[@Luna Amore]

War was afoot...

That is definitely what Mei thought the moment Nero told her another of their kin had been murdered in cold blood, the fourth one this month.  Something was in the air, and it smelled awful grim to her.  The Malkavians, were they responsible?  Their feud had hit a momentary ceasefire not too long ago, a cold war of sorts between the covens, but now perhaps something (or someone) had sparked the flames once more, and blood was pouring in the city streets.

Despite all this plaguing her thoughts, Mei remained content and composed, eventhough she was chomping at the bit inside to kill the bastard who torched Judah.

Nero was about to pour himself another glass.  By his slight shivering, Mei could tell he wasn't sauced enough to erase the horrid image of Judah's smoldering corpse.  Suddenly, he paused so abrupt and set the bottle down on the table with an audible thud.  [color=ed1c24]"Shit!"[/color]

Mei crinkled her brow at him.  "What?  What is it?"

[color=ed1c24]"There's a spy!  See her?"[/color]  Frantic he whispered.  Mei glanced over her shoulder.  

Dammit...it was her!

[color=ed1c24]"Those fucking Malkavians sent her I bet!"[/color]  Slowly, Nero reached into his coat.  Mei heard a click.  "What the fuck are you doing?!"  She hissed kicking him under the table.  "You want to cause a scene, you paranoid idiot!  Put that away!  I'll get rid of her."

Reluctant, he relinquished his grip on the 9mm in his coat with a solemn nod.  Mei then stood...and approached the eavesdropper.