Grimm had nothing on us...( SS trouble in the deep closed )

[Enzo Dragomir]

"Get out." he said as he walked into his condo. Workers scattered, dropping tools into bins, tossing plastic over half finished projects, filing past him with deep bows of heads as they made their way out of the renovation site. He didn't spare any a thought, simply glanced to Bertram and upon receiving a look denoting daily success, the construction crew was let to leave unmolested. Normally he would have been pleased he didn't have to disappear another crew member, capturing minds and bending them to his will was taxing to this degree and need... tonight however he was otherwise occupied. Too occupied to diddle with the changes being done to his condo.

His feet were lightly tread and his walk graceful as he maneuvered through the areas in disarray, the formal entry almost nonexistent as his fiance Mortll's condo downstairs was combined with his own to create an enormous space of luxury and decadence. Allurist were a pleasure to watch in general, beauty and grace their bread and butter, but Lorenzo took it to an art form. Years of training with his human father and the international mercenary hive combined with his Italy-born mafia princess mother had created a sleek and deadly child. Looking back at his recent past it really was no surprise his Sire Nikolae Dragomir had laid gaze upon him and then happily killed him.

Lorenzo Dragomir was nothing if not an overachieving asshole.

"Bertram, redirect all correspondence to Lark, " he said as he slipped behind his unmolested desk. He switched on the AI tower and the soft female voice with an accent that matched his own, uptown London, welcomed him to her circuit and wire bossom. "Lark send me the letter from Crestwall." already putting in his ear bud, flicking the blue tooth on, Lark's voice telling him it was done sounded now only to him. He turned in the large leather office chair, looking out of the wall of plate glass behind his desk while Bertram poured him a whiskey and lit his cigar. "Thank you, Bertram. Have the car prepared to leave within the hour."

"Open the file," he told Lark, his gaze upon the city skyline though he didn't register it really. His mind was on the new construction site downtown goings-on that made even the lowest, meanest vampire's eyebrows raise...

Or at least it should be raising brows.

It never ceased to appall the Dragon the lack of care from most of the other echelons of vampire in this city... happy to kill each other and scrabble for thug crumbs. Boorish at best, downright idiotic at worst... it was no wonder other supernaturals saw them as nothing more than beasts. He couldn't even disagree with that sentiment. He for one was getting tired of waiting around letting them kill each other into some sense. It just wasn't happening. They died for the same things over and over... and it seemed to Enzo that perhaps true eternal life in this place wasn't really a blessing at all...

Shaking his head slightly he focused on the letter that was being read to him via Lark. It was from one of his investigators, hired on by Dragonal, and on the face of it put to work in the HR department.

In reality, the HR department had an entirely different job description, one that kept Enzo and his board of directors thumbs on the pulse of not only this city, but as much information about other supernatural occurrences throughout the world. He wanted to be the first to know if there was any other place in the world like Harpers Rock, or if one developed... not to mention the lost history they searched for, the other supernaturals they needed to keep tabs on... it really was one of his busiest departments, and each employee had been carefully hand picked and trained.

It had taken ages, but it was well worth it. His magical division headed by Mortll and Matilda was phenomenal to behold, Sorcerers and Sorceresses from all over the world were being added weekly to the roster, he had quite the list of true players in their game of mirrors. Dragomir and Dragonal were being poised to withstand the coming storms, and they were coming thanks to the actions of creatures that were supposed to have skills in patience and foresight, what with eternity looming before them...

laughable.

"...Hebigumo Foundation's new site has been undergoing intense construction, completely closed to public view. Work has been going on with explosions being contained to small tremors and well controlled... most likely underground to be so well maintained and muffled. We have been unable to get any aerial view, they have it well covered. Two guards at all times on the only entrance, random changes day and night so we have been unable to pin a pattern down. Trucks for dirt and debris removal come in at all hours and are carefully scrutinized before being let in. We have not observed any others entering or leaving the site outside of the mentioned trucks, which leads us to believe either portals or other magics are being used for construction crews."

Which of course meant the construction crews were either thralled or magical in nature themselves. Which meant even should they get inside the cordoned off area there would be dangers galore for any team.

The allurist ran his thumb over his meticulously kept short beard, deep in thought as the correspondence wound to a close. "Delete message Lark. Pull up hologram map."

From the AI tower sprung a beam of light that widened into a 3D map viewable from all sides. Lorenzo looked at the area the Hebigumo Corporation was located, noting the surrounding buildings, traffic patterns and roads, other construction sites and lastly the sewer entrances. "Lark send a message to the chairman with this information and request he meet me at the Dragomir Temple" Enzo knew Doc would want to know what was going on here, the same need to know that the dragon had himself. "Lark call Nikolae."

It had finally become unavoidable. A dance with the Fae... he had known it was coming, known moves had been made for ages now making ready the chess board. Damned if he wasn't going to counter with moves of his own. Dragons were Kings and Queens who drank liquid villainy from the skulls of their enemies. Lorenzo would see that they drank from the heads of fae while wearing seduction and death like a cloak. "Bertram, I'm ready to leave." He stood then and flipped his Bluetooth to his cell phone as it rang his sire. Already walking out the door the Dragon made his way to his waiting car though his condo was walking distance to the Temple... he didn't want to be overheard by anything, including strays and homeless...

He didn't need to be told even the rats could rat you out.

[Doc]

Doc keyed up the voicemail to hear the husky female voice of Lark, Izzo’s girl Friday. He had to admit he already had her pictured in his mind, even though he had never actually met her. It was always too late in the night before he and Izzo tended to meet up. But he pictured a dark eyed dark skinned Latina beauty. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, it hadn’t been too long since she had called and left the message. If he ditched his last appointment, he might actually get to see the owner of that sexy as hell voice.

Sending off a quick text to the Mother Penguin, he told her, she would have to get with the Ball and Chain to check the medication dosage on ‘******* Freddy’. Something that Doc knew Cytherea would love to lower just to spite him. Well **** Freddy. Let her screw up his dosage, it would just send him into a tailspin and she will just have to spend that much more time with him, leaving Doc free to pursue other extra-curricular activities. And Tonight he hoped to meet Ms. Lark.

Dialing Izzo’s number, he got his voicemail, so he left a brief and succinct message. “Got your message for Ms Lark. I am on my way… will I have the pleasure of finally meeting her? I am dying to see if my mental picture matches up.”

Disconnecting, Doc slid the cell into the inside breast pocket of his jacket, while subconsciously checking the gun in the shoulder holster. It had become second nature, for him to carry, and be prepared at any moment. It was a side effect of being part of Tytonidae. A side effect that effect that he was comfortable with. Even as Tytonidae’s focus had changed from hunting the violators to their focus now, he knew he was prepared at the drop of a hat to be able to lay down suppressing fire; or offensive fire. His custom tailored suits allowed for extra ammo magazines to be stored without ruining the lines of his suit. All of this thanks to Tytonidae’s dedication to the protection of the Masquerade. Little did he know, that his training may come in handy.

[Mortll]

Mortll eyed the shop it was looking better and better hopefully the young woman would be happy with it but this was Tiamat she was thinking of. There were few things that made her smile. Mortll was happy with how it was coming along and the office needed some touches. Mortll was on the phone to the manager at Lauren's Pet Palace another one of Mortlls newest acquisitions . The reptile habitats for her office were to be there soon. Happy that the final touches to Abraxas were falling into place Mortll took her leave and went out into the Clock tower Market. It was not long until she was out in the city and taking a nightly walk across the river.

The Dragomir temple came into view it had been ages since she had set foot in the sanctuary for the Dragomir she had her own places now and had not had much use for family as of late until Enzo had came along. She had to admit the young vampire was a dynamo. He was a force to be reckoned with. She entered the sanctuary it had always seemed a spot for reverence to her. She approached the alter then off to the side pulling a candle from her bag she lit it letting wax drip where others had been set . She placed the candle carefully in the wax and said a small remembrance for her sire and all the others that had gone slipped away . Then found her place on a pew.

[Matilda]

As per usual his call had been met with the brief greeting, sometimes it never passed her lips instead just giving him stony silence until he made his wishes clear. She'd rarely deny him, it served her own interests to be agreeable and go to meet the man more often than not. "Oh, i'll be there." She'd hung up abruptly, discarding the phone upon the bed within the penthouse and ignoring it while she made her way to the closet, shedding clothes as she went.

Twenty minutes later the elevator dinged, Matilda stepping inside it dressed in a matte black cat suit, her preferred boots for *** kicking and of course her weapons. Around her hips holsters held in place her blunt weapon she was wicked fast with, and a dastardly knife. Across her back a sleek, but longer gun with some charming attachments to assist in lining up the best shot. In reality her best arsenal was her own body and dastardly abilities housed within. The necromancer summoned upon the shadows, letting them take her, to cover her so that she could creep through the night as the elevator opened into the lobby. The streets posed no threat, and she walked them with ease, putting in her earbuds and cranking up her music to get the blood pumping... Or well, at least she imagined it did.

It wasn't a long walk to the Dragomir Temple, she recognised it immediately and gave a loud scoff. "Grandiose dragons, geeeeezzzz-us!" The woman drawled, oceanic blue eyes rolling so hard the whites flashed. She didn't piss about out the front for long, places like this held little meaning to her and so she didn't bother to creep around especially, no more than usual, nor shower it in respectful silence. The quiet approach, her lightness of foot was born of years or ballet training her mother had forced upon her, and reminders to walk as if the air carried you. She'd always had a natural grace, she'd simply learned how to hone in on it and use it for more nefarious means.

Sneaking up on Mortll held no appeal, and so as the woman shrugged the shadows, and tugged out her headphones, she spoke up. "Candles? Really? I didn't think this place was one of religion really, temple or no. How's it hanging, Morty mate? Ready to play right to my left?" She held out her hands, fingers wiggling in time with her hips. The Right and Left hand of Enzo, the dark and sordid secret of the Dragonal corporation bringing the corruption. "Where is your pain in the *** paramore anyway?" Matilda muttered, looking around as if he might jump out from behind a pew at any moment.