(http://i479.photobucket.com/albums/rr159/palmer_eldridge/The%20Society%20of%20Deviant%20Minds/Lou_Arasht_25.gif)<br/><br/>The day has finally arrived. From the time he woke up, he could think of nothing else but that blue card.<strong><em>'The next meeting of The Society of Deviant Minds will occur on the third night of March.  Be prepared.  For new initiates: Please don the items herein and wait for your driver to arrive at 8pm.'</em></strong>Tonight was the night. He took another peek at the clock on his desk. 18:00 Two hours to go.  He tapped and smacked his tail on the floor in anticipation.  Lights another cigar to calm him down as he waits for the clock to read 20:00.<br/><br/>The yellow light on the surveillance console came to life just as the bells of St. Dominic's.  Finally the time has come.  He had been standing there, dressed in his diner tuxedo, watching the monitor almost twenty minutes now.  He smiled as he put the black cape and the white mask on, heading for the door.<br/><br/>The carriage in front of his door is barely visible, even to his sharp eyes.  The night is pitch black and he himself had turned the gate lights off earlier today.  There is an eerie silence around the carriege. Even the horses make no sound, as if them too are aware of the importance of discretion.  Once inside, the stink of cheese strikes his nostrils. The source of it lays on a small tray besides a goblet of wine.  He makes a mental note to inform whoever is in charge, about his disgust  for any kind of cheese.  He lights  another cigar in an attempt to cover the awful smell.  Soon the heavy aroma from his cigar covers pretty much everything inside the carriage and he can now taste the wine, which he finds delicious.  Unable to look outside the black-painted windows, he sinks into his thoughts smoking, hearing only the sound of the wheels on the road.