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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 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.

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.