<strong>Lord Fisk's London Estate, outside</strong><br/><br/>"So the young Miss, Mr. Hightower?" The coachman asked as he checked the four horses on the coach.<br/><br/>"Is there a question in that sentence Howard?" Reginald asked as he watched the front of the house. He alternated his focus between the window on the third floor and watching the patrols of men walking the estate. The coachman chuckled as his eyes flitted back towards the house as the patrol he was watching for came into view.<br/><br/>"Well I'm a few years younger than you so I never met the Miss' grandfather or any of the other Kanes, so I don't know if this is the sort of way they do things. Is she being reckless or what?" Hightower smirked a bit, a comic image of Jacob Kane doing this sort of thing. The image of the old scholarly old man in a gown was amusing, but he said nothing of the image.<br/><br/>"Lord Kane would have gone in looking for what he needed. Lord Fisk would have known better than issuing an invite to the old man, though he wasn't half the hell his father was. The Lord's father was very much the image of his namesake, Solomon. The building would be burning, we'd be picking off the remaining blood sots with a pack of hounds and shotguns."<br/><br/>"She going to take the subtle path?" The coachman sounded a disappointed at the idea of not putting some of his less obvious skills to work, almost all the staff had been asked from time to time to help the Kanes dispose of this or that problem. Since Jacob's departure for the former colonies, they had been discrete in discouraging the longer lived of the Kane's rivals from encroaching on the estate. Usually with a crucifix, silver and/or rowan stakes.<br/><br/>"Looks to be going that..." His reply was cut off with the crack of thunder as a pair of bodies were ejected from the study window. He reached into his jacket as Howard leaned into the coach and pulled out a pair of shotguns and bag that he slug over his shoulder.<br/><br/>"Do we go inside to assist the young Miss?" Howard asked as he trotted to catch up with the fast striding Hightower. He handed over one of the shotguns to the taller man. Who took it with one hand as he walked up to one of the fallen men, taking in the burned man's appearance. The man should have been dead, had he been mortal, the skin burned away to show the fangs of a vampire. "A sunburn? At this time of night? How did she pull it off?"  Hightower pointed his pistol down and fired into first one then the other man's skull.<br/><br/>"Miss Selene knows a little trick or two, Howard. She showed me what she was taking inside the vampire's lair. A pocket full of sunshine." Reginald grinned as he pocketed his pistol a spun the shotgun in line to the first of the guards come charging out the front door and fired.<br/><br/><strong>Lord Fisk's London Estate, inside the Study</strong><br/><br/>Selene turned back to face the now much more docile Lord Fisk. She could barely make out the massive handlebar mustache among the burned ruins of the elder vampire's face. She stepped over the piles of ash that were the remains of the two vampires that had lurked behind him at the start of their confrontation. The other two had been a bit more resilient, and if she hadn't used a spell, they might have taken her in the initial rush. The blast of sunlight she had used was quite bright, a bit more than she had expected and she had been a bit bedazzled herself. She barely had time to drive a stake into Fisk before the other two were upon her. She shook her head to clear it, pausing to pick up the glass of double malt he had poured her.<br/><br/>"I think I will have the drink after all m'lord." She said as she leaned against the desk to regain her wits. One of the men had nearly connected with her when they came charging in. She suspected she hard bruised a rib or two from that near miss. She looked at the man on the floor, clawing at the wooden spike she had pulled from her hair and pinned his hand to the floor with. Already she could see the veins in his hand as the toxin she used as a lacquer spread through his arm and beyond. "Sorry all I have to offer in return is saint's blood, that is what is on the pin."<br/><br/>The lord's response was a mess of gurgling and obscenity. She shook her head with a smile as she stretched a foot out to wiggle the pin in place in his hand. She was rewarded by a howl of pure pain as she moved it to fro in the wound. She picked up her blade and tucked it away as she got up and walked around to checked the locked drawer of the desk. A massive ledger, and a small trio of bags sat upon a fourth larger bac bag. She emptied each out in turn, whistling at the massive number of cut gems and deeds that she found in the smaller bags, before opening the last bag. The smell of bitumen and pitch filled her nose as she pulled out the preserved hand. A Hand of Glory, at most a decade old.<br/><br/>"You've been busy m'lord." She said as she returned to where he lay. "Why don't you tell me what I want to know and end this. The saint's blood can't be too enjoyable." Her foot returned to wiggling the small spike and she was rewarded with a scream as she heard the roar of gunfire outside along with the screams of party goers fleeing the house. She sighed as she pulled a pistol out and snapped a shot at the doorway. A second shot rang out and one of his drones flopped to the floor. "Excuse me a moment."<br/><br/>She strode across the room and shut the doors, pulling a small wax tablet from her gown and pressing it in place. A word of power set it into place with a sizzle of wax and burned varnish. She turned back to the fallen elder vampire with a smile.<br/><br/>"We'll have more privacy now." She said as she walked back to him. "At least till some of your more witty men realize that they can most likely crack a wall down more easily than the door frame now. Now we were discussing your copy of Unaussprechlichen Kulten. " She pulled the knife out and held it into view. "Give me the book and you can die quickly, which is more than any of the legions of victims you had over the centuries."<br/><br/>The elder vampire started screaming as she turned her hand to the 'questioning' at hand.