Reese couldn't ignore the words of the horrifically loud speakers, but her attention was firmly taken by the two men that were now directly facing her cell. She scooted back as far as she could against the wall, her eyes wide with terror, but the small cell gave her little room to maneuver.

As soon as the message was through, the men entered her cell, roughly grabbing her by the arms and bringing her to the hall. Her instinct was to struggle, to yell out for James, but she forced herself still. The least amount of attention she could bring to herself - or more importantly, to James - the better. As they cuffed her and dragged her along the hall, she tried to seek out which cell James was in, but could hardly see past the broad shoulders of those who were carrying her. She swallowed hard, letting herself be led along.

Stretching his arms toward the ceiling with a massive yawn, Morgan Selwyn leaned heavily against the polished bar. It was around one in the morning on a Friday, and the small pub was completely empty except for himself. Cleaning had kept him busy while the last customers had filed out but at last he was finally done. The manual tasks of washing dishes and wiping down the bar were a pain, but he had no desire to work magic to do it for him. The job was easy enough, and he had a hard enough time keeping his abilities secret from the owner and customers.

The fact that nearly everything that goes bump in the night has been after me for the past month or so doesn't help either, he thought, wiping down the bar one last time. Just the previous night, he'd had to conjure fire to drive of vampire on his way home. He could find no reason for the interest supernatural things seemed to be taking in him at late, but so far he had been capable of keeping them at bay.

Making his way around the irregularly placed tables and chairs, Morgan heads for the door. He arms the alarm and shuts of the light before he steps outside, locking the door behind him. Narrow concrete steps lead up to street level, and street lamps illuminate the night. It was cool out, and somewhere in the distance gray thunderheads rolled over each other in the sky. Turning towards his building, he starts away from the pub without a backwards glance. It was a fifteen minute walk if he kept his pace up, and he was looking forward to a shower.

As he walked, Morgan kept an eye on the shadows and alleys around him. He knew it was dangerous to be out on his own at night, there was no telling who or what would be after him next. Certain that they would find ways at him anyway, he took comfort in the fact that with nobody else around he could at least oppose them openly. He reasoned that this way, fewer people would know and he would have to deal with less overall.