[color=92278f][h1]Seraphine Campbell[/h1][/color]

Veronica had left, and Seraphine felt the weight leave her shoulders like Atlas stepping out from beneath the sky. The woman was dangerous, that was a certainty, and she had no respect for the way this city lived and worked, which was perhaps even more dangerous than whatever abilities she might have. It was unnerving, having someone in this office she knew nothing about, and so she set about correcting that problem.

The camera in the corner of the office would have got a good shot of her face, and she went through it until a suitable mugshot presented itself. She didn’t want to have to use the picture yet, if this woman was what she suspected then it might cause more issues for Seraphine if she released a photo to the appropriate authorities. She would put out feelers though, take advantage of her contacts in NEST and the city police department. Maybe one of them would be able to give her a list of possibilities, narrowing it down from there would be child’s play.

Her phone buzzed, it wasn’t a burner phone, like most people who dealt in information would use, oh no, this was yet another tool of blackmail and coercion. There was enough dangerous information on her phone to ensure that it would never be checked into evidence, and as a result she would never be arrested, it would be too expensive.

She picked up the expensive smartphone and checked the caller ID displayed on the screen, it was Garrett Dovanon, one of her informants. He worked mostly at one of the nicer hotels, just on the desk, but that meant he saw who came and went. Knowing that was valuable in this town, though it was interesting that he would contact her like this. This must be something lucrative, it wouldn’t do to have mere employees call her, so he would have been redirected through a secure switchboard before being connected to this phone. She would not have been happy if it wasn’t valuable information.

Her voice was smooth and silky, every inch the sophisticated socialite. “Yes Garrett, I do hope this is valuable, you know I don’t like people calling uninvited…”



[color=fff200][h1]Eli Scott[/h1][/color]

“Camilla…”

He took a moment to savour the name, perhaps this woman was here to try and rob him, or kill him, but he might as well enjoy himself while he was at it. He might not be particularly muscular, but he had a certain slender appeal, and his easy confidence, plus the fact that he worked with a lot of women, and indeed men, who made a living out of seduction meant that he wasn’t exactly poor at it himself.

“I’m Eli…”

He turned to the bar, ordering a glass of the bar’s most expensive whiskey, which was probably still swill next to the stuff Seraphine swapped, not that he cared, he would drink anything if it got him drunk. He bought a cocktail for the lady, in a place like this cocktails were always a better idea, the heavy sugar disguising the sharp bite of cheap alcohol. He took a moment to obviously check her out, before sipping from the whiskey. She was pretty, sexy even, but he spent his working life surrounded by beautiful, sexy women, women who knew how to use what their genes had given them. This woman did not, but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t appeal after a few more whiskey’s, maybe she would be better company than she was ornament, although Seraphine’s girls had that too, they could entertain in other ways than on their back or their knees.

He nodded at the pendant hanging from her neck, nestled conveniently in her cleavage, taking the excuse of its presence to admire the view. “What story does that tell?”