Sighing with relief, Jonathan pulled out his cell phone and sent himself a text message with the abandoned factory's address and the word 'wolf'. That might come in useful later. Right now, however, it's time to visit some old friends. Slipping his cell back into the inner pocket of his jacket, Jona...

They say wolves haven't been seen in the forests in over 50 years. Is that because you're all living right here in the city? Not interested in meeting even one of these canine creatures, let alone a whole pack like Tessa had mentioned, Jonathan keeps walking, yet he resists breaking into a run. Bes...

Jonathan slowed his pace but didn't stop as he passed the alley, tensing in case whatever the eyes belonged to decided to make more of an appearance.

Walking quickly back towards the main road so as to let the homeless get back to their dreamless slumber, Jonathan checks his watch. Thirty minutes past midnight. No more trains tonight. Guess I'll have to take a cab. Looking around as he walking, he realised that the dark back-streets of the indust...

Just a question - whereabouts in Lordenshaw City is Layson street? I looked on the maps but couldn't find it.

"I'll make sure I do", replied Jonathan with a smile. "I'll text you when it's time."

With a nod and another grin, he turned and made his way to the exit where he leaned on the large heavy door to force it open before stepping out into the night.

"Charming", Jonathan chuckled humourlessly. "I always suspected it before I died, but this city is seriously fucked up! Sometimes I feel like I'm living in Sunnydale."

"No, not the most reliable source. I might track him down anyway though - see if he found anything that might help me figure out where the attacker spent his days. But that can wait. Right now, I've got a corporation to infiltrate." He turned to Tessa. "I'm guessing you already know m...

Jonathan sighed. "And I know nothing else about him. But I know of someone who might." "On the night of the Court, do you remember the neonate up on the stage with me who almost got his throat torn out by Scythia? The crazy one. Do you think you could figure out how I can get in conta...

"Wait, what? One of us? But it's teeth. They were long, and curved. Like a canine, so I guessed it was some sort of werewolf." Jonathan shook his head in shock. "Do you know what clan he was from? What bloodline?" Then the rest of what Albert had just said sunk in. Jonathan stopp...

Jonathan was a little taken aback that the Nosferatu had asked for something so simple, yet he didn't hesitate to answer. "When the creature in the boxes seemed to attack me and ignore everyone else, I had a couple of seconds to wonder who might want me dead - deader might be the more accurate ...

"That's good, although it doesn't change the fact that I'm going to have to do some serious leg work on this one."

Jonathan turned to Old Albert and paused for a moment before plunging ahead.

"Now, I believe the question of payment for Ms Kroger's services needs to be answered."

"He must be a real disappointment then. Unless his father's an idiot as well." "I doubt that", Tessa responded. "Unless he's just a puppet CEO. In which case we have next to nothing." "Let's hope that's not the case then." Jonathan scratched his neck in what h...

"And what else do we know about the young James Bachman? Any run-ins with the law? Substance abuse issues? Embarrassing sexual predilections?"

"Anything you can find about Marches and Sneedman would be helpful too."

"Lordenshaw College? That's that posh private school on East Ave, right?" The sharing Tessa's table, a tall, gangly man with unkempt hair and a goatee, gave a snort. "Your old alma mater is it?" he asked, chuckling at his own joke. Jonathan shook his head. "Nah, my parents w...

Walking carefully so as not to trip on the tangled knot of cables carpeting the floor, Jonathan walked around behind the table Tessa was sitting at and looked at her monitor over her shoulder.

"You stole this from an Identity Corp. employee? A current employee? Do you know what it means?"

Determined not to be caught recoiling from Old Albert, Jonathan holds his ground in spite of the feeling of unease that emanated from the Nosferatu. "It'll be hard, but I'll be able to get that security pass", he said to Tessa. "I was planning to head to the university tomorrow night ...

Jonathan looked briefly at Albert with a question in his eyes, asking if he should continue. When the Nosferatu gave an almost imperceptible nod, he turned back to Tessa. "I need to bring down the servers of a local company named Identity Corp. so that you can upload a worm into the system. App...

Jonathan smiled humourlessly at the short ruddy man and his three companions. "I have been asked to perform a service for the Movement, and to do so I will require the aid of an able hacker. Tessa Kroger was suggested as an appropriate candidate." He didn't include Albert in his answer as ...

Willing himself calm, Jonathan clasped the man's hand and gave it a brief, firm shake. He felt his skin crawl as they made contact and hoped that his greeter didn't notice. Then again, maybe that was exactly the reaction he wanted. "Thanks for the welcome. If this is your domain then you must b...