Louie looked through the room, his eyes shifted from one person to another.
Tier was taking quiet a long time, he would have expected him to have shown up already.
He scratched his arms and noticed he was rather nervous. He shook his head.
Hordes of werewolves were no problem, but here he was sitting between all of these people in the bright light that shone from the chandelier above his table.
Those beasts they had fought earlyer could care less about his appearance or the fact that he somehow had been risen from the death. It was different with this crowd, people peered at him and exchanged whispers. A young boy a few seats away from him kept staring at him and quickly looked away when he noticed a woman, appearing to be his mother gave him a dirty look. She smiled at him and threw him a fake smile. In the hope that would suffice as an apoligy for her sons rude behaviour.
Everything had gone so fast the past few days and here he was, letting the words of Parker fly by him, dissolving in thin air. Since all of it were lies anyway as far as he was concerned.
He adjusted himself in his seat once more, just to appear busy and evade the looks of the curious. Yakira had taken a spoon between her thumb and index finger and lightly tapped the side of her cup with it. The man across from her turned around and coughed.
‘What’s your problem buddy?’ Louie blurted out and he immidiatly wished he could have taken it back. It was never in his nature to be very rude. Unless someone really deserved it ofcourse. Like Alexander Garand. The man scratched his throat and quickly turned around to listen to Gary Parker again. Louie took the spoon out of Yakira’s hand and placed it back on the saucer. ‘We’d best not draw to much attention to ourselves.’ He whispered at her.
Yakira was at ease. The pain she had gone through over the past few days seemed so far away. And she was here with two man of whom she was sure that they would protect her with all their power. Louie, whom had been there to look out for her and had not left her side by to far. She did not know why he went through all this trouble, maybe he needed someone to save because nobody had been there to save him. She wasn’t sure and she didn’t dare to ask him.
And then there was brave Thomas. The ordinary man who had been plunged into this, his home invaded by these colourful figures. Yet he was here, in the den of the dragon. Because he had to be here, for them and for the countless people that he was lying to.
Thomas had also been nice enough to give all of them a place to sleep and to allow her to heal. She was very grateful to him. Thomas was following the speech more closely then the others. He grew madder with Gary Parker by every lie he heard.
He would turn Greenthorpe back into the wealthy village it once had been and restore the crippled economy of the region. But at what cost, he failed to mention that.
He promised safety for all of the refugees the region could handle. But the truth was that he wanted to tear down the mansion, which was safely blamed on someone else.
Who had surprisingly dissapeared from the political stage and was now enjoying a nice vacation. The press hadn’t been informed of his where-abouts because the person in question would rather be left alone.
Tier had better hurry up, a security guard was trying to contact someone and it seemed like there was trouble.

Tier entered a small room with an interesting and beautiful altar in the middle. A large marble stone covered with specks of gold and a sticky, red substance. A small pool of what appeared to be rather fresh blood surrounded the base of the altar.
As Tier looked to his left he saw a sight that would’ve made every regular persons stumach turn. A pile of fresh corpses lay stack neatly in a corner of the room.
He recognized the politician that had dissapeared days before over the mansion scandal. Several beheaded bodies of what appeared to be young girls made up the rest of the pile, there clothes torn from their bodies and chunk removed from it. As if someone returned here to eat from them every now and then. A small card lay on top of a small table filled with strange and no doubt occult relics. ‘Cholmondely and Smith legal team.’ It read, followed by the adress, a business card. He stopped dead in his tracks when he was faced with a depiction of Bruhn.
‘He’s a worshipper.’ Tier took a few steps back and almost stumbled over the base of the altar. ‘Time to get out of here.’ His wrist stung which was a good sign, his hand had started to restore itself. He grabbed the old drawing from the wall and stuffed it down the pocket of his suit and took a sprint up the stairs.
He closed the office door behind him and ran down the corridor. He detected several life signs, the guard had been found and his exit was blocked. There was no way for him to get back to the others undetected.

Alexander entered the bar followed by Michelle and Tony.
“Hey Leandra. How’s business.” Alexander walked over to the lady behind the bar and gave her a quick kiss. She looked quite worried.
“I’m glad your here, I haven’t been able to get into HQ, nobody is replying.” He held up his CCC. “I know, I’ve been trying to reach them myself. Did you hear or notice anything out of place?” She shook her head, she had been here ever since Shism broke contact with her and then nodded her head in the direction of the two rabbit standing behind him. “Can we trust them?” That’s all she had to know, she didnt care about their names or where they had come from, as long as Alexander said they were alright by him then they were alright by her.
“You can trust them, let’s go.” Leandra led the party to a backroom filled with barrels and kegs and Alexander threw her a strange glowing device.
“You know the routine, twist to the left two times and then to the right.”
They both pushed a keg out of the way and each removed a loose tile in the floor to reveal a small slot. After she had done her part Leandra headed for the door. “Please be careful, you don’t know what’s down there.” She adjusted her shirt and headed back into the tavern.
“Get your weapon ready Tony.” Alexander waited patiently for exactly one minute, then a screen popped out of the side of a wall, it had been there all the time but was cleverly disguised as one of the bricks in the wall. He manually entered a code, followed by a retinal scan and a voice regonation. “Alexander Garand. Open up (-).”
The floor under their feet seemed to dematerialize and the slowly sank down. “This might feel a little strange, just, hold on to your hats.” The plunged into the darkness that had formed beneath them and fell down at an incredibly high speed. Michelle and Tony both screamed in panic but after a fall of several seconds they slowly stopped and felt a strong wind blow over their bodies. “Reversed sucker tubes.” Alexander explained. “They keep us stationary, we are checked here to see if we are not carrying in any strange diseases or unwanted guests. We will most likely skip that process now since nobody seems to be here.”
The sucker tubes calmed down after a minute or two and they were graduatly brought down to the ground. Alexander opened a small door to the west of them. “Welcome to shism headquar…” He got cut short in his sentence. “Oh god, no. NO!”
The floor was scattered with bodies, bathing in their own blood. Computer screens smashed to pieces. They had descended into hell. Tony hauled up his breakfast by this gruesome sight.
“M…monsters.” He stuttered as he whiped the corners of his mouth clean and felt his stumach cramp up. “Who could do such a thing.”
Alexander was horrified and walked around aimlessly looking for survivors while his brains told him there weren’t any. It screamed that he should get out of there.
An idea supported by Michelle. “I’m sorry for your loss, I really am, but we have to get out of here as fast as we can… There’s something still here.”