[center][i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ae4giOruFXs]Grab your gun, 
time to go to hell.
I’m no hero,
guilty as charged.[/url][/i][/center]

Béatrix found her way to the locker rooms and began suiting up for the mission. The first necessary piece was a Kevlar vest that she wore concealed under a black tank top that was designed to hold both of her pistols along her sides, and her blessed silver dagger between her shoulder blades. On her legs she wore simple dark wash skinny jeans and she draped a thin grey sweater over her tank top that had one button just under her breasts - it was loose, allowing for easy access to her weaponry, but it camouflaged her to not draw any unwanted attention on the streets. Carl rushed in just as she was buttoning up the sweater.

[i]“One more thing, before you leave…”[/i] he began, a little out of breath, he must have had to run to keep up with her, and he still almost didn’t catch her in time. Humans… Trixy looked up at him, her eyebrow raised in curiosity. [i]”I received a new tip about New York’s vampire society. Apparently, a lot of new vamps to the area, like our rogue, get directed to certain coven or clan heads and elder vampires. You know, to show them the ropes, so they don’t have all hell breaking loose in the city.”[/i] Carl was noticeably rambling and Trixy’s annoyance showed on her face. 

“Get to the point, Carl. I’ve got a rogue to stake here.” She said and he nodded quickly [i]”Right, right, sorry. Anyway, one of these people is a guy by the name of Solenne Nocturne. I haven’t had the chance to get his contact info, but –”[/i] The corner of Trixy’s lips pulled up in a reminiscent half-smile. “I know of him, we’ll be in touch. Thank you, Carl.” She said, the annoyance in her voice replaced by a warmer tone. Carl gave her an odd, almost affectionate, look before saying [i]”Be careful out there, Agent Wolfsbane.”[/i] For once, her alias caught her off guard, it didn’t seem to fit now that she’d let a wolf get away alive.

So, her good friend Solenne hadn’t gotten himself killed yet. He was an old vampire, just like her Francis, and his friendship offered wisdom and guidance, even during her darkest days just after Francis’ death. Trixy pulled out her phone and searched briefly through her contacts, when she realized, they hadn’t really been in contact since the invention of cellular devices. Nothing a little FBI sleuthing on the computers couldn’t handle, that is, if Solenne wasn’t too old fashioned to keep up with the times. 

Béatrix walked into the nearest office with a free computer and sat down at the desk to type in her name and security clearance information. Apparently, Solenne did keep up with the times, as his name, address, race, and phone number were all in the system. She punched the number into her phone and saved the contact information before looking back up at the computer screen. She suddenly had the urge to do something a little morally bad, and look up another address. Trixy typed in the name on her wrist, and in seconds his contact information popped up as well. She didn’t write it down, but the street address remained cached in her mind long after she logged out of the computer.

Heading downstairs and out to hop on her beloved Ninja, Trixy sent a call out to Solenne on her cell. As it rang, Trixy realized he might be sleeping – it being daytime and all, but he picked up on a the third ring. His voice was warm and polite, just like she remember it, it made her stomach stir with butterflies she’d thought had long since died. “SoSo!” she cooed into the receiver “It appears as though fate has found us both in the same city for the first time in decades. We should get together, there is something important I need to talk to you about, are you free today?” her thick old-French accent and nickname for him would be a dead giveaway as to who she was, no one else called him that but her.