“No one’s getting hurt?” Trixy asked somewhat incredulously “Well, that’s not much fun.” She said and sat down in the comfortable-looking black leather chair in front of his desk. In that moment, the message from the wolf on lookout came through her communicator. Without missing a beat, Trixy continued conversing with Earl.

 “I had heard through the grape-vine that humans often come into this place but aren’t seen exiting. I original came her in hopes of some clandestine menu options, but your bouncer said you weren’t that kind of club. A pity, places like this were a lot more fun hundreds of years ago, especially in Paris. But, you sure have intrigued this old heart with the mention of secrets, as very few manage to hide things from one such as myself.” She leaned forward onto the desk, her elbows on either side of her chest, enhancing her corseted assets. “How might I be of service to you?”

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Marigold slunk down in the driver’s seat of the van, as to not be spotted. She kept weary eyes on the three figures exiting the van. It looked like they were trying to get into the club. One seemed like a leader that was chatting up the doorman, and the other two seemed more like backup men or followers of some sort. She pressed the button in her ear again “Three people from the van attempting entrance into the club, one seems to be leading them.” She explained briefly.