The sun was set, the streets were lively, lights were starting to flick on getting ready for the darkness that was inevitably going to come. Everyone was going about their everyday life. There was always activity in the city whether it be day or night...from the outside, the visitors and residents were like busy bees...it looked pleasant. but.... from inside, in the darkest alleys, behind closed doors, in the unforgivable streets of the wrong neighborhood, the rancid smell of blood and rotting flesh, the sight of dust from bones and headless carcasses have become a norm as of recent times.

It's been 2 weeks since the killing of the three former heads of the three families along with the other revered members who were either next in line to be heads or main advisers. In each respected territories, members of these families were constantly talking about who could've been responsible? who they'd need to confront? what's the next step? will they be next in line to die? was it the humans that did this? was it a dirty member in the family killing their own? Who will earn the right to be the next head? questions continued to pile but what was certain is that soon, chaos would breakout if somethings not done and quickly.

Aries was just arriving to one of his family's place of business "The Social Club House" otherwise known as his most prized whore house his family head. Being greeted at the door, walking through towards his office near the back of the building. Upon making it to his office, a thought reached his mind. The same thought he's had since his Uncle and mother was killed, he thought about calling for a hired hand he's met in the past. Pulling out his phone, he looked through his contacts until finding the name Vladimir. Yes, this guy is another hybrid but the problem is that his loyalty lies only in money despite the fact that a race war was in the near future. Either way, regardless of his standings, it would help to have more strength on his side and at this point, he was willing to pay almost anything.

dialing in, he called Vlad. @BlackPanther

@King Tai
Two red eyes glow in the darkness as Vladimir 'shoots up' to any who didn't know him it would look like he was doing drugs. Even his inhale as the reddish liquid enter his veins would remind some as a drug addict. His eyes going from glowing red to their regular cool grey. A phone ringing breaks the silence causing him to sigh. He stands and finds the flip phone...ironically the only technology he owns besides a rather old looking laptop. He flips open the phone and stands there for a second. "Vladimir speaking." His voice holds its usual faint russian accent with a small amount of velvetiness that would cause many a woman to swoon if it wasn't for his normal sarcasm and smart ass personality.

@BlackPanther

Hearing his accent, Aries gave a chuckle to himself. Aries always felt that Vlad was trying to sound sexy 24/7. It was whatever though. Pouring himself some vodka in a glass, he spoke in a calm voice "Hey, Vlad. It's Aries Blackwood. Let me guess....you either have a girl on her knees choking from your chicken....or...you're shooting up like you're on that shit. I bet it's the latter. I betcha." he said with a confident guess "Look.....can you meet up with me tonight?"

@King Tai
"Or it could be both" Small chuckle. "Where do you want to meet" He pulls on a shirt as he waits for the answer. Since he is generally affiliated with each family he always ends up being curious as to what each member wants of him when they call. Though there are many a family member he hasn't met. He occasionally applauds himself for coming up with this line of work...especially since it was on a whim. "I should probably also ask when tonight as well" His hair seems somewhat mussed up...slightly more then usual, his silver loop glinting in the darkness of his house. His movements are elegant...predatory in nature. As if he can't quite hide the beast within himself.

Kaira hung back in one of the many owned nightclubs of the Capers. This wasn't the best night to be out and she knew it. But she needed blood and she wasn't the type to take it from humans herself. She didn't have the stomach for it. Downing a shot, she watched the others around her. They were all tense and suspicious of one another. The murders had unsettled everyone.

There were no windows at all, no light from the moon the chilled metal of the bleak and hollow corridor, plates of thick, military grade steel that housed within them a mass of wires and circuitry designed to counter any sort of surveillance from the outside world. While it was a cool seventy five degrees outside on this beautiful evening, the halls were as cold as a morgue…and just as dead, but a little life would be injected shortly into this bleak, empty surrounding.

At the other end of the corridor, there stood two elevator doors that soon opened with a light hiss of air, followed by the gentle pattering of Converse hi-top sneakers across the barren steel floors. The person who had just left the elevator, an odd teenage girl with wild blue hair tied in sloppy pigtails, skipped down the hall while humming to herself some made up tune in her head, a cheerful fervor to her stride. She had on her typical style of clothing along with a bit of smoky eye-shadow, and as always her favorite kind of shoes.

Happily the strange girl hummed ambling down the hallway, turning left towards a door and gently nudging it open with a resounding creak. Her eyes, shiny emeralds, even in the dim candlelit glow of the room, trailed from the large, elegant dresser over to the queen sized bed, where upon it slept a woman with fiery red hair, a bit tousled from her tossing and turning in her somewhat peaceful slumber, her lips parting slightly to give a small glimpse of her own fangs as incoherently she mumbled turning over again.

The girl giggled, a grin showing off the tiny daggers of ivory in her mouth, and slipped into the room, climbing onto the bed and giving the woman a little shake, "Mistress, It's time to wake up."

~"Mngh....Wha...what?"~, The woman stirred raising her head from her pillow and turned over to look upon her young servant with tired yet piercing blue eyes, as blue as ice they appeared to the girl. ~"Already? But I was just having a wonderful dream?"~ She yawned rubbing her eyes and stretching. Cheerily the girl asked, "Ooh! Was I in it, Mistress?"

~"But of course you were, sweetie."~ The woman purred with a wry smile. ~"And Camille, you don't have to call me Mistress all the time. You're not my slave, darling."~ A sly wink she gave before slipping out of bed, dressed in only a silk negligee but it soon fell to the floor, revealing her decadent figure in all its majesty.

Of course, she didn't seem to mind the girl observing her bare splendor. After all, they were quite...close, to put it in better words. "Umm...o-okay, Rebecca." A warm hue of rose finding its way to her cheeks, Camille answered. Rebecca smiled all the more and sauntered to her dresser, pulling out a black lace bra and a pair of matching panties before slipping into them and making her way to her closet. Twas no surprise what her outfit would be, casual yet with a professional modesty. (just the blouse and sweater mind you. She actually wears a black pencil skirt instead)

As she straightened her blouse, Rebecca pondered of her new digs. She never expected her prison cell would be so lavish, given what it was. At least she wasn't sealed away in a coffin in some dark corner of a basement. That much she could agree on, but still...it was clear she hated this place. ~"So sweetheart,"~ She asked her cute servant. ~"Any word from Director Stone? I figured he would be the one to rouse me from my much needed sleep, the right cunt."~

"Umm...no not really." Camille answered shaking her head, pondering for a moment drumming her dainty fingers against her lips, "Hmmm...Oh! But he did say something about a lead on a vampire coven in the city. Apparently there's some kind of feud brewing between these three clans. I didn't really catch all of it when I overheard him speaking to the other huntsmen, plus he kinda...shooed me away."

Her eyebrow rose slightly at the message given.

~"Is that so."~ Rebecca mused sitting on the edge of her bed, slipping her feet into her heels. ~"Well then, my dear, I guess we have a whole new hunt on our hands."~ She stood up, sauntering over to her dresser and opening the third drawer down, not expecting to find undergarments or any of her lingerie she saved for her sweet Camille, but instead what met her...was a bouquet of devastation, an assortment of tools necessary for her...nightly hunts. From the drawer she fetched a few throwing knives and a simple dagger, slipping them into her garter under her skirt, three small vials of holy water, and her main weapon, a silver and nickel plated Beretta 92fs Inox, loaded with special made 9mm bullets, forged from a silver cross donated by St. Thomas' Holy Church in Manhattan. She loaded a fresh magazine into the pistol and cocked back the slide, flipping it on safe and stowing it as well underneath her skirt in a special holster strapped to her thigh.

Then from the room she ventured, the cute little thrall following behind her.

@BlackPanther

From his retort, Aries slightly shook his head on his end, as now was not the time for pleasure. He was in a bind and he needed security and answers. "Listen, just come to the Social Club and come right now. Just come to the front and tell them who you are and they'll let you in." He said. He was speaking a little fast. His phones were possibly tapped but he couldn't be sure. The deaths have made ones paranoid, especially for the hybrids knowing that being the strongest of the three families, it's a big deal when one of them are killed. It's an even bigger deal when it's elders who are killed.

@Allie

The Bartender, walked over watching Kaira, knowing full well how she could be feeling at the moment. It was scary, even as a bartender and member of the Capers, he feared that he was next. Cleaning one of the glasses, he finally broke the silence as the activity in the club was not as busy as usual but it was not quite dead either. "This isn't the first time this week I've seen that kind of face you're making Kaira. Want another shot....on the house the time? Hopefully bring a little relief..."

@Rusalka

It wasn't too long since it started to get dark that Rebecca's phone started buzzing with the name Stone, flashing on the screen. Usually, when calling, he send her off on another mission when he's received news on any strong supernatural activity. As of late, from what was happening, he was more intent on speaking to his expendable but special weapon and not the help but what did he expect from the blood sucking cunt?

@King Tai

She didn't even bother to answer her phone, for who else would so surreptitiously disrupt yet another peaceful evening? So instead, she let it ring, despite how annoying that constant vibration was. Business was business as usual it seemed, and certainly Stone would be sending her and her dear Camille out on another mission. She sighed to herself bothersome, sauntering down the hallway with the blue haired girl at her side, a curious expression on her face as to wondering why her mistress didn't want to answer her phone.

The women rounded a corner. Before them, two men who stood at a door locked with a seven figure security code, both dressed in all black fatigues with no patches or insignias adorning them, no affiliations whatsoever, the same with their black kevlar helmets and modular plate carriers. The two stern looking, muscular men stood erect, each gripping in their leather gloved hands American made M4A1 assault rifles. And beyond the door...who else but a bald, middle aged prick who thinks he can pull off a good Nick Fury impersonation, minus the eyepatch of course.

Camille, she shivered at their intimidating gaze, huddling closer to Rebecca. The woman glanced down at her, giving an assuring smile and a comforting arm wrapping around her lovely servant. She then gave a curt nod to the guards, which they replied back with, one of them turning towards the keypad on the door and pressing in the cryptic set of numbers. Within seconds, there was a beep, a click, and then the swish of the door sliding open, revealing to her and Camille a rather elegant office. But she wasn't here to admire the man's impeccable taste.

"Hi, Mr. Stone!" As usual Cammie greeted him cheerfully, the two taking their seat before the mahogany desk in two...rather uncomfortable chairs.

~"Well, you called me in."~ She said to Stone with a false yawn and a stretch. ~"Care to explain why you interrupted my lovely nap, Stone deary? You know how I feel about waking up early."~ An insolent smirk revealing a bit of fang.

@King Tai
Vlad pauses, that tone meant business. His tone of voice changes as well the accent disappearing."got it" with that he hangs up the phone. He sticks with the outfit he has on and pulls on his pirate style black boots. He then leaves walking at a pace that would be running for a human. He has only a dagger on him...since he is his own best weapon. Often people underestimate him, thinking he is weak...he uses that to his advantage.

Once he reaches the social club he strides up to the front. "I was asked to come here, I am Vladimir" his usual sarcastically look replaced with a stone hard look. An expression showing he isn't playing games. He is in his business mode, a mode Aries never got to see...should be interesting for him.

"My Name...? Its no longer important. I joined this task force to help clean up the scum that walk among us. Keep them in line they say in one sense, but the many of us who's job it is to do this. We know exactly what it means. You see I used to care about my old job. US Marine Corps. Lance Corporal. go fight in new and exotic countries the recruitment posters said... looking back at it now, there was nothing new or exotic about it. it was always the same Brown sand and dirt under the same blue sky. The different theatres we served in all seemed to blend together and the orders, the orders were a joke now I look back." Katya lit a cigarette as she leaned back in her metal chair. "You see it was always the same orders. Go here and clear out these insurgents. insurgents. it always made those people sound worse. Propaganda made the lot of them seem like they were terrifying and were well equipped. But when we got there, it was a different story. At first they used primitive weapons. they might as well have thrown rocks at us for all it did. it was only after others started supplying weapons to them that we actually had to fight these people. I remember the day I lost all respect for those people I used to call friends. when my best friend dove on a grenade to save our unit, they stood there and called her stupid. Stupid to have sacrificed her own life for the sake of the unit. Stupid to have saved two young village boys. Stupid to have been proud to die so that WE could be safe. That day I lost all respect. I lost all morals. The only thing I cared about was ending my tour and drinking my sorrows away. Luckily, well I guess you could call it luck, our CO General Lyons took a sniper round too the back of the neck, severing the spines connection to the brain. I may sound sadistic and twisted for saying this, but I'm glad the first bullet killed him instantly. No pain. No suffering. Just blackness as the life faded from his eyes. I've seen people. People I cared about drown, choke on there own blood. So to see him go so quickly, was a blessing in my opinion. Our entire unit was immediately taken from active duty. I handed in my resignation. two days after my best friends funeral. I couldn't watch youngsters get them self killed due to the actions of our superiors. You know the British had a saying during the Great War. Dulce et Decorum Est Pro patria mori. It roughly translates to It is sweet and glorious to die for your country. Its a load of Bullshit and ill give you that opinion for free." She put out the cigarette and walked over to leave the room So excuse me if I sound as though I don't give a shit if the head of the mobs family have been killed. I've got enough shit on my plate as it is. Need help with that call the UHC. Don't come and find us out to come deal with them." As she left she nodded to the barkeeper who gave the man who had found Katya out the bill for her drinks, but before he could turn to her and protest she had gone. Slipped away into the shadows of the night. Rage and Torment filling up her soul as she made her way back to her bunk at the UHC.

Cadence was lost among the jostling bodies. While the more beastly and undead patrons seemed more than a little stiff tonight, the humans that came to play were more than willing than to get lost in the darker side. And Cadence welcomed them with open arms. Her body was barely enclosed in vinyl and netting as she all but screwed the man she was dancing with. Their hands had thoroughly explored each others curves and crevices, both hungry. He was all wicked grins, assuming, like many, that she was too drugged or drunk to really care what happened to her. However, this wasn't the case, she was far too transfixed by his scent of type-o blood laced with meth. It was positively enthralling.

While attempting to make their way to the back door, they bumped into patrons at the bar and for a fleeting moment, Cadence saw Kaira, a regular who seemed far more reserved than herself.

@Allie

@King Tai

Kaira blinked at him slowly as she thought. "Yes, thank you. That would be great, actually." She slid her glass in front of him for a refill. Even though the club being quieter than usual emphasized the tension between the patrons, she certainly didn't mind the additional silence.

@Bryn

Well, not everyone was tense. Kaira looked up from her drink to see Cadence and the human male she was "dancing" with. She allowed the corners of her mouth to briefly upturn into a small smile before resuming her normal, blank expression. Well at least someone is having fun tonight.

When Jun came to himself he was sitting in his chair in the office. His workplace was a mess, files were everywhere: on the desk, the chair and even the floor. Standing next to him was his female co-worker, who was trying to get Jun's attention.
"Back from the dead I see? You know that it's far past official work time?... Are you still poring over that old case? It's been closed long ago for good, you should finaly give up on it... Ugh and open a window at least, all this smoke, it's like a coffeeshop in amsterdam in here!"
Instead of doing as he was told, Jun remained in his seat and lit up another cigarette. His co-worker sighted before she walked to the door "I give up, but remember this: If you keep up this irresponsible attitude you'll die eventually." then she left.
Jun slowly breathed out some smoke, the words of his co-worker left a bitter sweet taste in his mouth. ..Such ironic words..
He stood up from his chair and walked over to the window. The rain was pouring down glass as he stared out of the window. Rain always calmed him down and helped him thinking... "I really should open a window..."

@BlackPanther

Earlier when Vlad was on his way, Aries told the guys up front that Vlad was heading there and to let him in once he introduced himself. The guy at the door gave him a nod, stepping aside, allowing Vlad to come through. The smell of marijuana and cigarettes was in the air inside, music was playing and the very sounds of moans and groans behind closed doors were heard. Aries waited for Vlad while he had his foot on top of his desk, casually drinking his liquor.

@Rusalka

Upon hearing the sliding doors from the dialed code that was put in, Stone watched on from behind his desk, the two ladies entering his office while he displayed a rather jaded expression, almost as if nothing surprised or interested him. With his elbows resting on the surface of his mahogany desk, his face hid behind his intertwined fingers giving a stern stare while hearing out the greeting from Cammie as they took a seat. Being his usual self, he didn't bother returning the greeting. There was no room for friendly conversations...especially with with freaks of nature.

Hearing Rebecca get straight down to business, already starting off by giving him a little lip. For a moment, he stared on before lowering his hands and spoke. He cleared his throat "You'll have to excuse me, I've misplaced the fucks I give about you and your sleep. And last time I checked, I don't have to explain anything to you. I call, you answer and you do what you're told. Simple as that. and next time, answer the phone. I'm sick and tired of you sending your little dike slave to relay messages that are confidentially for your ears only." He spoke bluntly and with a straight jaded expression. "Now...if you're done giving me sass, I have another assignment but...it's not like your others. I received the report about your last assignment involving the werewolves you were sent to eliminate in Seattle and I realized that you didn't find the alpha of that group. But....I'm not sending you to find the alpha...I have someone else taking care of that...instead...there's someone else I want you to find."

@Allie@Bryn

"Here...how about my best kind...AB negative....I'm sure it will take the edge off by having this." pouring some of the blood in her glass while checking out Cadence who was with a human male "Another one Cadence?" he asked her seeing this was a regular thing with this girl being around these human males. "What are both of you girls getting into? besides trying to find things to take your minds off our issues?

@King Tai
Vlad swings through, his strut replaced with a confident walk. His expression blank. He stands in front of Aries and tilts his head. "What business do you need?" the tone a cold one. His russian accent all but faded into the background. His posture different from what aries would be used to. This is the business side. the side only seen when he gets a call for a job. It is also the side that is extremely good at getting the right deal, and why shouldn't he be. He has been around for long enough. Rumor saying he was around before some of the elders were even elders. Though that couldn't possibly be true. His visible eye peers at Aries, a predatory look. This side of Vlad could definitely be terrifying...probably because it was perfected when he was a pirate.

@King Tai

"Hey, you jerk!" Camille squeaked immediately at the mention of dyke, her fangs bared towards the bald headed bastard acting so smug. Honestly, how did Rebecca put up with such a despicable mortal as Stone? She was about to leap from her seat and pounce on him, but with Rebecca placing her hand out before her and giving her a stern yet sincere look, she slumped back in her chair grumbling to herself and pouting. ~"Please refrain from your homophobic slurs, Director Stone, especially if you're going to spout them at my sweet Camille."~ Had she not been the refined older woman she was, then certainly for insulting her beloved, his office would be painted a new coat of red, courtesy of Rebecca's bare hands tearing the skin off his flesh. ~"And as for those so called fucks you misplaced, maybe you should check your backside, dear. Seems to be where you keep your head all the time."~ A cheeky smile she gave to punctuate that burn. This was the typical meeting between them, a few insults and sneers tossed back and forth until finally getting down to business, and about damn time too. Rebecca was starting to grow bored.

Of course he had to mention her last outing, how it ended in disaster practically. The very thought of it made her crinkle her nose and cut her eyes in displeasure. Three men dead, their entrails torn from their bodies like cheap tissue paper easily, just as easily as their kevlar vests was shredded, blood and sinew splattering the place along with the raucous racket of painful shrieks and howls amidst a litany of automatic gunfire, the symphony of destruction ever composed so...unsettling. And of course she had that damn Alpha in her sights. It's only when Stone's men, intervened on his behalf, that the mission went straight to Hell with everything. She would've mentioned it, but for now she kept her qualms, crossing her legs and eyeing Stone with a mute expression.

~"Then we might as well stop pandering around it then, shall we? So, who's the unlucky creature who gets to taste my blade?"~ Someone else in mind? A vampire? Another werewolf maybe? It didn't matter to Rebecca. As long as these...menial tasks were but footsteps away...from finding him.

@BlackPanther

The moment Vlad came in, Aries realized that the air was a bit different around him. Something more serious but business like...something a bit more tense. With a raised eyebrow, Aries small cracked grin on the corner of his lips formed. He was interested in what he was witnessing her, perhaps, he may be able to get his fellow hybrid to have the same serious view on the matter that's happening. "Well look at you getting straight down to business." gulping more of his vodka, placing it back on the surface of the desk.

"I'm sure you're aware of the crisis that's happened involving my Uncle and mother's death being that they were elders. I've heard rumors that the Capers and Banes were hit as well and right now, I can't take any chances of loosing more man power. I'm also aware that you've worked for the other two families before along with our family but we all never used you against each other because of our delicate truce of nonviolence. But...that truce as of now, is probably considered null and void now and I at this moment, do not want either the Capers or Banes putting me in a situation where I have to kill my own kind. I want to bring you on our side...in a more permanent basis....hell I can let you name your price if it means you staying on our side for good. I need you muscle for what's to come. You are just as strong if not stronger than an elder but we hybrids are a smaller faction than the Capers and Banes when it comes to numbers. I just wanna know....can you be that one wild card that I can have in my hand during this game?"

@Rusalka

Hearing but not turning his attention to the feisty Cammie, Stone stared down Rebecca with her cheeky retorts mostly for insulting her beloved one. It was not a secret that both sides didn't like each other and that, if given the opportunity, they'd attempt to kill one another. Stone wished that either of them would try something like that but he knows they're not stupid enough to do that. Their fight would just get started as far as trying to escape the place with enemies endlessly coming after them. On the flip side, as much as Stone don't want to admit, he needed Rebecca's skill. She's handle some of the most thorny of missions that his human agents couldn't handle and they've gained much from the assistance of Rebecca.

With a "Tch" and the continuous stare down, Stone was fighting not to let her attitude get the best of him. "Don't forget you cheeky cunt, I own you and your pet." he simply said. Getting down to business, he took his eyes off her and down at the stack of folders on the corner of the desk. "As much as I would like for you to blood, break bones, and straight mutilate your next target, I'm wanting you not to. No..instead...I need you to be non-hostile." opening the folder and sliding it closer to the girls so they could take a closer look. he turned it so they could see the profile of Vladimir. "I need you to contact this guy..Vladimir. He's a hybrid. As you've probably heard, more trouble than an average vampire or werewolf. I'm sure your little sex slave informed you that in New York, there's conflict happening between three covens. one group of Vampires called the Capers, the other being Werewolves called the Banes, and the last being that of Hybrids called the Blackwoods. Recently, their elders and leaders were killed off...each family have lost their heads."

Placing his elbows back on the table while hands were cupped in each other while his chin rested on them, he continued. "Now as I said, I need you to go after Vlad and yes...again...he's a hybrid. and you're probably wondering why I want you to go after him nonviolently and wondering what he has to do with the three families that I've mention?"

@King Tai
Vladimir doesn't even bat an eye. He simply tilts his head. "A...permanenet basis" he studies Aries. "In that case...that requires more than a monetary payment...a reason" he sits down in a chair. "One good reason besides you need protection and the clan is small for me to join you" he clasps his hands together. "Mind you I have been asked before but they never gave good reasons....hence the more temporariy body guard type jobs" he does a hand guestures. "Which I can still do even if not given a reason to be permanently apart of your group" he leans forward. "Take your time coming up with one." His grey eyes piercing into aries'. He is serious about this, all he needs is a reason. Which usually throws off the person asking, catching them off guard...expecting their money would be enough for a pirate.

@King Tai

~"Hmph...hybrids, the cursed breed. I'm well aware of their power, Stone, as much as I was about the vendettas between the three ruling covens, since I was informed by my so called sex slave."~ Yet another insult to her beloved, but Rebecca brushed it off. Besides, it was Camille she was more concerned about leaping over the desk and digging her claws into the cue-ball.

Nonchalant she snatched the folder off the desk, her eyes skimming over the minor details, paying no further attention to the blowhard behind his fancy desk. All she needed was just the image of this Vladimir fellow, everything else was just folly. ~"To have the benefits of both Nosferatu and Lycan blood, they should be considered a bit more elite, but do the mutual disdain both species share for their tainted bloodlines, they are considered nothing more than trash. Frankly, they're all abominations, and rightly so I will see to it they are eradicated. Although..."~

She placed the folder back on the desk, neat and tidy just as it was presented with a smirk, ~"I can't say I've ever grappled with one myself. Their strength is notable indeed, but I've never experienced such. It would be a little too tempting not to undertake a pacifist approach. Nevertheless, Stone, I will agree to your terms....for now."~ And of course, she knew of the recent feud between the three clans, Capers, Banes, and Blackwoods, each pointing responsibility towards the other for the slain heads of their...infamous families. Rebecca had a hunch the Big Apple was grasped in the coils of the serpent, licentious covens treating the city as their whore, with her hands tied behind her back and a blindfold obscuring her woeful eyes, but she had only assumed one was in control, not three. And not just vampires, but lycans...and hybrids.

~"I could care less what this Vladimir has to do with the three families or this childish spat between them. He's a target, and that is all, the same with the others."~ She stood from her chair with another stretch, beckoning Camille to follow her to the door. ~"I'll send word when I've made contact with him. Oh, and Stone?"~ A pause at the door, the woman glancing at him over her shoulder. ~"Stop sending your damn spies to shadow me and my darling when we are out and about. If I had any intentions to plot against you, it would have been the day you shoved a crucifix into my breast. Ciao."~ And with that she disappeared out the door, Camille ambling behind her, but not without a last act of defiance towards Stone, sticking her tongue out at him in such a juvenile manner.

"Grr! What a douchebag!" She grumbled, her tiny fists balled up and shoved into the pockets of her hoodie. "Did you hear that asshole? Dyke? Pet? Sex slave? Psh! Guy's just jealous cause he probably doesn't get any tail." Rebecca merely chuckled in response to the tirade, so adorable Camille was when she was flustered, ~"You could be onto something, dear, and apologies I didn't punish him for such vulgar behavior towards you, my sweet."~

"It's okay." Camille sighed, the tension loosening a little in her face as she managed to smile. "I didn't want you to get in trouble because of me, Mistress. I'm sorry." But her smile faded into a small frown. Rebecca leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, a gentle peck of her lips to show she wasn't angered in the least by Cammie's outburst. It was justified after all. ~"No need for that, darling. I would have done the same in your case."~

Camille blushed, her fingers gracing where Rebecca's lips made contact. "So, are we really going after that Vlad guy? He sounds dangerous." She asked. Rebecca answered with a sigh, ~"I'm afraid we've no choice, Camille. Stone's ordered it, and begrudgingly, we must oblige, however..."~ A smirk found its way to her lips, a mischievous glint in the polar ice of her eyes. ~"If he thinks I'm going to play by his rules, he's only fooling himself. I'll deal with this Vladimir on my own terms."~

It didn't take long for Katya to get back to base, The weather was not the best for this time of year but Katya had other things on her mind. This information that the man from the bar had given to her. was it real, or was it a hoax. just to get another agent killed. She walked in just as Rebecca and Camille were walking out. "If your going by The Worlds End Pub keep yourself to yourself. Some guys looking for UHC members. something about Mob bosses being killed or some shit." she said as she pushed past the two of them into Stones office. "Hey Boss. You heard anything about some guys looking around for us"