[center][b]Kiera[/b][/center] Kiera gave a roll of her eyes at Eli before returning to Zeke, hiding the fact that she was partially blushing."You might want to keep the alcohol away from him tonight, I don't think that and him being nearly fully powered will be a good thing for your bar, especially that T.V. you so love," Kiera said to Zeke. "I probably should put it somewhere else," Zeke chuckled looking at the old run down T.V. ",but it's one of the only things I have from the old days. Plus heck if it doesn't die why replace it?" Before she could even respond and ask about what he had to share that was so important, she took notice of someone waving her over, she realized at least one was from the cafe earlier, something about saving his table at the cafe yet he had never returned from whatever it was he had gone off to do. "Last interruption then you have to tell me, or us, what you have that is so important," Kiera said before walking over to where the other two conduits sat. She didn't sit down herself but stood. "Speak fast and it better not be a pick up line or someone's going to get hurt," Kiera said unsure what these two would want. --- [center][b]Zeke[/b][/center] Zeke chuckled before turning to the mayhem that Eli started."Eli how about you get down from there, while Keira is over there doing whatever I'll let you in on what I have. I know you will be interested at least," Zeke said. Before he did show Eli what he wanted to share, he took an order from what appeared to be a new guy. Seemed to only want beer, and plus there was a new conduit or two every once in awhile so there was no bother in really worry about him in Zeke's mind. "I did some wire tapping a week back and caught some chatter from our good old friends the Syndicate," Zeke said leaning over the bar, having his phone in hand ",I recorded it. A few here might be interested so I'm sharing it around to those who want to take it to them you know what I mean?" He hit play for the recording and it started: --- The recording started up with a couple of raucous coughs and scratching. “How are things doing over at the Vintage District?” The voice was digitally distorted. “Market District Plan 3-A is going rather well. Rogue Conduit will be released in several days. The breakout plan is almost complete. Joe is still working out the details. Rogue Conduit we’ve chosen is Damon Funnel. Harsh Wind Conduit. Imprisoned for terrorizing a Texan town as a tornado. He’ll work nicely.” “Nathan. You need to be more careful here.” The other voice scolded. “We could be compromised. I told you not to send info by wire anymore. We’re probably being listened to at this very moment.” The voice predicted it exactly. “But Vintage District Plan 3-B is.. in the works. ETA on it is probably a week or so, chances are Saturday. We need some backup, so send some extra grunts to the Vintage Syndicates.” Clearly, the man knew that they may well be being listened to, so he purposely revealed less info. “Alright. Sorry. Just hard to remember.” Nathan said. Some awkward shuffling was heard in the background. “I have to go. Josh will be here soon. You know how he is.” The other voice chuckled. “Yeah. Say, have you seen Matt around any time now?” It asked. “You know, I haven’t. Heard he was sent to the Market District for some backup. Hopefully he isn’t ratting us out to some gang. Those crazy Reaper fellows might've squeezed him.” The other voice coughed. “See you, Nathan. And remember, ears are everywhere.” --- The recording ended there, and Zeke put the phone back into his pocket to speak more with Eli. “Whatever the Syndicate plan on doing, it’s going to be at the Vintage District, in a couple days.” Zeke said, putting down his phone. “My guess? It’s going to be in the National History museum. What better place to hold an event then the most popular museum in New York? “I’ve been trying to make connections as to why they’d be there since I got the recording last week. I've shared it with a few other regulars who would like to give them a piece of their mind but you some of them are just all talk and no action. Not like you and a few others that are here now.” --- [b][center]Scorn[/b][/center] While Scorn waited she decided to cook a meal, after all what type of host would she be if she did not serve a nice dinner to her guests? Well at least Kain anyways, she couldn't care so much to feeding the meat he would bring home with him, maybe she would just to maybe make them feel welcome and then watch them squirm as she showed them her true colors. Once the meet was disposed of it would be a night of fulfilling primal pleasures, this made Scorn smile, though for once she could say she was nervous. She had no experience in such matters besides the one moment that she dare never think about, the time where she saved the little remains of Chloe and became their guardian and primary personality. Yet she was ready for whatever happened next. She was the queen of darkness and chaos and nothing would change that. A few minor set backs kept her from her goals but they would be squashed. These thoughts drove her nervousness away, replaced by a demented and twisted form of humor. She began to sing to herself as she cooked and waited: [center][i]F is for fire that burns down the whole town. U is for uranium bombs. N is for no more Syndicate! The Reapers shall reign supreme! [/i][/center] As she sang it brought a tear to her eye, a tear of blood that she wiped away happily.