Reine used a plastic bag as a makeshift glove as she picked up the remains of the meat and cat food, moving them to a hidden spot behind the dumpster.  Any latecoming scavengers would still find a decent meal if they came, and by sunrise the only evidence of the feeding would be a pile of chicken bones under a dumpster. With a few swift movements, she picked up the cans and plastic wrapping and turned the plastic bag inside out, neatly tying up the bag and tossing it into the dumpster. Her work was done here for tonight.<br/><br/>"I got a general idea," she said in response to Julie. The werecat picked up her back and slung it over her shoulder, getting on her motorcycle and starting it up. "Hopefully they're still there. We should hur-."  She stopped. Her head turned towards the entrance of the alleyway, an intent expression, focusing on presence of an approaching...person? No, not human.<br/><br/>Her brow furrowed as she watched the figure bend down. It was unmistakable even under the yellow cast given off by the sodium streetlights, the woman<span style="font-style: italic">glowed</span>. A fresh scent filled the air, seemingly dissipating the smell of garbage.<br/><br/>Reine had seen a lot in her life and met plenty of supernatural beings, but this one was new. She could feel a intense energy coming from her, something white and warm and powerful. The werecat suspected it was possibly of the divine strain, which worried her. She had no positive experiences with holy power, and she had no intention of finding out if this woman was friend or foe. She pulled her eyes away.<br/><br/>"Let's go," she said, and she drove off.<br/>---<br/><br/>Despite all of Haddad's good feelings about the night, the Beetles had so far failed to turn up anything of worth. One had found a faint trace of aetherial energy, but whatever being that left it was long gone, and the Hawk was unable to photograph anything substantial in the area that the duo could show Severn. Haddad sat impatiently against a brick wall, his fingers tapping inputs into his computer. The machine had passed all the tests back in the lab and the code should have been theoretically be perfect.<br/><br/>All they needed was a successful field test. Results.<br/><br/>The night was dead silent except for the persistent sound of Haddad's fingers tapping at the tablet screen. The glare of the screen reflected off his face, which was intently focused on the interface he had up.<br/><br/>Haddad was playing a game of Hangman.<br/><br/>You could only really stare at a screen of numbers for that long, honestly.<br/><br/>He was typing in a "Q" when his phone vibrated in his pocket. The scientist pulled it out, sliding his finger across the screen to take the call. "Yeah?" he answered. A familiar voice came on. "Yeah, he's with me," he responded. His eyes went wide and he covered the phone, looking at Martin.<span style="font-style: italic">Severn Foundation,</span>he mouthed, putting it on loudspeaker.<br/><br/>"Haddad Hewan and Martin Suarez, we require your skills for a project," a cool female voice said. "A reminder; as outlined within section B of your contracts, you are legally obligated to to assist the Severn Foundation upon request. Please report to headquarters in 45 minutes for details. That will be all."<br/><br/>The call ended.<br/><br/>Haddad looked at the phone for a bit, then looked over at Martin and shrugged. "Well that was weird. I guess we should head over?" He turned his tablet back on, the screen flickering back to the game he had been playing. His last guess was wrong, and the words<span style="font-style: italic">YOU LOSE</span>were dead center on the screen, accompanied by a cute cartoon visual of a hanged man. He closed the app, switching to the control interface for the robots and pressing a button to call everything back. "What a night."