all over. It’s damn hot in here. AC please?"

And like that, the storm was over. Morgue it was. It would just require some careful bathing after and a nice swim to make it up to himself.

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The maid crossed her arms and walked behind the counter. From the living room, she could hear some guests have arrived. She reached into the fridge and took out the fruit desserts she made then placed them on a nice looking wooden tray. Izumi then went into the living room and placed down the fruit dessert.

The people sitting there were probably their clients, judging from the man and woman's clothes. She looked at Nick and smiled. " Mixed fruit with cream sir. Just the way you like it. " Izumi eyed the man staring at her. She sighed and placed her hands behind her back. " I have to go upstairs and check whether my " husband " is still in front of his computer. "

She turned to the guests and forced a nice, warm smile that could melt ice. " Hello. My name is Megumi Katsu. I'm the group's cleaner. " She bowed and went upstairs to Marv's room.

" Marv! " she knocked on the door? " Are you in there? "

Marv had apparently left without eating lunch. She went into the kitchen and stared at everyone who was still eating before making an announcement. In a low voice she said to the diners. " Quick. Someone needs to pose as my h-h-hu-husband. I can not concentrate when I know someone is staring at my chests. "

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Ri was nibbling and savoring Izumi's food when Kundiman had walked in on them and started giving orders. She was growing nervous about their assignments but when Kundiman said "yacht" she didn't mind so much anymore. Mermaids...so troublesome. But at least I get to be on a yacht.

"You can drive one, right?" Ri asked their mechanic. At the affirmative response, she asked, "How fast can we go?" At the sparkle in Sara's eyes, Ri grinned. Mixing pleasure with work was definite yes in her book.

Smiling, Ri turned to Izumi planning to ask for a packed lunch when she saw their maid return looking uncomfortable.

"Pretend to be your husband?!"

Curious, Ri stood up and went to check on their not-to-be-trusted clients. She made a show of just passing by to get to the bathroom. That small trek was enough for her to see why Izumi acted such. The man's eyes made her feel like she was some doll on display dressed in barely nothing, her for-the-client smile almost faltered. Shuddering, Ri waited a few moments, splashed some water then went back to the dining room, refusing to look into the living room again.

"Oh God, that felt...eww." Ri turned to Croix. He was the only guy left. The knight and squire weren't an option. "Help her out." She then turned to Sara. "Let's just walk the other way to our rooms."

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Kundiman laid down the job, and Croix knew just how to do it. Nines did say something about taking a vacation in the Carribean, and Lord knew he always brought his stash of weapons with him. That crafty bastard always came in handy! However, that could wait. The heavenly oriental cuisine completely had Croix's attention, and nothing would tear him from it.

...Nothing except for the angel that prepared it. Izumi came into the room, speaking in a low voice.

" Quick. Someone needs to pose as my h-h-hu-husband. I can not concentrate when I know someone is staring at my chests. "

Chests? Multiple chests? Like, four breasts? Wait, I'm looking too deeply into this, she needs my help, Croix thought to himself, swallowing the last of his stir fried beef. However, a curious Ri did a test run around the clients before Croix could move. As she came back, she gave the order : Croix's job was set.

"Sure, I'll do it. But I might stare at your chest. It's a pretty nice set," Croix said nonchalantly as he picked himself from the table, readjusting his equipment and walking over to his wife. "I owe you for the meal. Goshuu-sama, aaand...Can't leave a damsel in distress."

Gratuitous Japanese aside, Croix threw his arm over Izumi, pulled her up against his side, and trotted with her in tow out to the clients at the door. The first thing Croix noticed was that they were very, very beautiful people. Probably rich. Really rich. In his Godhand days, Croix learned not to trust those types. Usually vampires. Were these assholes vampires?

"Hi there! I'm our wonderful maid's everloving, everfaithful husband. Isn't that right, dear?" Croix gushed, pulling her a bit closer. The pretty man gave a look of slight disappointment, then started talking.

"Like I told the secretary, I am Reginald Morgan. This lovely lady is my wife, Donna," he said as his 'wife' scoffed. Then, Reginald's eyes turned to Croix, staring at his strange object and apparel.

Reginald Morgan...That's a vampire name. Is this asshole a vampire? Croix wondered, then he plastered a big smile on. "Oh, the outfit - I'm, ah, a big Castlevania fan, y'know? Sometimes my wife and I, we like to cosplay around the house. Haha!" Croix laughed, speaking out of his ass as Reginald returned a nervous laugh himself. "Y'know, Belmonts, vampire hunters...You're not a vampire, are you, Mister Morgan?"

The two shared a laugh, then Croix shot him a bloodthirsty glare, his free hand resting on the whip handle. Morgan quickly quieted down, and Croix could not let go of his suspicion. However, he decided to let Izumi handle the rest of the talking.

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"Well, you can drive, my leg's still messed," Noelle replied with a grin, "the nerve somehow got severed at one point so it is a lil dangerous for me to drive."

She was telling the truth, the doctor had somehow managed to sever the nerve in her right leg, leaving her with a limp. She cursed the stupid git for his idiocy, she would never have actually managed to do that. She looked at Seth and flashed a smile at him as she got in the passenger side, "the morgue isn't too far away," she said after a moment, "looks like our little chat will have to be put on hold til later."

"Hi there! I'm our wonderful maid's everloving, everfaithful husband. Isn't that right, dear?" Croix gushed, pulling her a bit closer. The pretty man gave a look of slight disappointment, then started talking.

Izumi stayed calm and smiled along. Apparently, as Croix was hugging her, his hand was making contact with one her breasts. This made the cleaner turn red.

"Like I told the secretary, I am Reginald Morgan. This lovely lady is my wife, Donna," he said as his 'wife' scoffed. Then, Reginald's eyes turned to Croix, staring at his strange object and apparel.

Izumi gave a little nervous laugh and stared at Croix with an eyebrow raised.

"Oh, the outfit - I'm, ah, a big Castlevania fan, y'know? Sometimes my wife and I, we like to cosplay around the house. Haha!" Croix laughed, speaking out of his ass as Reginald returned a nervous laugh himself. "Y'know, Belmonts, vampire hunters...You're not a vampire, are you, Mister Morgan?"

The maid grinned at Croix now but this time it was more of an angry yet embarrassed grin. Izumi pinched the man on one of his butt cheeks. " Oh poopy dearest! Why don't we walk back to the kitchen and I'll CUT you a nice salami and sausage sandwich with MASHED eggs.. "

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Sara had not been in the best of moods upon their arrival on the tropical Caribbean island, having been confined to her seat for most of the flight by the air marshal after a rather heated argument between her and the co-pilot. She still maintained the man hadn’t been doing his job properly and, had she been behind the wheel – so to speak, they could have shaved an easy thirty minutes off the flight time. She may have also called him a few nasty names, at which point the air marshal stepped in and insisted that she remain in her seat until they’d reached their destination.

But, by the time they’d reached the hotel, the entire event had been forgotten – by Sara at least – and the mechanic was back to her normal happy self. Unaccustomed to the heat of the islands, she’d been forced to strip off her customary overalls and had been wearing only the short pants and sleeveless top she wore beneath them when the group had entered the lobby. Where, to her surprise, she’d attracted the attention of some of the men around the place. Sara wasn’t familiar with people looking her up and down as if undressing her with their eyes. Most of the time she was covered in grease and wearing baggy overalls, not exactly a flattering look for anyone – though she was sure Kundiman could have pulled it off. She didn’t much like the new attention she’d found and hugged her bag to her chest self-consciously. Then Kundi came down the stairs and all was right with the world again. All the male eyes in the room – and quite a few female ones – were fixed firmly on their leader’s behind as she tried to pass the group off as figments of her imagination.

Eventually, Kundi had reluctantly shown them to the house and, while the others were snarling for rooms and deciding who would bunk with whom, Sara marched straight up the second floor and found a balcony she’d seen from outside, leading off from a small open rec-room. Smiling at the view, she placed her duffle bag down beside her, ruffling around inside it until she emerged with a simple string hammock, a drill and a few sturdy bolts. When she was finished, the hammock was strung up between the railing and the wall (which she’d drilled into) and had been padded with a few cushions from the couches inside, her own pillow and a light blue doona. The whole setup looked extremely comfortable and Sara was just about to try it out when the call for lunch drifted up the stairs. Torn, she hovered between the make-shift bed and the door until the smell of the food wafted up from the kitchen and the decision was made for her.

Sara wasn’t quite sure how they’d survived without Izumi. The woman was a genius in the kitchen and her efforts were definitely appreciated. The young mechanic had just begun scoffing down her plate of food when the doorbell rang. She groaned.

Every. Single. Time.

They’d sit down to a meal and something would come up. Continuing eating at a slower pace, she listened to the conversation in the other room carefully and almost choked on a forkful of stir-fry when she heard Nicky call Kundi ‘darling’. Luckily she’d composed herself again by the time their leader came into the dining room to give them their orders.

Ooh, a yacht…I haven’t driven a yacht in AGES.

"You can drive one, right?"

Sara nodded emphatically at Ri, swallowing her last mouthful of Izumi’s fantastic lunch. She was fairly certain she remembered how to do it anyway…she’d figure it out. When the question of speed came up, Sara grinned and her eyes gleamed in a way she knew Ri would understand. She was quite sure the yacht they’d be provided by the agency would be able to be outstripped by a snail in a canoe, but she had all the time until they were joined by Seth and Noelle (and possibly Marv) to make…modifications.

"Let's just walk the other way to our rooms."

‘Sure, I just have to grab my toolkit,’ she replied and followed Ri out of the room. ‘Hey, do you think we should wear those swimsuits Kundi got us? I mean, in case we get questioned by the coastguard or something we wanna look the part don’t we?’

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Croix's faux blushing bride turned a deeper red as his hand apparently grazed her breast. Not that he was aware of it, but it was awesome. Izumi didn't seem to want to take the floor, so as Croix began to shift backwards, he felt a sharp pain on his ass.

This wasn't a cute lover's playful pinch, producing endorphins of pure happiness and increasing arousal. No, this was the deathclamp from hell. Croix's butt cheek was burning red, and he wasn't Domon Kashew. Biting his lip to keep him from screaming, he heard Izumi's final decree.

"Oh poopy dearest! Why don't we walk back to the kitchen and I'll CUT you a nice salami and sausage sandwich with MASHED eggs.."

Croix wasn't the most articulate or poetic of fellows, but even he knew when his manhood was being threatened. How much of his genitalia did she want to slay? First a Hades pinch, now a testicle taco?

Not wanting a premature castration, Croix snapped his fingers, released Izumi, and patted her on the head with a big grin.

"I've g-got to get off to work. Au revoir, my sweet!" He called with a wink. And with that, he walked out the door, whispering, "I'll be watching you, vampire," under his breath to Reginald.

Once outside, Croix walked down the road and came to a nice spot under the shade. Sitting underneath a tree, the slayer whipped out his cell phone and dialed a familiar number. It rang twice.

"Whah gwan?" The voice barked from the other end, thick with a Jamaican patois accent.

"Hey, Nines. I hear you're in the area. I need your stash," Croix replied, sinking into the grass.

" 'ey bway, whah yu mean 'hin di area'? Ah where yu is, Leon?" Nines responded. Croix could hear the ocean in the background.

"You know, the Carribean."

"Carribean a big nuh backside place, bway. Where du bumboclaat yu at?"

"The Carribean, damn it! I don't have time to pick and choose island names!"

Kissing of teeth.

"Aw, don't give me that, Nines. Anyway, you're at a beach, right? Where can you do business?"

"Raaasss....Yute, mi on vacation, yuh zimmi? ...Ras. Aight, mi have good stash heh-suh. Nines, K's, grenade-dem, han a rokkit launchah. Aight? Dat enough fuh yuh, Leon?"

"Yeah, that's great. What say we meet at the Jamrock downtown? Meet, chat, make the deal, y'know?" Croix got up, ready to seal the deal.

"Awright, awright, respec my yute. Jamrock at seven eveling. Mek mi pay unnu bak fi di time yu save mi ras back den. Gadspeed, yute," Nines said, finishing the conversation.

"Godspeed," Croix hung up and put the cell into his pocket. Then he headed back into the house, stealing into the dining room. He may as well ask if anyone wanted to tag along.

"Hey, anyone want to go to Jamrock and meet an old friend of mine?" He asked to the room, curious to see if anyone would accompany him.

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Seth found it hard to stop himself from laughing at Marv's outburst, and decided to take his mind off it by starting up the car and getting out of the carpark. Flicking the air conditioning on to the coldest setting, he looked round at Marv and grinned.
'Hey, sorry about that. You don't actually have to go in, we just need you to get the door open. You can wait in the car until we're done if you want. Come to think of it, you make a good point, I don't exactly want to be going around smelling like preserved dead bodies either.' He paused to beep the horn at a local driver and yell some comments out the window. That was one thing Seth hated. Bad drivers. Well, not exactly bad drivers, but people who drove like brain donors because they couldn't be bothered driving well. Opening the window, he sighed, and peered at Noelle. 'Hey, not that leg nerves are my expertise or anything, but i'm pretty sure that once they're gone, they're gone. Right?'

A few minutes later he noticed a sign that said the Morgue was just a few kilometers up the road. The place kind of reminded him of Halkidiki, back when he'd just joined the agency. Away from civilisation. Almost deserted if not for a few hotels and small villages here and there, with lots of dry forests and bushes lining the sides of the roads. He turned his attention back to driving again.
'Hey Marv, you did bring your lockpicking kit with you? I don't want to have to kick the door down if you forgot it.'
Considering this for a second, Seth noticed Marv made a rather strange choice for a lockpicking expert. He was one of the only people Seth knew who was taller than him, and honestly seemed too innocent to be thief. Well, not with those glasses off anyway. Maybe that was the point. Taking his attention back to driving (Or full consciousness anyway) He drove round a corner to find the Morgue.

'Well, looks like we're here.'

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