-Outside Tegan's house-<br/><br/>"Can we get through the door? what was holding it?" The man from night before looks over to a new friend who stood beside him. The new man was shorter, a swarthy skin and nervous twitch about his eyes. His voice was hoarse when he spoke.<br/><br/>"Yes, I think, I mean... I think I got them done. Whatever she used is nothing I am used to. It is really powerful and it took me a while to just find it. It was well hidden, I mean, like I would not have caught it if I didn't stand right atop of it, and I am afraid If I look away I will lose it, so whatever you are doing go quick." the swarthy skinned fellow did not look happy nor comfortable.<br/><br/>The man and the woman from the night before moved towards the house, walking right to the front door, the woman touching the handle of the door carefully. Both were dressed casually, simple clothes to blend into Anywhere USA or Canada.  The woman nodded and made like she was going for keys as the man hit the front door lock with a lock pick gun and a tension wrench. They moved together, the entire procedure hidden from the sight of a casual onlooker if there was one. The lock click and the door opened as they began to walk inside.<br/><br/>*************************************************************************************<br/><br/>Roe's eyes flew wide and he looked to Tegan, his face a mask with the edges of worry and more than a little bit of anger etched on them. He looked at the door of the bedroom, as he started to move, standing and crossing the floor even as she had been touching him. His voice was a whisper but Tegan could hear every word.<br/><em><br/>Intruders, someone just came through the front door, they are not immortal.</em><br/><br/>He did not tell her that one of his casual wards had been dismissed, the most simple and obvious one left to trick someone into a lull of confidence. He turned to Tegan and looked to her, the worry was for her, the anger gone and replaced with something else.<br/><br/><em>Tegan, where is the book, that is the only damning... Ok, not the only damning thing in the house, but someone is here for something, and I have a feel that is it.</em><br/><br/>He stood naked perched on the balls of his feet like some ballet dancer ready to move, there was an odd energy about him, a power slow and building under around him like a haze. The scent of his normal self was masked, and to anyone but her he was simple a very naked man.