<i>"No, but I do know that taking on a vampire killer won't end well for me or any human that might get involved...."</i><br/><br/>Morgan was right. Somehow, for a split second, Lydia had forgotten about the vast power difference between them. It'd be reckless to face off against the killer -- especially with the contents of Paris's mysterious message still looming over her head -- with only the assistance of a human. They'd both be dead, without a doubt. Morgan mentioned bringing backup, but even that idea came with far too many uncertainties. The way Lydia saw it, Enforcers were only successful against vampires by chance; one misstep and there's human blood to clean off of the floor.<br/><br/><i>But...</i>If they were going to find the killer, they couldn't risk standing out, and that meant staying calm.<i>If more Enforcers will keep her from shaking in her boots...</i><br/><br/>Lydia sighed. "Very well, bring another Enforcer if you must. I'd suggest leaving your partner behind, though," she said, referencing Elias. "I have no doubt he'd get the both of you killed. And yes, come without your uniforms." From what she'd witnessed over the past few minutes, Morgan's removal of her Enforcer coat did plenty to keep eyes from lingering too long. At least, not lingering for the wrong reasons. People certainly shot nosy glances over at them, especially now that they sat so close, their body language signaling a meeting much more intimate than an investigation. Aside from that, though, Lydia had no real knowledge of how this worked. The logistics of snooping were beyond her. While it was true that she had resources and influence, she was rarely the one<i>gathering</i>the information firsthand.<br/><br/>She realized this when Morgan suggested her bouncers kept watch. The thought hadn't crossed her mind when she hastily suggested they take action. As Morgan straightened up again, Lydia furrowed her brows a little at her own negligence. She<i>needed</i>Morgan's help. The thought made her wince -- it was too painful to her pride -- and she was loathe to dwell on it.<br/><br/>"Oh...yes, that too," she replied. "I'll notify my bouncers. They can be a little slow-," a scoff, for good measure, "-but they<i>are</i>strong, so I don't doubt they'd be of use."<br/><br/>Lydia sighed again, then stood. It'd been fun, messing with Morgan for a while, but after Darcy's confirmation about the killer's presence around the Coven, she could feel another nasty headache brewing, and her amusement was long gone. She nodded when Morgan mentioned a better plan. "We can meet up here again," she said. "You're right...we do need a better plan. Just don't let your Commander try anything brash." She'd said it before, but she couldn't stress it enough; she would<i>not</i>see this become a problem for vampirekind. "Come...I'll show you into my office again so you can get your jacket."<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>\\Later That Night\\<br/><br/>Darcy snuck a glance over her shoulder before she slipped into the alley, and another glance before she swung open the heavy cellar doors. The earlier meeting with Lydia had her feeling anxious in every way.<br/><br/>After she'd seen Lydia and that Enforcer friend of hers leave, she'd closed up the bar quickly and changed out of her dress, donning simpler clothing. She'd tied her hair back in a bun and threw on a hooded cowl, wore pants that covered the entirety of her legs -- nothing that would make anyone look twice.<br/><br/>It was just her luck that a slip-up like this would happen: she'd warned leaders about picking the Coven as a target sight, but they'd insisted, since it was "so convenient that one of their disciples worked behind the bar." Yet, she'd agreed out of loyalty and respect, and now, she was in an uncomfortably tight situation, sneaking away from her<i>own job</i>to chew out their little lab rat.<br/><br/>The door slammed hard behind Darcy. "We need to talk," she snapped. The room -- dark, muggy, and uninviting -- was the agreed meeting point for the current month. Her eyes, sharp and easily cutting through the darkness, locked onto her target. "Why don't you start by telling me how you've been careless enough that<i>Lydia Cleur</i>is on our case?"