[center] [img] http://i383.photobucket.com/albums/oo276/metalsonic2nd/nyx%20banner%20with%20text_zpstsw2wgcs.png [/img] [/center] [center] [img] http://www.tecnotravel.co.uk/images/Far%20East/Hong%20Kong/Langham%20Place%20Mongkok/Oriental%20Hot%20Tub%20in%20Chuan%20Spa.jpg [/img] [/center] Chinatown was the first neighbourhood in Santa Somabra to flicker back to life, suddenly awash in juddering white light, which aided in keeping the rampaging hunters out of Nyxvira’s turf. The young Faerie wasn’t an idiot though, and she knew that, whilst her little display at the Hall of Golden Petals might have kept those three Hunters out of her hair, it was only so long before she got a pack of vicious mongrels knocking on her door with a mouth full of razor sharp teeth and a major bone to pick. Lycans hate noise, and the hustle and bustle of the newly reawakened Chinatown would buy Nyxvira the time she needed to set up a permeant solution to the cities werewolf problem. Nyx sat in a ginormous hot tub in her private bathhouse, dressed in a designer bikini, her enormous gut spilling out in front of her as she relaxed in the hot bubbling waters, feeling their nurturing warmth wash over her overly-plump form, massaging both body and spirit. Her fiery red hair fell loosely down her shoulders, resting gently on her the dome-like roof of her fleshy stomach. Standing sentinel on the side of the hot tub were an assortment of glass vials, each one filled with a different brightly coloured liquid. Nyx opened a shimmering blue vial with her plump hands, pouring its frothy mixture into the bubbling waters. A web of brilliant azure spread throughout the hot tub, swirling and sparkling, filling the room with a pungent, swampy scent. [i] Just like home [/i]. Nyxvira let out a sigh of ecstasy, basking in the moment, before scooping a chunky satellite phone up off of the side of the hot tub, and quickly punching in the number for one of her contacts with her sausage-like fingers. Ring… Ring… Ring… “Hello..? Cedric, is that you?” “Cedric Bradberton is dead.” Nyx said calmly, inhaling the enchanting scent of the blue concoction through her nostrils, feeling its hot moisture wash over her. Silence on the other end of the phone, then “To whom might I be speaking?” “Nyxvira Bloodbloom.” “Shit,” the voice laughed without humour “Fifteen years on the job and all I got were second-hand instructions from one of yer goons, now suddenly I’m talking to the big cheese ‘erself.” “An insurance policy of sorts, I’m sure you understand.” “Yeah, it’s just abit...jarrin’.” The voice confessed “So wat can I do for ya, Miss Bloodbloom?” “You have contacts in the SSPD.” Nyxvira stated “That’s what your and Cedric’s partnership was built upon.” “I know a few guys.” The voice admitted. “I need them to direct two individuals to a place within my dominion.” Nyxvira instructed “The operation must be quick, discreet, and go unnoticed. I want them bagged, thrown in a cop car, and dumped outside of the Golden Dragon Takeaway in Chinatown.” “I dunno if that’s doable…what with all these wolf-men stomping around and ripping folks up like beef jerky.” “I have in my hand a list of contacts.” Nyxvira lied “If you’re not able to pull off this job then I hang up and find someone who can.” “Now hold on! There’s no need for that! ” The voice squawked suddenly. “I’m ya man. I’ll get it done.” “Good.” Nyx replied, a wicked grin creasing her multi-chinned face. “Who d’you need? Gimmie some names.” “Detective Chase Amelio. Detective Charlize Johanssen.” “Gotcha.” “You’ll get it done?” “Whilst the full moon is still high in the sky.” Nyxvira hung up. Santa Somabra was a cruel city, full of mystery and backstabbing. There was danger around every corner, and people went missing each passing day; a footnote on the memorial to the dead. Nyxvira had risen to the top by stomping on the little guy, and she’d learned long ago to fight fire with fire. There was every possibility that her plan would fail, but she hadn't become queen of Chinatown by buckling every time she was forced to take a risk. By the time the week was through, Santa Somabra would have lost another major player, and she’d be dammed to all the circles of hell if it was her. Shutting her eyes, Nyx slipped steadily beneath the hot waters, her vast jiggly form vanishing slowly below the bubbling surface, as she waited for the phone call from her Hobbs to tell her the plan was underway.