The war between the Spiritualist and the Occultists had been on since their inceptions earlier in the century and Sallie, formerly a Spiritualism and medium found it a hard adjustment to relinquish her long held beliefs in favor of the more dryly, academic structured world of the Occultists and more narrowly the Tremere to whose association her Domitor belonged. She and Sebak could argue for hours over what a spirit could and could not influence and if there was any efficacy in the belief they could be helpful when contacted<i>if</i>they could be contacted. She loved Sebak greatly though, even if at times she was envious of his trusted position at the Domitor's side. Neither of them had gained any ritual learning yet, but Sebak had been entrusted with a steady list of alchemical preparations for what they could only surmise were simpler components for greater works.<br/><br/>Corporal Addison was still sitting on the bed when Lee finally woke. He looked down at the boy who was well beyond being a boy and tried to decide how best to enact his revenge. In his decade of being bound to the grave-robber, he never imagined there'd be an opportunity to avenge himself on the wrongdoing that Braxton had done to him. He had never imagined that some vampire would single Braxton out for some kind of conscripted duty. He wouldn't have even believed there was such an abomination if he hadn't joined the ranks of the unrested dead and heard about it first hand from another. Corporal Addison found it kind of amusing that Braxton's grave crawling and cock sucking would end him up in such a predicament; he also found it potentially complicated now that another immortal dead was involved. He didn't know the width and breadth of the whole situation now or what Andrew MacClery wanted with Braxton. Addison figured it was best to make like a scout and lay low for the time being. People were already alerted to his presence, but as long as every vampire didn't have a medium around, his anonymity and presence would stay in tact.<br/><br/>Lee groaned then drew out a long stretch. The room was cold but it smelled good. There was an empty bottle on the floor nearby which reminded him of his drinking the night before. He was naked, but he was alone. Where was Andrew? He felt great, exhilarate, but utterly untouched. He didn't have so much as a sore muscle or chaffed skin, no bruises or scratches that might tell him he had a great night. He didn't really remember Andrew leaving. Or did he? He remembered seeing Hayes, but he knew that was some kind of bad memory trick.<br/><br/>He rolled out of bed and slipped his robe on. He didn't bother closing or tying it as he strode energetically through the suite whistling a tune half naked. Everything seemed fine with the exception of the window being broken. It accounted for the chill in the room and he sighed with the knowledge he'd have to pay for its replacement. He looked at it trying to remember how it had gotten to be that way. He also saw Andrew's glass sitting mostly full on the table. He remembered their meeting and how close they had started to get. He stopped short as he suddenly remembered blood and the fear that he'd hurt Andrew. Dear gods had he had some kind of memory flash back about that prick Hayes and done something to Andrew?<br/><br/>The thought of Andrew being harmed made him feel suddenly terrified. The thought that something like that had happened and that Lee might not ever see Andrew again terrified him even more. The job didn't even occur to him; just Andrew did.  Suddenly he bolted back to the bedroom and got changed with feverish haste. He had the middleman's address. Maybe it would be a little uncouth to just drop by, but he couldn't just sit there wondering what happened and if he'd been violent and out of character. Could he even explain what Addison had done to him and how sometimes it just got the better of him even still? Lee sighed deeply as he tore through the suite door and down the stairs. Sallie Clair had long been at the desk by the time Lee was awake and she took keen quick notice of his leaving.<br/><br/>"Dammit." She muttered under her breath. "Sabek...SABEK!" She called out loud enough for the Egyptian to hear her from the drawing room. "He's up and he's gone now. Jesus, that was fast...He didn't say a word about where he was going!"<br/><br/>Sabek debated for a moment over whether he should investigate the possibility of a spirit in the room upstairs or where Mr. Wilde was going. "I can't follow him, he would certainly recognize me too easily."