"You are not a normal, under the somewhat broad strokes the Order of the Church, this  paints you with a death warrant, I'm afraid," said Maya. She wasn't going to tell this man anything. She didn't know him and didn't trust him, and showing her a few rugrats and ex Hunters didn't mean shit in the deepest sense.<br/><br/>"You wanting information like that tells me you tried already and know where to look. In that case you also know that I am not anywhere near the security clearance to get within half a click of the archives." Maya shook her head. "It cannot be done, these lovely folks," she nodded her head at the Wilsons, "probably already told you as much." She drained the last of her coffee and looked him square in the eyes.<br/><br/>"Dante, I don't need a break, I don't want to get away from the Order, it is all I know. The one and only thing I'm really good at is tracking and killing. You're good at stealing, I am good at killing." She took a look at the Wilsons and continued, "There is an order out for anyone who knows or has even an inkling as to what you look like to report to the Council. My recommendation is to make yourself scarce for a few months or better yet years. Eventually even I won't be able to avoid going after you, I am an Eagle level Hunter and I am sworn to do my duty at some point. I am sorry." At some point someone would get lucky and catch or kill him, no matter what she did or didn't do.<br/><br/>She rose to leave the mansion, and thanked the Wilsons for their hospitality, but then turned around to him and asked "Why is it so damn important to you to find the vampire who altered you?"