<strong>The Fisk Estate in London, Last night</strong><br/><br/>Howard's shotgun blew the last of the lord's minions in half. He turned to watch Mr. Hightower finish with his man with a skull crushing blow from his shotgun. The two of them had stepped in when Fisk's men started trying to drag some of the party goer's  back into the building. Clearly the elder vampire's hold on them was wavering.<br/><br/>"The young Miss must have done something with the old Lord, I reckon Mr. Hightower." He said as he reloaded, pausing to sniff the air. "And I think she's about to make her departure."<br/><br/>"Indeed I am Howard." Selene said as she walked into the room, her dress rustling as she stepped off the stairs. The two men's look over her made her smile as she waved the bag she was carrying with her. "The blood isn't mine." She touched her split lip with a shrug. "Well just a touch, I suggest that we leave soon. While the fire I called is our ally I doubt the remains of the building falling upon us will be as kind or as considerate. Best, gentlemen, we be on our way. I doubt that the circumspect nature of the police's absence from his lordship's neighborhood will last much longer."<br/><br/>The two men nodded as they fell in step with their Lady, paying little mind to the screams they could just hear over the flames.<br/><br/><strong>The Kane estate in Sussex, this morning</strong><br/><br/>Selene was eating breakfast in the study, must to Cook's displeasure. The older woman has certain opinions, one being that eating in the study was the purview of men. A lady, on the other hand, wasn't supposed to rush through or engage in things of importance beyond house operation and planning for her eventual wedding. It had been a long engaged feud, which is why Selene suspected the eggs were a bit runny and she was drinking tea rather than the coffee she had brought from Rome. Cook had lost the intial engagements, the threat of being shipped off to the house in Scotland and having another member of the kitchen staff before their time.  The older woman was punishing her in the subtle ways only a house cook could do.<br/><br/>Still, she was eating in the study and while she didn't like the menu choices aside from runny eggs, they were of high quality.  Hightower walked in as she worked and handed a pile of messages, telegrams and the papers fresh from London.<br/><br/>"Cook says the beef is off and that we'll be having chicken for a day or two." She sighed as her man continued. "I've sent an agent to pay off our man at the Yard to keep an eye on the Fisk estate fire. Our solicitor has orders to acquire the land as soon as it comes on the market, strangely enough no one seems to know why the entire house burned to the ground despite the efforts of the fire brigades." Selene shrugged, the fire she had called was an ally of one of her allies. It wouldn't have ceased till all the house was burned beyond recovery. She continued looking through the book she had brought back with her. She had started searching through the book by witchlight on the frantic ride back to her estate.  They had nearly set the horses to foundering before meeting their train.<br/><br/>"Good, I imagine if you hint that I'm not partial to mutton we'll be needing to stock up on mint sauce soon." She observed wryly. She continued to make notes as she slid a pile of messages to be sent out. "Hint that I might waver but that I'm getting cranky with my terrible addiction to coffee being unsated and mention that I'm sending for a special machine to install in the study so I can make my own." She paused in her notes to slit open a sealed message and looked up. "Who is Wallace Campion?"<br/><br/>"He's a representative without papers from Whitehall miss. The sort that does the back stairs communications that keep things going without scandal or informing those who think they are in charge." Selene nodded, she had dealt with similar folk in America, gentlemen of influence with no real station or title. They kept the government's dark secrets while the elected men did the business of politics.<br/><br/>"And why would he wish to see me?" She asked dryly as she continued working, pulling another book from the pile as she did so.<br/><br/>"I think your encounter with the Late Lord Fisk might be part of it, of course the Kane family has been called upon from time to time to render discrete aid to the crown." She nodded.<br/><br/>"Well I replied to his message earlier, as well as the others. There is a list of names that I will be willing to receive in red ink. Keep it upon yourself and get me my damn coffee before I set fire to Cook's herb garden."<br/><br/>"Of course miss." He said with a slight smile before withdrawing.