<ul>Taking the card from him, the woman flashed an apologetic smile, before spinning on her heels and making her way out of the restaurant with things in hand. Glancing down at the small piece of paper, she eyed his name in the elegant lettering and the titles of his profession below it. If nothing else, he certainly had been interesting.<br/><br/>Throughout the city, over the past several months there had been a strange rise in what appeared to be cult related deaths, though the police tried their very best to cover up that side of the story. Images of bodies hanging from hooks, flesh ripped, entrails tumbling out like a waterfall, and blood...<br/><br/>So much blood. It made Lily sick to her stomach.<br/><br/>And a <a class="postlink" href="http://i415.photobucket.com/albums/pp237/CamarillaImages/Vampire%20Symbols/OrdoDracul.png">symbol</a>. One that was found burned into all of the corpses, and absolutely no leads into what it might mean.<br/><br/>When Lily walked into the office it was utter chaos. What kind of death-trap had she sent her two journalists into? One of the suspected cult leaders had consented to an interview, and off they went, but Liliana should have realized they should have sent them in better protected.<br/><br/>"Lily," it was her assistant. Turning, she eyed the mousy woman. "The phone, line 2. You'll want to take this one." By the look on the woman's face she knew it was necessary to rush. Sprinting into her office, she picked up the phone and spoke uncertainly into the receiver.<br/><br/>"Good evening Miss Scotts, forgive me for being the cause of your interrupted date. It appeared as though you were enjoying yourself," Lily's eyes widened, instinctively turning in her chair to gaze out of her window and out into the city landscape, "In any case, I have two people here that are rather desperate to get home and you have someone I want, as well."<br/><br/>"Who? What do you want?"<br/><br/>"Mr. Amsu Wasem is of particular interest to my group. If you could bring him to us, we will release your writers. I will contact you again tomorrow regarding your answer and the location." She could almost hear him smiling on the other end, "Oh, and Miss Scotts, do drop this silly story of yours. We appreciate our anonymity."<br/><br/>For a very long time, Lily sat there with the phone at her ear and a dead line. None of this made any sense. Why would a cult want a hemopathologist? How had they known she had been on a date with him? For a moment, she felt incredibly vulnerable sitting in her floor to ceiling wall made of glass with a complete view of the city skyline. Somewhere out there, someone had been watching her without her knowledge. <br/><br/>Clicking the phone off, she grabbed her cell phone and eyed the small card, her fingers dialling the unfamiliar sequence to Amsu's personal phone.<br/></ul>