Isolde listened to the band for a while. It has an unusual name, Jim the Elephant. She laughed to herself but their music was good. Finishing her drink, Isolde pocketed Malachai's card and left through the busy front entrance.<br/><br/>The parking lot was not well lit and a swift movement, nearly a blur, caught her eye. As Isolde turned to see what it was, she realized there was no one there. She hopped into the van and hit the lock button. Putting the van in gear, Isolde backed carefully out of the space and into the lot. Just as she was about to roll onto the street, a loud thump hit the side of the van.<br/><br/>A small voice in her head told her to keep rolling. What ever hit the van was not an innocent bystander. She put the van into drive and sped away.