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Robin Voshell pushed her chair back from her desk in frustration, absently clasping her hands before her as she stared intently at the screen. It was a dead end. [i]Another[/i] dead end. It had been three long years since her sister’s disappearance and still all the kitsune ever got were dead ends. 

Slowly, Robin let the air out of her lungs, and pulled herself back up to the keyboard. Fuming with anger behind her indifferent exterior, Robin closed the offending web page with more vehemence than it probably deserved, and sat back to think. 

The trail had seemingly gone cold; it had been months since vixen had had a break through and the stress was eating at her. The vampire coven that had abducted Robin’s twin sister had been lying dormant, and Robin had no way of telling if they were even still in New York. They were just too secretive. Too careful.

It was enough to make a girl want to chop a tail off.

Robin sighed and adjusted the hem of the top she was wearing. For now, she would have to wait until more evidence appeared, besides if she didn’t finish reviewing case files before the team headed into the field, madame Senior Officer would have all three of Robin’s tails. The red headed woman stood and stretched gracefully before picking up the offending files and draping herself across the couch behind her desk to read them. She was almost finished when the door to the main room opened.

"Alright everyone. Today, as you've all been briefed before hand, we are getting a new teammate. Meet Cerulean Mystique, I hope you can all treat him well and make sure he fits in here.” Mia Feral said as she entered, followed by the irrepressible Air and a white haired young man that Robin assumed was the new recruit.

Robin lifted her head, but didn’t otherwise move from her position on the couch. Letting a small half smile spread across her face, the kitsune slowly looked Cerulean over from head to toe, winking at him when her eyes returned to his face. She knew from the briefing that this kid was a prince, but he moved without a royal bearing, which most likely meant he was raised away from his true heritage. That was good news in Robin’s mind. In her experience, the stuck-up royal type didn’t take pranks well. It was like being royalty automatically sucked the humor out of perfectly gullible people. Such a waste.