Reckâ€™s usually calm demeanor was gone and in its place was cold hard rage. This was unacceptable. That bastard should die for this. But it wasnâ€™t his call. It was Marcelliâ€™s she needed to know about this. Morris had been trading information. To a bloody human. There was no way to deny it either, Recks had hear the whole thing. Morris had been dumb enough to make the deal on just of his patrol route, Morrisâ€™ voice had caught Reckâ€™s attention and he had stopped and headed towards the sound of his voice.<br/><br/>Standing in a clearing had been Morris and a human. Morris had been giving the human information on their plans. Marcelli was going to be pissed. Morris had a high rank in the gang and there was no way this was going to go over well. Blood would be spilled, and Recks would revel in Morrisâ€™ death. Hell if he had anything to say about it, his death would be carried out over a period of days.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Make an example out of the piece of shit.</span>He didnâ€™t like killing vampires, but he had never liked Morris and this was a treason of the greatest level. Morris had put the lives of everyone in the gang in danger. Hopefully he hadnâ€™t reveled where their base was. He was sure Marcelli would find out exactly what information he had given the human. But first he had to tell her what he knew.<br/><br/>The air around him crackled with suppressed violence one snap and something would surely combust. Even as he made his way to Marcelliâ€™s room he wanted to turn around and go burn Morris to a crisp. But it had to be her call; there would be no overstepping of power on his part. He pulled to door to the hideout open and stormed through the corridors, in the back of his mind he was amused at the other members of the gang stayed out of his way, pressing themselves closer to the walls or turning down another hallway to stay out of his way. None of them had ever seen the second in command seething like this. He was always cool and collected, something big must be going down to get him riled up like this.<br/><br/>Treachery, was the one thing that could send him over an edge. He was loyal to whatever cause he allied himself with. But when one was betrayed by their own kind to a race that had suppressed them for so long, Morris hadnâ€™t just betrayed the gang. Heâ€™d betrayed all of vampire kind. He could admire a good enemy strategy. He knew there were spies in war. But this was disgusting. That Morris was so high up and he was giving intel to humans. What else had he told them? More importantlyâ€¦ what were the humans giving him that Hellfire Condolences wasnâ€™t?<br/><br/>His steps brought him to Marcelliâ€™s audience chamber and he knocked once before throwing the doors open. Recks looked straight into her eyes, making it clear he brought bad news. Infuriating, people were going to die level bad news. It was only when he opened his mouth to speak that he realized his fangs had been pressed against his bottom lip, which meant his eyes were more than likely glowing red in their black depths. The only two tells he had that he was truly furious.<br/><br/>â€œMorris is a traitor. He is giving information our plans to the humans. I saw it with my own eyes.â€  He gave no formalities, cut straight to the point. There was no time for that. They had to act fast before Morris betrayed them any further. The air around him continued to crackle as he kept his power under a tight leash so that he wouldnâ€™t combust anything that didnâ€™t deserve it. He awaited orders like a good second in command.