After that night, Morgan didn't see much of anything other than the Enforcer headquarters for three days. She had briefly spoken to Lydia when they returned to her office, but they were mere pleasantries and the subtle promise of returning<i>without</i>her partner or her Enforcer get up. Whether or not she'd be alone was up to the Commander, but Lydia seemed satisfied enough if it wasn't Elias showing up at her side. She didn't know how Elias would take it, but she'd deal with that problem when the time came. All she thought about that night was going home and going to sleep.<br/><br/>And that was exactly what she did, and it had been a good sleep... until she realized she overslept by a half hour and had rushed to the headquarters. She'd received a stern glance from the Commander and had only slinked off to the archives that day. Field work during the day was handled by the more seasoned Enforcers, though there was hardly more than petty crime to report and record. That ended up being most of her day, but it gave her the opportunity to begin Alex's record and compile a real argument for the Commander. It was no easy task, but she had notes and a testimony. Granted, he wasn't likely to believe the story of a newly turned vampire, but it was all she had.<br/><br/>Morgan spent the next day mulling over her choices of words before the Commander finally saw her, and it was as short of an affair as she expected. However, his words weren't...<i>unkind </i>even as they were gruff. He applauded her effort to start a business relationship with the vampires, though he chided her for doing so alone. She didn't mention Elias's outburst toward Lydia, because despite all of the man's hatred toward vampires, he did a fine job handling human affairs. Still, she expressed the desire to go alone, and if she couldn't, to have someone who could be neutral no matter what.<br/><br/>"I'll have someone to accompany you by tomorrow. I don't want any of my officers compromised," was all he said, and he left her to the archives once again. Morgan had no idea who he was talking about, but it had to be someone good if he was willing to keep it a secret from her. For now, all she could do was keep researching the symbol and the possible killer. She had given Lukann her sketch of the triangular image, but his hesitation hadn't been good news. All she could do was bribe him with imported coffee and hope he figured it out soon.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>On the third morning, Morgan found herself standing outside of the headquarters much too early, rubbing sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand. She groaned, wanting nothing more than to pull her coat over her head and fall asleep on the steps.<br/><br/>"Making up for the other day?" a voice asked from behind. Morgan whipped around to find the Commander standing only a few feet away, not looking at her. His grizzled face was passive, and his sharp, blue-gray eyes were staring at the building they called their headquarters. Their symbol of the scale and sword had been engraved into the stone pillars on the front and inlaid with bronze to give them a shine.<br/><br/>"Just trying to do my best, like I do every day, sir," she answered, pulling the coat tighter around herself. It was then she noticed another person standing beside him. It was a girl who was somehow shorter than Morgan by two inches, with brown skin and even browner dreadlocks atop her head. Her eyes mirrored the color of chocolate, and she had just as sweet of a smile on her face as she peered around at Morgan.<br/><br/>"Rainlan, this will be your temporary partner. This is Isabella Dutton, one of the recent graduates from earlier this year. She'll be accompanying you in everything you do regarding the vampires from now on. Am I clear?"<br/><br/>"...Crystal, sir," she answered, watching Isabella swing around the Commander with all the grace of a three legged dog, sticking her hand out to greet Morgan.<br/><br/>"You can just call me Izzy," she said, smile growing brighter with each word.<br/><br/>"Morgan," said the Enforcer, trying to duplicate the expression and likely failing.<br/><br/>"Dutton, inside and I'll have Beverly give you some proper attire for your job." Izzy gave a fierce salute - Morgan almost palmed her face at the motion - before she dashed inside. The Commander stepped up beside Morgan, that sharp gaze finally landing on her.<br/><br/>"Commander Ironside... is she really cut out for this?" Morgan asked, watching the girl disappear behind the doors.<br/><br/>"I asked myself the same thing when<i>you </i>first joined, Rainlan. She's been with the detectives, going undercover as one of the courtesans at the Silver Steed." The human club was one of the richest and most corrupt places in the Sun Quarter. The Sun Quarter was where all the politicians and wealthiest members of Onyxport lived, and the Enforcers who patrolled there were paid handsomely for their protection. For Izzy to have braved the Silver Steed and come out looking as she did....<br/><br/>"Has she ever dealt with vampires?"<br/><br/>"No, but as far as I'm concerned, you haven't either," he said back just as smoothly, but he still caught Morgan's slight frown. "I don't like vampires, Rainlan, and neither should you. They'll turn on you in an instant if given the chance."<br/><br/><i>Or turn you on. </i>The thought came without warning and Morgan's face nearly burned from the thought. She had seen some of the vampires in the Coven only a few nights ago. Everything about them was supposed to be enticing and seductive; even if she had never engaged with one, she could at least understand the appeal of such a place.<br/><br/>"They'll be cooperative, sir. Miss Cleur wants to keep her club free of crime, and she's willing to put forth the effort necessary to have it stay that way."<br/><br/>"Watch your back, Rainlan, and Dutton's, too."<br/><br/>"...Yes, sir."<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>That night, Morgan met Izzy outside the headquarters. She'd told the girl no weapons and no coat, even though she'd just been given a new one by their seamstress. It was to be a casual event of sitting, listening, and possibly drinking. Izzy assured her that she was<i>definitely </i>over the drinking age, but even if she wasn't, Morgan wouldn't have called her out. Though she was still on duty, she hoped she could at least relax a little bit in the club.<br/><br/>Izzy had chosen a dress for the occasion, and Morgan could appreciate the way the other Enforcer pulled it off. The slightly puffed sleeves hung off her shoulders but was held up by a corset with halter straps. The skirt flowed and had a rim of lace around the bottom, and the stockings matched. A bow was fastened in the middle of her chest, the ribbon ends fluttering around her waist while she walked. She completed the outfit with a pair of heavy boots that likely could have served as their own weapon if she kicked hard enough.<br/><br/>Morgan had opted for a less appealing approach, as she wore a brown leather jacket with a hood sewn onto the back. Her pants were a pale tan and hugged her legs, and her boots reached all the way up to the middle of her thigh, and they had a slight heel just to give her a boost in height. She wore only a simple, white cloth shirt under her jacket, but she had no plans to remove the jacket. The Coven had been kept cool on the inside, and if she engaged in drinking, she knew her body's temperature would fluctuate.<br/><br/>"Remember what I said... just sit and listen. Keep your eyes out for any vampires that are talking to humans, but you don't have to talk to them. If you see something really suspicious, let myself or Lydia know."<br/><br/>"Sooo, you're on a first name basis with a vampire already?" Izzy asked, and Morgan's hands balled in her jacket pockets. She'd been careful to refer to Lydia as Miss Cleur, but in the presence of this new girl, she hadn't taken such precautions.<br/><br/>"Well, yes, but it's in the name of comfort. We don't want to piss off any of these vampires, because we're weaponless and outnumbered." They came upon the entrance of the Coven again, but Morgan was more prepared this time. She held her arms out and twisted her palms up. "No weapons this time, and as far as I know, my companion has none either."<br/><br/>The two vampires glanced sidelong at each other, and after giving both females hard glares, they deemed them safe and allowed them inside.<i>Now, the real work begins. Maybe the killer will just show up in the club and make our lives a lot easier. </i>He'd been silent over the past three days, but she had no doubt that he was preparing to strike again. She could only hope that they could catch him the next time he made a move, but for now, she'd have to be social.