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Wolf walked up to the office building and stared quietly up at it. His looks getting stares from a lot of people in the crowd. He of course ignored them and walked inside. In his mind he wished Darla were here to talk to. The one person he knew he'd be able to talk to and hope that she would be at least of some comfort. Arti seemed to want to be away from him so he would respect her wishes and stay away from her. Knowing this he was pretty damn sure that he was unwelcomed around the pard so it was back to being on his own. Which in all honesty was just fine with him. Stepping into the elevator he pressed the button for the top floor. As he watched it travel up he had the small comfort of knowing that the one who'd captured him up into this mess was holding to his word and leaving Rhia, Arti and the others alone. It was about two months ago that he'd been approached by this particular person. They'd apparently been watching him for a while, noting his skills and what he can do and decided that they would 'attain' his services, and by saying such they had found a way to convince him to help. He'd rather die doing their services than have them attack Rhia and her pard. How they'd do that they never mentioned to him but he wasn't going to find out what they'd ment by it.

As he reached the top floor he stepped out of the elevator as the doors slid smoothly open. Ripping off a pouch from his side he tossed it on the table infront of him and grumbled quietly to himself. "Here's the sample you wanted." Behind the table, a black highback chair swung around and a short, squat man with pencil thin hair, beady eyes and a thin mustache quickly snatched it up. "You're late Wolfrevan." Wolf raised an eyebrow. "I don't recall there being a time limit." The man snorted, his stubby little fingers curled protectively around the pouch as if holding onto it for dear life, like it was his lifeline to the world. "Still you're late by my watch. Next time you know what will happen." Wolf eyed him. "Well you know what to say WOLFrevan." He stressed the words. his short legs dangling and swinging to and fro, seeming excited as Wolf withheld the sigh. "Yes Master." The man litterally squeeled at the words. "Ohh i love having one of the most powerful vampires around next to Darla calling me that. If only i could find a way to get HER to call me master." Wolf could see the lust for his friend in this dirtbags eyes but knew that he'd never be able to control Darla. Unlike him Darla was older and more powerful than he was and was able to avoid Andy and his little spys without problem. He'd been unable to dig up anyway to convince her to be his little pet. Wolf just hadn't been so lucky though and had gotten caught up in a web of deception. He had no choice but to follow this man. Inside this building, this room, Andy had found a way to dampen his powers so he couldn't kill him. To Wolf that, to put it in modern words, sucked.

[Since no ones posted here in a few days, hope you don't mind lol]

“Get your hands off me you sonofabitch or I’ll make you wish you’d never seen me before!” The red head was pissed off and that was a bad thing, she could have burnt them all up but fear had kept her meek and mild. She had no clue what she'd gotten into but it was Bad with a capital B. So someone wanted to talk with her? Well that was fine and dandy but one did not go ordering her about so they could get off on a power trip. Jerking away from the guy behind her, she jerked at the ties holding her hands together and gasped a little as they tightened.

Oh they where so going to burn for this she thought to herself as she padded down a hallway, her combat boots sinking into the plush carpet. A fire would have been put down to electrical faulting or something, that way she wouldn't have the cops banging on her door. Just the thought of burning something, anything, gave her a little calm.

"In here miss."

The firebugs eyes narrowed dangerously as the other goon that hadn't talked before opened an office door and she was pushed inside the room, the two guys just laughed as she tripped. So that was their game was it? Dressed in a pair of ripped up jeans and a tight black and red tee-shirt she was nothing more then a petite red head, considering that she couldn’t think of what anyone would want with her. She stayed out of the way and made sure not to do damage to anything with civilians close by. A firebug by name and nature she carefully gained her feet again, only to notice they weren’t alone in the room.

One guy looked like he was about to bust a nut then and there in his seat while the other….well the other looked dead to the world in more ways then one. Scanning him up and down her breath caught in her throat, that guy was a vampire! A muscle in her cheek twitched, she wanted Quinn badly. Somewhere along the lines she’d gone from angry to scared and Sorin Richards didn’t like it. After a few moments silence the one sat down looked at her and the sneer and lust fled his face replaced by something like curiosity, That one look made the hair on the back of her arms and neck raise up and her skin crawl. She did not like that look one bit.

“So you’re the firebug? Not what I expected…what do you think Wolfraven?”