The click of keys was subtle in the background of an otherwise fairly quiet building. Mithias had left his door partly open for several reason, one of which was to improve his surveillance over the rest of the offices. Even subtle drafts had meaning, a door opening, a window, a shift in wind direction outside. It all helped the vampire own his surroundings, and this kind of control brought Mithias a sense of security and peace. 

He had heard Jay and Buck's exchange, and knew of Aradia's new partnering. It seemed a wise decision. Terminating a supernatural from the Syndicate was inevitably fraught with difficulty. As much as Hadley threatened, actually carrying out his threats would be a serious pain in the ass. There was no way he'd let her go.

"Friday, Dec. 14, 2016, Approximately 7:15 P.M. 114 Downer St. St. Anthony’s Church of the Holy Flame. Affected number unknown: 100 humans presumptive. Complications: surviving affected, affected Syndicate agents, witnesses, lost gun..." 

Pretty standard. As Mithias droned on in text, his mind was more concerned with protecting Bill on the night of the soiree. Kissy, whatever she was, wouldn't be enough. Vampires were all very different from each other in their gifts, but they were more likely to have ways for dealing with telekinesis or psychic entities. Madame Red absolutely threw this event together for the personal entertainment factor, but there was no doubt she had other intentions. Being a vampire, Mithias could probably keep track of her at the party, but if she had sent someone else to do her dirty work... Mithias frowned. Planting a tracking device on the assistant director would reveal his constant location, assuming Hadley didn't find it and suspect treachery, but it would tell nothing of his vital signs or other actions. There was something that would however, but it was permanent...

Mithias paused and glanced down at the back of his hand. A vein ran subtly between his metacarpals. If he could convince Hadley to drink even a small amount of his blood, he'd be able to sense him even from afar. The gift would give none of Bill's memories to Mithias, but it inform the vampire of his physical state. Unfortunately, as a side affect, drinking any of the vampire's blood would make the acting director of the Syndicate vulnerable to Mithias' control. 

Mithias glanced back at the glowing screen, pausing in his typing. No way in hell Hadley would go for that. The old man didn't trust anyone, and rightly so. A lot of supernaturals would like to get their claws into him. 

The typing commenced.