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It was a ******* ambush and she swore under breath as a lucky slug shot caught her shoulder painfully. She very rightly assumed that the party wasn’t for them though. No one knew they were coming here, not even them until thirty minutes ago so they either walked into someone else’s trap or these guys just lived constantly on the defensive. Either way, it didn’t matter much at this point. All that mattered was evading enough of their bullets to stay alive long enough to take them all out. As the first shot rang out both husband and wife had their guns drawn and turned on the dark corner from where the gun was fired. Several well placed shots from both made sure there would be no more... not from that corner at least. Instead they began coming from every other direction. Velveteen turned and covered his back and the pair moved in unison as if it were something they had done a million times.

She could have shadowed but she wouldn’t leave him and she expected his thoughts mirrored hers, something that was pretty common between the pair. Nor did they know yet exactly what they were dealing with so anything supernatural at this point could also be a very, very bad idea. So this was their lot, fighting it out with their, so far, unseen attackers until they could either escape or have killed everyone in the building. The latter was probably not the best plan but as long as there were no witnesses left...it could well have been written off as some gangland war. She swore again as another slug thudded into her thigh, throwing her off balance momentarily. The smell of blood was easily detected and she could tell it was not just her own. The barrage of bullets had begun to recede and only a couple of well hidden snipers remained and thanks to the dim lighting and the flare from the guns when fired gave away their positions all too quickly and then all went quiet.

Spent bullet casings littered the concrete floor and the smell of gunpowder hung heavily in the thick, otherwise stagnant air. Beams of pale light crisscrossed each other as the moon’s opalescence penetrated the darkness through the various broken windows and cracked walls of the long since abandoned and now decrepit warehouse. Tendrils of smoke wafted steadily upwards and became briefly illuminated as they weaved their way through the shafts of silver before dissipating. And then there was the silence. That was the most unnerving despite the fact that her ears were still ringing from the countless shots that had been fired in a space of time that spanned over hours, which was a rather large exaggeration. It was likely no more than ten minutes that had passed from the time they had entered the building till now.

She could still feel him at her back, the same position they had taken when bullets began to rain down on them from various points about the warehouse and he was most likely doing the same as her; Scanning the smoke filled area for living or still hidden hunters. That is what she assumed them to be at least. They were definitely human, noted by the way they dropped like a sack of **** when hit and verified by the stench of stale sweat that permeated her senses. She remained motionless for an overly cautious amount of time and when she did move she only turned her head to speak quietly over her shoulder. “Are you hit?” A rather redundant question, she could smell his blood, a scent she knew all too well, though she had no idea at this point how badly he was hurt. It could have merely been a scratch for all she knew right now.

“****.” That one word just about summed it up. As they turned the corner the shadows that encased the entire area came to life with the sights and sounds of gunfire. Micah didn’t think, he reacted. Standing at her back his gun was in his hand and he was returning fire, emptying an entire clip in the direction that the gunfire was coming from. A new clip replaced the old as the corner fell silent but there was no time to move as the bullets came fast and furious from all directions. A bullet whizzed past his cheek so close that he could feel the heat of it. Luckily it barely grazed him and he was able to continue firing round after round without pause. Who could have given them away? It was his understanding that no one knew they were coming to this place, not even them until the tip came in. Couldn’t dwell on that now though.

The thought of leaving her to find cover never once crossed his mind. He would never leave her alone to deal with something like this on her own. Her weight at his back was comfortable and familiar and they moved together like a well oiled machine, he anticipating her moves just as she was able to sense and anticipate his. That was just how they were, how they worked as a team. It never failed them before and Micah knew it wouldn’t fail them now. A pained grunt came from him as a bullet struck him in the chest. It wasn’t serious and all it did was piss him off, making him want to kill these bastards all the more.

And then there was silence. His ears were ringing and all he could smell was the acrid scent of spent gunpowder, and blood. Her blood to be precise. As much as he wanted to check on her he couldn’t, not yet. Not until he knew that the threat had been eliminated. His hand held onto the grip of his gun, that familiar weight bringing him a sense of comfort and protection not that he needed it but it was nice to know it was there. A slight throbbing in his shoulder had him glancing down to see the dark material of his shirt grow darker with what could only be blood. Apparently they’d managed to hit him in more than one place. He prodded at it with his finger without flinching and decided that it too was minor and would heal.

When the gunfire didn’t resume he let his stance relax ever so slightly and looked around at their surroundings. Humans from the looks of it, but what could they have been here for? They’d never know now. Micah listened for heartbeats and found none so he took a guess and decided that the threat had been eliminated. The sound of her voice managed to penetrate the ringing in his ears and he shook his head, trying to stop the annoying sound and appease her at the same time. “Nothing that I can’t shrug off and ignore. You?” It was then that he remembered the phone call he had made to Eve before leaving. He’d asked her to wait for them outside and keep an eye out for anything suspicious. If she had already arrived, she would have heard the gunfire. Using his mind he reached out to his childe and sent her a message. ”If you’re outside and heard the shots, we’re alright. Do you think you can make you way in here? Be careful though, I don’t know if there are any stragglers.”

She sat quietly in shadows on the tailgate of an unknown truck, her leg crossed over the other while she listened to the activities inside the building. Micah had asked her to keep watch and give warning if she found anything off, but so far, nothing had seemed out of the ordinary. Still, the brunette unfolded her arms and reached into her jeans pocket for her cell phone to check for more messages. Nothing. What the hell are those two doing in there? She felt herself frown as she heard the gunshots, hopping off the tailgate but not moving any further. They were adults, they could handle themselves; although if they were shooting at each other again, Every’d probably end up bruising her forehead for the concern.

With each sound, she clenched her fist idly before moving to sit back against the truck and wait. Turning off the screen, she set the sound on vibrate and then returned the device to her pocket as she drummed her nails against her thigh. The nervous habit showed her nerves were on edge. Normally, they had their headsets on and because of it, that generally had her calmer when there was gunplay; she could hear what was happening and converse with the other two. She checked her watch, frowning. Ten minutes. How much trouble could her sires have gotten into? That was a good question. But then again, it was Micah and Vel.

She could smell the blood; from there, she could only pick up the human traces and her hand moved to where she kept her combat pistol hidden from sight underneath the black tank top and denim jacket she wore. Her custom, as usual, was hidden up her sleeve until needed. It wasn’t until a man left a nearby car to go inside that she began to send Micah a text, only to be cut off by the man’s voice entering her head. “Who does he think I am? Bunny?” The thought wasn’t malicious or even angry, but more so confused as the woman tucked her cell phone away before double checking that the shadows still cloaked her.

Pulling the jacket around her slender frame, Every hurried after the one that had just entered while keeping just a little bit behind as she kept as silent as possible. She could hear the man’s heartbeat pick up as they drew closer to the metallic scent that hung in the air grew stronger and as he wretched, she heard only a few pulses slowly tapering off. What bothered her, however, was not the dying men around her, but the familiar scent of her sire’s blood and Velveteen’s mixed in within it. “He’d just spoken to me…” The man she had followed in turned around, heading in her direction at a quick pace and without hesitation, she dropped her custom from its hiding place.

He didn’t have any chance, but as her blade sunk into his chest, her freehand lifted to muffle the sound of him crying out as she shoved him into the nearest wall and her shadows retreated revealing the petite female. His eyes had widened, and then as she twisted her blade and heard him grunt, Every pulled back and stepped away as the man dropped to the ground. “Micah? Velveteen?” She called out, keeping her blade in hand while she headed to where their scents were stronger, “It’s me.” “Or a vampire with changeling, but thankfully they can’t fake my scent.” She thought to herself, rolling her eyes idly. Yeah. That was a wonderful thought.

Coming across her sires a few moments later, she took one look at them and crinkled her nose before tightening her hold on the handle of her blade. “What the hell happened here?” She asked, having thought the situation itself would be routine. “And are you both alright?” To her, there was being shot, and then there was being alright and as her hazel eyes took in the scene around them, she was clearly concerned.

“Eh, Same.” Came her reply in regards to his question followed by a slight shrug of her shoulders. Pain protested in her shoulder at the slight movement but it she would manage well enough though the bullet in her thigh was causing the most discomfort. That would be the one she would heal as soon as they were clear. Her arm was still extended though the nose of her hand gun now pointed more towards the floor as her arm began to relax whilst maintaining a semblance of guardedness. If anyone was still alive, surely they’d have exposed themselves by now though she continued to scan the large dimly lit space.

Her arm fell heavily to her side at the sound of Eve’s voice as if tired from wrestling against gravity for too long and she turned to face the approaching figure. Her shoulders rose once more. “I dunno, I guess someone wanted to play pop goes the human?” She immediately followed up with an apologetic grin for her terrible sense of humour before turning her attention to Micah to give a quick mental evaluation of his wounds. He’d definitely seen worse. Once satisfied that he was indeed ok she crossed the empty expanse of dirty and cracked concrete, disrupting the beams on moonlight momentarily, to kneel down beside the closest corpse. Sterling orbs looked down into still open, lifeless brown eyes. “Probably didn’t sign on for this **** did you?” Her words muted and quiet as she spoke to the dead man like he could hear her and would respond.

Her gun was tucked away in the back of her leather pants and she proceeded to first look for anything valuable or useful, not like this guy was gonna be needing it anyway, and then something that would hopefully identify him. She worked quickly, procuring herself a gold wedding band at which she tsk’d softly. “Did the Mrs know what you were doing tonight? Guess she will find out soon enough.” A silver chain from around the man’s neck was next to find its way into her pocket followed by another ring, more for show than value she assumed but this wasn’t the time for jewellery appraisals. She grunted a little as she rolled the body onto its side and found a leather wallet in his back pocket. She flipped it open and removed the one hand that was holding the corpse in place absently as it fell back into its original position.

Standing, she hummed softly, flipping through the various cards and other things housed in his wallet, she only wanted one thing and she smiled as she found it. Removing his license along with the cash, she then tossed the guys wallet onto his chest and tucked both away in her own back pocket. A process she would repeat with the others until she had the information she needed. She could hear Micah and Eve talking but wasn’t really paying too much attention at the moment though she waited for a quiet moment before interrupting with her theories.

The soles of her boots scuffed at the floor as she dragged one body that had been tucked in behind several crates out into the open. “Well...either these guys were waiting for someone else or the tip I got was ********. In which case...Someone is gonna pay. I got their IDs so I can run some checks a little later but we should probably get the **** outta here.” She looked around once more at the carnage and shook her head.

Her answer didn't surprise him. She always acted as if her wounds were no big deal, even if they were. He just shook his head. His wife was a stubborn woman, but she was much like him when it came to being injured. It wouldn't keep her down and she would work through the pain if she had to and most of the time she did just that. This was one of those times. Whoever these guys were, Micah had a suspicion that they were after the same thing. If there were more it was going to be a race to see who found the target first. It wouldn't be the other team that was for damn sure.

The sound of his childe’s voice had him turning to face her. A sharp spike of pain shot through him as the motion pulled at the wounds in his chest. “Damnit,” he grumbled as he pressed a hand to the wound. Maybe it was a little worse than he had originally thought but there wasn't any time to check it out. “Eve.” He greeted her with a nod and returned his gun to the waistband of his jeans. Her appearance was a relief, not that he and his wife couldn't handle this on their own. But it was always better to have an extra pair of eyes and ears. This could have ended badly, for all of them. It hadn't and Eve’s presence upped the odds in their favor. 3 vampires against a group of humans - no problem. “We’re fine. Just a few wounds but nothing serious.”

He looked her over searching to see if she had any injuries. Eve was a blade user and could be absolutely silent when she moved so just because he hadn't heard anything from outside of the warehouse it didn't mean that she hadn't had company of her own. He looked over at his wife and watched as she searched the bodies then turned his attention back to his childe. “Did you have any problems outside?” Probably a stupid question but it was completely normal for him to ask.

The sound of boots on concrete had him turning to face his wife. A frown crossed his face and he felt the beginning stirrings of anger begin to form. If they’d been tricked into walking into an ambush, whoever had set that up would die the slowest, most painful death that he could imagine. He sighed and shook his head. There was going to be absolute hell to pay, that much was clear.

“Pop goes the human?” She gave Velveteen an amused, small smile in return before she chuckled and looked back around them, not seeming to flinch at the scene around then. It had been a year since her turning, and clearly, she’d adapted well enough while she watched the two in slight concern to look over their wounds. A shoulder wound on one, the chest wound on Micah but it didn’t seem that any were too serious which allowed her to relax for the time being. Wiping the blood off her blade, the small shadow then tucked her custom in her sleeve careful not to cut herself; it was something that she’d done only twice before, and she’d learn the hard way that ‘Princess’ was sharp. Blinking as she heard Velveteen speak to a corpse, she lifted her eyebrow before looking back at Micah.

“Good, I made sure I’d be able to summon just in case,” She stated in her soft husky voice before she narrowed her eyes at Micah’s actions once she was close enough to actually see him and came to a stop. She pursed her lips idly, “Doubt that one went through,” the words were muttered while she folded her arms in front of her chest once more. Following his gaze to Velveteen before looking back to him once more, she lifted her shoulders in a faint shrug. “Nothing that I couldn’t handle. It was only until you sent the message that anything happened, a guy,” She nodded towards the entrance, “was coming in. I followed and stabbed him in the heart as he went to run. I’ll grab his wallet if Vel doesn’t.”

She stated, looking back to her step-sire in amusement as the woman walked over. “Which reminds me, Micah, I’m able to go invisible remember?” She lifted an eyebrow, knowing that he was preoccupied, but still. The brunette usually prided herself on being a shadow. It made things easier to hide in the long run, especially when she pissed him off. Falling quiet when she heard Velveteen’s theory, Every frowned before speaking once more, “What are we doing, anyway? He just told me to keep an eye out.” She gave a soft chuckle, “and yes, getting the **** out of here would be nice. I could hear the gunfire outside and Stevie over there probably called the cops before coming here.” Every nodded in the direction of the dead man. She’d been ease dropping, clearly.

“Back to the Eyrie, or do you two have a car stashed not too far away?” She had her tome on her, but the brunette wasn’t quite sure what the plan of action was, and she had teleported there – simple, effective, and it usually kept things going a lot faster. She looked at Velveteen’s shoulder and then at Micah’s chest before adding, “You two may want to remove the bullet before they heal up. It’s a ***** to dig them back out or they’ll come to the surface themselves.”

“Mmm...tome.” Came the distracted reply to Every’s question as Velveteen flipped through the IDs she had collected. Something was nagging at the fringes of her cognitive thought. While she couldn’t pin point exactly what it was it certainly felt like she was missing something important, possibly even obvious. Her mind suddenly snapped back to the moment and she nodded giving first her shoulder and then her thigh a cursory glance. “Yes. Back to the Eyrie.” The licenses and other cards were stuffed back in a pocket as she grinned cheekily at the pair. “See you both there.” She didn’t wait for any response before the raven haired woman vanished, leaving the warehouse and the bodies behind.

Once back inside the Eyrie she dug her phone out to make a quick call before heading upstairs. It probably could have passed as some sort of gang killing...maybe though that totally depended on who those men were. What if they weren’t gang bangers? What if they were cops? Leaving the scene to be found by some random passerby didn’t sit well with her at all so before she did anything else, she needed to make sure that was taken care of. Her finger moved over the screen and dialled the man’s number as she began to pace impatiently along the corridor, waiting for it to be picked up at the other end.

“Yes.” Came the low familiar voice at the other end.

“Digo! Hey it’s Vel. Sorry to bother you but I, uhhh....kinda need your help with something. You still own Black Box yeah?” Her words hurried and a little urgent as she spoke though she tried to remain semi-casual.

"Yes," he replied. "Got a tip?"

"Yeeaaah....I guess you could say that." Her eyes shifted to the side rather guiltily. "There is an abandoned warehouse in Westwall. Lots of dead humans. Looks to be about ten or so inside...one outside. Probably not something we need making the news right now. If you could take care of that for me I'd be very happy to make a donation to help the continuation of your services."

"I'll make sure it gets taken care of," he replied though keeping with the rules, he doesn't ask any questions. "I'll let you know when it's clean."

"Thanks Digo. Very much appreciated. You do us all a great service. We'll talk soon."

"Indeed." Came the final reply before the line went dead.

With that sorted she headed upstairs and assumed that her husband and his childe had probably beaten her up there. The pain in her thigh gave her a rather slight limp though it was nothing that wouldn’t be fixed as soon as she had time to stop and think for a moment. It wasn’t as important as finding out who those men were and what they were doing there.

As the doors of the elevator slid shut with a metallic whisper her mind wandered back through the past twenty four hours. Her routine browsings of Crownet had shown a lot of random rogue vampire popping up lately. That in itself wasn’t especially surprising, not with all the strange **** that had been happening lately. In fact it almost seemed to her that everything was somehow connecting and culminating towards one specific event, though she had no idea what and didn’t particularly like to dwell on such either. The woman was generally a pessimist though she would often tell herself she was just being realistic and when it came to making assumptions and exploring possibilities, worst case scenarios were her specialty. But what struck her as most odd about these vampires is that none of them were names she recognised.

Lots of new offenders all at about the same time was just plain unusual. Juan Vasquez seemed to like having his name up in lights and as per their own hunting guides fledglings were given a reasonable chance but it seemed that Juan either didn’t know or didn’t want to know. After some rudimentary explorations Velveteen pretty much learned most of what she needed to know at this point. His sire was Serenity, not surprising considering he was so full of fail already and he was killer. Most weren’t the sharpest tools in the shed but something about this one seemed a little off. He had been around a little while from what she could garner from his memories but had only chosen to run amok now? Why? And considering the amount of hunter attacks he had suffered whilst sleeping, the event occurring almost nightly, how had he been evading detection and why wasn’t he dead?

The doors slid open and she made her way into the hut, emptying the contents of her pockets onto the table on her way past. Various cards, assorted jewellery and a fairly hefty wad of cash were prominent items in the small pile she made there. Once done she shrugged off her jacket and headed for the bathroom, stopping suddenly half way there and backing up slowly.

Micah - A slight frown crossed his face as he watched his wife use the tome that would return her to the Eyrie. He turned his gaze on his childe and pulled out his own tome. “Don’t linger here. We don’t know what we’re up against and there could be more coming. If you don’t show up in five minutes and I have to hunt your *** down I’m going to shoot you.” It wasn’t an idle threat and he knew that Every knew that. The threats only came out when he was worried or pissed off. Without waiting for a response he used the tome and found himself home in the Eyrie.

He didn’t linger. Instead he made his way to the elevator and let it take him to the top of the tree. During the short ride he went back over the events and still couldn’t come up with a reason as to why they’d been met by a welcoming committee. The only thing he could think of was that maybe the person that had tipped them off had maybe thought that they weren’t capable of destroying a single target which was stupid. If that was the case then the tipper couldn’t be someone local. The entire city knew how Vel ran her ****.

The door opened and he stepped out of the elevator, heading towards the bedroom for a different shirt and a first aid kit. While he waited for Every and Vel he’d get rid of the bullets that were lodged in him. They were starting to make him irritable.

Every- At the threat, Every gave Micah a look that could count as being amused if one didn’t know her correctly. She knew he was just being concerned as usual. It was only until Velveteen and Micah were gone that she responded with a quiet, “You’d have to catch me first,” before she tomed home after the others. Taking her time, and mainly to give the two time to remove the bullets, Every headed up to the top of the treehouse while her attention was directed to her cellphone in the elevator ride. No matter how safe it was, some habits of being nervous remained strong.

Just before her five minutes were up, the brunette walked into the main part without calling out - knowing that her sire would likely keep to his word about shooting her if she was late - and went to sit down on a chair where her back would be facing their room. “So, what exactly were you two looking for?” Every spoke for either of the two to answer while she skimmed over CrowNet with mild disinterest. It wasn’t until she caught sight of the bounty offender that her eyebrow lifted, “And who the hell is Juan Vasquez?”
She frowned, putting the phone down as she sat up a bit straighter in her chair before removing her jacket, then her custom as she took note of Velveteen. When the woman backed up, Every looked confused and blinked lightly. “Vel?” It wasn’t a secret that she found her step-sire to be just a little strange, but when it seemed that a bolt of lightning struck… it could either be a good thing or a bad thing. “What is it?”

Velveteen - Velveteen barely noticed that she was no longer alone as the things fell into place in her mind. Her fingers moved the array of items and spread them out on the table before her and the cards that would denote each person killed there tonight were fanned out to expose the details to her discerning eye.It would seem that their welcoming party shared a secret. Not one that she knew yet but one she would certainly be looking to find out. A single line that was somewhat symbolic of a wave was present on a ring, several pendants, and two of the men bore the same symbol as a tattoo, barely noticeable on their necks. They didn’t look like gang members, she had already concluded that but they did belong to the same organisation.

The woman looked up at the sound of Eve’s voice, surprised to see her there and she displayed an expression that clearly showed that she had no clue how long she had been there. “Look.” She stated simply pushing the ‘evidence’ in Every’s direction. “Tell me what you see, if anything.” Maybe she was imagining it but she didn’t think so. Her mind did tend to play tricks on her when she became lost in it at times. Her head swivelled on her shoulders as a bout of panic struck her. “Where is your sire, Eve? Did he get lost?”

Micah - Micah heard Eve asking who the hell this Juan was and he scowled. That was the one question he’d been asking himself for hours now. He knew the basics, Vel had told him what little she’d gotten from the tipper but it really wasn’t much to go on. A rogue, going on night after night doing anything and everything that he could to expose himself. A threat. One that couldn’t be allowed to continue living. So, they would do what they normally did in a situation like Juan’s - eliminate the threat.

The bullet he’d been working to remove finally came free. Voices from the other room told him that both Vel and Every were waiting so he bandaged the wound in his chest and pulled a shirt over his head. He could make out bits and pieces of conversation but none of it made sense to him yet. From what he could gather Vel had managed to put some of the pieces together. Good. Maybe it would help them find this Juan so they could finish him off and get back to their normal business. “Im right here woman. Relax.”

Every- As the items were pushed in front of her, Every collected one of the pendants and brushed her fingertips over the design, looking to the others with her lips pressing into a thin line. The guy she’d killed had it on his neck. “Well, they don’t look like Paladin, but could be a thing of wannabe gangsters?” She muttered to the woman beside her, “Definitely a pattern.” Every reached for a piece of paper and a pen, beginning to sketch the design so it’d be in her memory for later. At the question about Micah, Every gave a small snort. “Nah, he passed through not too long before I did, likely taking care of his wounds.”

And, it didn’t surprise her a moment later that she heard the man’s voice telling his wife to relax. “If he got lost in his own home, I’d be a little concerned.” When the design was done, she wrote down the address they had left before setting the pendant down and leaning back in her seat as she looked up at her sire’s with an expression of wonder playing across her features. “So we have an extreme bounty offender and a group of men with the same symbols, showing they’re connected to each other that now died for what can be said to be an ambush…”

Velveteen - The raven haired, vampire gave her husband a rather relieved smile and then chuckled at Eve’s words. ‘Stranger things have happened.’ She thought to herself returning her attention to those items on the table.Her head bobbed thoughtfully as she listened. “I am beginning to think that the ambush may not have been for us. I looked into Juans memories. He has suffered quite a few hunter attacks, and that warehouse wa, according to my tip, where he had been resting the last couple of nights. I think it may be safe to assume that they were waiting for him.” None of that explained the tip or where it came from but then Velveteen often received information regarding masquerade breakers from various sources. Some were quite surprising and others preferred to remain anonymous.
Assisting Tytonidae in any way was generally frowned upon by most and whilst there were those vampires who held the same beliefs, they also needed to protect themselves. It was not up to her to judge their motives and protecting vampire secrecy was her priority. “Eve can you somehow upload that image and do some sort of search, see if you can find anything, even a vague meaning or..anything right now would be helpful.” She reached out and placed a hand on micah’s side. “I’m gonna go and get cleaned up. I rang Digo, he is going to clean up that mess at the warehouse. We need to get this guy before the humans do. Hunters or not, finding another one just gives them more. We have enough problems already and I would really prefer we have no more surprises like that.” She gave him a gentle pinch and disappeared up the hallway to clean herself up before getting back to business.

Micah - Juan had, apparently, been naughty. Of course he had if he was getting attacked while he was sleeping. That’s what happened to masquerade violators. They drew attention to themselves in the form of hunters. Micah never asked where Vel got her information from but it had never steered them wrong before and he didn’t think that it would this time either. If that group had been after Juan then it was pretty safe to say that that attack hadn’t been meant for them. It really didn’t matter now since they were all dead - as they should be. He had no regrets about how it had gone down but leaving one alive probably would have worked to their advantage.

There wasn’t much for him to do. Eve was much better at the research **** that he was so he pulled out a chair and waited for Vel to return. His fingers drummed against the tabletop and he looked at the various items scattered over the surface. None of the faces were familiar to him, not a single one of them and he didn’t really care. He tried to ignore the unease he felt over the entire situation. He hoped that Eve would be able to find something on this group that would hopefully lead them to Juan.


Every- “That honestly doesn’t surprise me.” She wasn’t a stranger to being attacked when sleeping, at least, she hadn’t been attacked in a while. Every thought back to the Paladin Elder fiasco and gave a faint shake of her head, her hazel gaze lowering to the design she’d drawn before moving to the faces of the men that’d been killed. They deserved it for opening fire. At Velveteen’s question, the brunette gave a nod of her head. “Yep, no problem. I’m gonna need your laptop,” And with that, Every leaned forward to collect the device before she removed her phone from her pocket to snap a picture of her drawing.

Five minutes later, she began to do research and comfortably folded her legs underneath herself as she went off into her own little world with her fingertips clicking away at the screen. “Has she psych tracked, or eye spyed, or anything?” Every asked Micah after a while, not doubting it, but just asking to be sure. She found a few articles matching the design and reached for her jacket to collect her glasses. While her vision had improved, the lenses simply magnified the words so she wouldn’t have to zoom, and after they were on her face, she looked to her sire. “And…” She forgot what she was going to say and just closed her mouth, looking back to the computer screen.

“Hunters, rogues. You’d think our lives were a plot of some cheesy bounty hunter vampire movie.” She muttered under her breath before she minimized one of the screens to show Vel when she returned, leaning forward slightly while she researched. After a little bit longer, she read off what little she could find on Juan. “Mexican, not much older than I am, worked at a hospital and died.” Every made a face, “Who’s his sire?”


Velveteen -It didn’t take long for her to do what was needed. She used her powers to heal her thigh and literally sighed relief at the instant gratification. Her shoulder was cleaned and patched up and a fresh change of clothes, minus any bullet holes was also taken care of. She had kept up with the conversation despite not being in the immediate area and was one her way back when Eve asked her last question. Velveteen snorted a little and replied with nothing more than a single name. “Serenity. And no I haven’t actually started tracking the guy yet, though I’d be surprised if he returns to that warehouse now.” She shrugged casually and tipped her head as she reconsidered what she had just said. “But then maybe he will. I highly doubt we’d get any help from his bleeding heart sire.”

Velveteen slipped into a chair on the opposite side of the table to Eve and watched her husband husbands drumming fingers. “Besides the hunter attacks, there is very little in his memories that will help at all. No interactions with anybody else or the like. Did you find anything on that symbol? It’s a long shot I know and might not be helpful either.” She clasped her hands together on the table and leaned forward a little. “Just gonna have to do this the hard way I guess and hope he has made mistake somewhere.”