White high heeled shoes clicked brightly on the slick surface of the marble floor as a petite Asian girl in a baby pink strapless prom dress slipped out of the crowded lift. Her poufy skirt barely touched her knees. Most of the people in the lobby didn’t bother to give her a second look. To them she was another typical high school girl looking for her date. Seira smiled at the irony. This was the wrong time of the year for proms. Her eyes rested on the blonde lounge pianist. [i]There he is![/i]

Unbelievable! She went up to their room four hours ago and he is still playing the piano when she returned. Where on earth did the other pianists go? Actually, was there even a recital to begin with? 

XCI wandered over to her partner. He was far too engrossed to even look away. A peaceful smile graced his lips as his fingers glided over the keys. The notes arranged themselves according to an unseen score in his mind’s eye. She turned her attention to the digital watch that he was wearing. According to the device his hearing aids were connected. The nifty device was designed to send sound waves to the implants embedded within Camron’s skull above either ear. Very clever use of sound manipulation, and much better than the wired version that he used previously. 

Shaking her head, the young lady headed over to the bar. “One Long Island Tea please.”

“Sorry sweetheart, I would need to see some ID before I take your order.”

The Japanese Asylum continued smiling as she nodded slowly despite the comment ruffling her feathers a little. “I am already 21. I don’t see why I have to show you my ID.”

“To me you look 18.”

“Thank you for the compliment. Now can I have my drink? [i]Please.[/i]” 

“No can do until I see some ID.”

Recognizing defeat, Seira exited the bar. A large crowd had gathered round the main entrance. A surge of adrenaline coursed through her body. Could it be [i]them[/i]? She fought her way through the swell around the huge glass doors. On the road a man lay in a crumpled heap. His Achilles tendon had been severed with surgical precision. She licked her upper lip ever so slightly. The sight of blood stirred her own blood lust. Her eyes were riveted with morbid like fascination as flesh was severed again and again till the poor thing was quite dead. Crimson splashes colored the otherwise dull streets of Vegas. 

[i]Asylums. They were fellow Asylums.[/i] The thought eked into her brain. She jerked her head up only to realize that the body was gone. Definitely the work of Asylums. 

The two Asylums left the hotel barely five minutes after that. Seira linked her arm round Camron’s as she leaned her head against his upper arm. She led her reluctantly partner towards the spot where the body had vanished. They stood at a respectful distance observing the group gathered there. She squeezed the blonde’s arm ever so slightly to reassure him.

“Good evening,” she said brightly to the group in general. “I am afraid we are lost…”

“Could you please tell us where we may find [i]i gemelli di demone[/i]?” She added quickly before anyone could respond. 

The answer was pretty obvious, but she had no idea how to get their attention in such a situation. This was their first mission after all, and no one had bothered to brief them about the proper protocols. Wearing such cute prom themed outfits would probably do little to help them fit in with other teams. So much for sponsored outfits. [i]Oh why didn’t she pack an extra set of clothes?[/i]