Barron could never get used to flying such a thing was abnormal for him, since all forms of transportation had all been destroyed for two hundred years in his old world. The Window was kept closed for the entirety of his flight sunlight being one of his least favorite weaknesses as he liked the sun, a good tan the warm Mojave heat, it was all just a nice memory at this point, becoming a Vampire had it’s perks though nothing beat what being human was like. Not that many considered Barron human even before his transformation still Barron was accessible, he had a face, a smile a tangible anger. Unlike the mysterious faceless Criminals who hid behind masks, Barron’s men saw a Person, a Good Boss, and a Terrifying Individual. Gathering his luggage he exited his private jet and moved through the terminal his stride carrying a purpose, Arcadian tarnished his reputation, he’d see to it he’d serve retribution.
New York was the City that never slept, still is. And last night’s events shook the Supernatural Underworld to it’s core. Witches, Monsters and Demons knew something bad happened, and while Barron didn’t know what went down it wasn’t something that interested him too much. He headed to the Agency knowing if they saw Arcadian he’d get more information from them somehow.
-- After a short Car ride and some mysterious turns into an unknown street --
The Receptionist staffed at the desk was aware of who Barron was, her smile widened as she did her best to keep him at bay til her bosses could get involved. Which led to a few hours of the runaround with Barron’s hopes of going through proper channels for what he needed dashed. He half expected it of course, the Agency was after all some sort of Civilian Police force with all the red tape it implied. As the higher ups stonewalled him Barron had other ideas and while his grip on New York was weak at best he did have a few ways of getting information and as much as the Agency prides itself on a good clean operation for what it does, not every employee was on the level. And all Barron had to do was place a phone call, and his Secretary would connect him to his nearest contact,
”I need someone in the Agency, someone helpful. Tell me we got that.” The woman’s voice responded ”We do in Janitorial.. Sir.” Barron held the phone to his ear lingering over the fact his only asset was a Trashman.
”Wonderful, just wonderful, we’re going to expand here, sooner than planned. But first let’s see what info I can get. What’s the name?” “David. David Hiesman. He’s on duty today, thankfully.” The woman promptly responded as Barron quickly ended the call
”Damn that Shroud Syndicate, I’ll need to get New York under my control sooner than planned. All these side organizations and groups are a pain.” Barron walked through the open access hallways before accidentally as it were knocking over a flower vase; he bent down to pick it up and a woman walked over to stop him. “It’s alright Sir, I’ll get someone from Janitorial.”
Barron smiled and spoke.
”Oh, why thankyou, I feel like such a klutz today.” His smiled widened to a crooked grin as she left to place the call for whomever was stationed in cleaning. Barron stood by as the pudgy man pushed his cart of cleaning supplies his way, his name tag saying David in bold letters. As he went about his job Barron pushed him aside.
”Time to get to work David, Hiesman right?” Shushing him before he spoke.
Just nod once for yes, twice no. Got that?” David took a moment and nodded once.
”You know who I am yes?” David gave a single nod.
”Good, here’s what you’re going to do for me, or you’re bosses learn about that side job. I need information on that Rogue Wolf, and you’re going to get it.” “But I..” Shushing David again Barron spoke.
”I just need the file, and all you have to do is plug this drive into a computer, and that’s done. Got that. Easy peasy. Get on that.” Barron said as he turned around and walked off.
-- twenty minutes later --
A call started to ring on Barron’s phone, and with a quick motion he answered.
”What we got?” “Everything they know. I don’t know how longer David will be an asset, if he plays dumb perhaps he’ll get off easy, transferring what you need Mr. Vanderbilt.
”Good, time to see what we got.” Flipping through the files, Barron noticed a lot of encryption blocking access to more sensitive items but what he wanted wasn’t as protected. As Barron ran a comb through his hair, he straightened his suit and started driving.
”Oh, this is beautiful. I wanted to talk to DA Daniel Reeves at some point, I think he and I have a lot in common.” 
