Heck picked the pimp off of the ground and slammed him into the graffiti covered wall of the South London brothel. "I only ask nicely once....then I go into my bag of tricks and let me tell you....You don't want to see what I've got in there...So start talking 'thrope' !" Heck growled at the neo-punk werewolf, making sure to throw in the derogatory nickname people used for their kind.<br/><br/>"Look man....I already told you, there ain't no girls named 'Haizel' that works around here....I wish there was...with looks like that I could make a killing!" The pimp said as he stared at the holographic image of Haizel that was displayed on Heck's PDA.<br/><br/>Heck only shook his head, he switched his arms position so that his forearm pressed against the furry pimp's neck, holding him against the wall while he reached into his utility belts pouch and produced a vile of what looked to be liquid mercury. The sight of the stuff made the pimp cringe and try to squirm free but Heck's augmented strength was more than enough to hold the creature in place.<br/><br/>"That's right....quicksilver.....You know what happens when I put this shit in you? You ever seen what it does?" Heck grinned cruelly, waving the vial in front of the werewolf's squinting eyes.<br/><br/>"COME ON.....please man...I am telling the truth....She don't work for me, and I haven't seen her around here! Don't pour that shit on me....I got kids, man" The pimp nervously pleaded, making sure to word his response carefully.<br/><br/>Heck looked down at the device that was connected to the lapel of his trenchcoat, it's light still showed green, which indicated that no lie had been spoken. "You said you haven't seen her around<span style="font-weight: bold">'here'</span>...Where have you seen her?" Heck redirected his line of questioning in order to get a better bead on the information he was looking for.<br/><br/>"Well...aaahhh.....ya see...it's just...." The werewolf pimp started to stutter, and Heck knew he was onto something. Heck's thumb popped the container's top and brought the open container up to the pimp's watering wolf eye. "Ok .....jesus fuck......There's a place....It ain't on you Inquisition's agents' maps....It's like a castle.....You know...like in the old stories you know?....I still don't know if the chick is there....but if she's living off of the grid, that would be the place I'd look....."<br/><br/>Heck smiled and placed the lid back on the vial of quicksilver. " A castle huh?.....seems pretty fucking unlikely that the Company's database ain't got it." Heck pulled his armored forearm off of the pimps neck and watched at the punkish street fiend straightened out his ratty clothes.<br/><br/>"They are like 'Naturalists'...you know....Like they think that technology is what's wrong with the world and living in cities is destroying the race....So they live off the grid, like our ancestors or some shit... Valteir clan....Yeah....that's it Valteir...Sometimes they come into the city to try and recruit for the cause....'save us from ourselves' and all that shit...." The pimp werewolf pulled a cigarette from his pocket and shakily lit it, nervously looking over his shoulder to make sure no one heard him spill the beans.<br/>"They got some kind of spell on the place...you know...like magic if you believe in that sort of shit.. and they don't take visitors unless they are invited....So that's why it ain't in your database." The pimp finished, his head dropped in shame as he sold out his own kind.<br/><br/>Heck looked down at the wireless lie detector and still the light showed green. It was hard to believe, but there had been cases of undocumented zones not showing up in the Church's records before. Each of those 'no-go' zones were clearly marked as off-limits and beyond the Church's jurisdiction.<br/><br/>"So am I done....can I go....Bitches ain't gonna sell themselves man....I got's to keep my 'pimp paw' strong or else the trix'll step outta line...you know what I'm saying, dog?" The red dyed faux-hawked werewolf said as he started to slink away.<br/><br/>"Almost..." Heck said and grabbed him by the nape of the neck fur. Heck pulled a hypodermic gun from his coat and shot a small tracking droid into the pimp's haunches, with a resounding yelp.<br/><br/>"What the fuck was that man?" The werewolf whined as he itched at his neck with his nail polished covered claws.<br/><br/>"It's a tracker....If you see these Valteirs you pinch it....It will send a signal to my unit.... But be careful, if you try to dig it out, it will detonate and blow yer fucking head off...." Heck replied as he tucked the tracker gun back into his coat and snags the cigarette from the werewolves paw. "be seeing you"<br/><br/>With that Heck watches as the accursed thing scampers off into the cold streets of South London. He can't help but wonder if these 'Valteirs' credo about the city corrupting their kind, isn't just about spot on.  Heck finishes the werewolves cigarette  starring down at the holographic image of Haizel's beautiful eyes.  "be seeing you" he repeats.