Caine shook his head, slowly leaving the dimly lit alley. "We can't talk here anymore. Meet me at 45 5th Avenue tomorrow night, cop or not, we're sitting ducks like this. By the way, I'd get the gold card out of Sandy's wallet before your homicide buddies. You're gonna need it." It would have been out of character for the solemn young man to hang around much longer. If Jared was serious about knowing any more from Caine, it'd be on his terms. Rain began falling in sheets and thunder rumbled menacingly overhead. Silently Caine made his exit, slipping into the mask of darkness. Hopefully Nova would behave in his meeting with their leader. Otherwise, explaining the Enforcer's corpse might over-complicate their plans.<br/><br/>----------<br/><br/>Gustav "Nova" Müller sipped thoughtfully on the martini provided by Mistress Midnight. Surely she hadn't called him into her office just for company, though admittedly he'd tried to make it that way only days before he'd met Lauren. Even now her sweet, spicy scent toyed with the werewolf's more primal instincts. Not many would blame him. Mistress's tailored ruby suit hugged her hourglass figure, its tempting skirt stopped mid-thigh. A confident smirk played on her full lips and cat-like ice blue ice eyes met Nova's gaze without wavering. "I told you not to worry about Mr. Sanderson. Understandably we can't have unpaying customers, especially when they vie for what's rightly ours."<br/><br/>"Appreciate that." Nova drawled, "Mistress with all due respect, getting some mutual pest out of our hair isn't why I'm here. Care to indulge me?" He knew better than to try and decipher her. Being honest about his curiosity consistently gave him better results. "Of course, Mr. Müller." She replied, pouring a bit of blood and brandy into a snifter. "Currently I have one of the best Hunters on your tail. I felt it a courtesy to warn you." Before she could say anymore Nova let out a dangerous growl. "You have a Hunter on me? You drag my ass in here to betray me?" He was on his feet scowling, his six and a half foot frame towered over her.<br/><br/>Any warmth Mistress's voice held immediately vanished. She didn't flinch. If this pup thought she would cower at his display he was dead wrong, teetering perilously towards dead. "Sit. I will not repeat myself. He will not hunt you. You are only a pit stop on his way to me. My blood and his have unfinished business. I expect when Mr. Guillermo sets up the meeting you'll not disappoint me. This is what I want from you..."