"Seven people have been found dead the last week, I'm not at liberty to discuss whom, but two were very important individuals, it's going to set back our plans by at least half a year." Michael gestured on the table, pointing out seven little sections "Five humans dead, with two of our kind bookending the spree. Humans died on the weekdays, this is of course a pattern, but most likely meaningless." 

"But were any other deaths connected to this group this week or recently? Just those seven?" 

"No, just the initial seven, we of course have reason to believe they will strike again, try to remove our support, if that is indeed their goal, or perhaps do something completely unexpected, we have no way to know. So far, all of my contacts have tightened security, I suggest you do the same."

Cyrus adjusted his hat and glared down at the table, nobody really knew where he lived, but he supposed it was a good idea to be safe. "Did you put up the bounty note? I'm going to go sign it myself, see what we can dig up." He knew he would probably need help, a combination of witnesses and other evidence indicated these murders were connected but by a group, probably a large one. One werewolf, even one of the most prolific hunters in the city, couldn't do much to an organization. 

"See anybody you'd like to recruit for the job? The usual hunter's table is over there." Michael pointed to a round table in the back corner where a group was playing some form of poker, with a guard carefully watching in case things went out of hand. "Or you can just go sign the bounty note and wait around to see who else does."