London streets, midday.
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Somewhere between one venue and another, Mithias spontaneously took out a slim black phone and placed it to his ear. His phone must have been on vibrate, because none of the other agents had heard it ring. Mithias paused and turned away from the group as he listened to a timid voice on the other line. 

The young man hesitated anxiously in his speech. It was probably his first time speaking to a vampire, not to mention to 'the' Mithias Varomere. Brow furrowing, Mithias considered that this call could have been a setup, his number could have been leaked, and now some enemy was trying to take out his agents. Calmly, he demanded verification. "Give me your name, and read me my agent ID, or I'm destroying this phone."

A pause, as Mithias seemed to be listening to the frantic reply. Turning to face his agents again, he seemed satisfied, then followed up with one more question. "And who owns this nightclub?" Another episode of awkwardness passed. "I see." Hanging up, Mithias informed the others of their final commitment for the day. 

Du Lac, evening.
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"Did we have to use 'hunter?'" A smooth male voice finally answered over the coms to Sonja. "Hunter one, present."

Mithias had found himself a small table tucked back in the lounge area. He had taken off the cliche shades and appeared to be surfing his smartphone while reclining in a plush corner chair. A waitress came by and he ordered something... but actually had no intention of drinking anything, or anyone, from this place. From here, he could see the entrance, the bar, the two bald men harassing Katya, and Roman and Rin producing a nice little show. The translucent-basin pool above the dancefloor was a stunning and elegant touch, a contrast, in Mithias' opinion, to the poppy, bouncy music that blared from all sides. Truly, modern 'rave' music was a form of auditory torture. The lean and youthful figures of swimmers brazen enough to bear their goods, usually under a swimsuit or bikini at most, decorated overhead, as seen though the reinforced glass. For a vampire, it was like watching a buffet.

Fortunately, Mithias could go a while without drinking, at least, without the constant nag of desire greedily whispering in his ears. But of course, it was there, as it was always there for any one of his kind. Humans had no idea the beasts that lurked inside every member of the vampire species. If they did, they certainly wouldn't allow them to live beside them. Oh no. Vampires worked hard to keep their pretense. It was a survival skill. 

Mithias merely watched as his agents already began to get into trouble. He'd only move if it became absolutely necessary. He said nothing as Sonja quickly caught on that the bartender was a vampire. Mithias tapped a finger absentmindedly as his red-colored drink arrived. He was actually curious how she would react when she realized that almost everyone here was a vampire. 

Then, Roman caught his eye. The man suddenly looked a lot more like a vampire than the human that he was. Clearly this was Rin's influence. Mithias had never worked with the duo before, and he had been instructed to keep Rin/Roman under control. Was this going to be the first time he'd have to execute that order?