<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>An Opportune Meeting</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>Tagging Bianca</em></span></span></div><br/>Sitting rather lazily at one of the less known demonic bars in the underworld, the figure of a large male sat, sipping at a mug of what could only be described as a deep black, murky substance that bubbled ominously, and let out a suspicious amount of blood scented steam.  The sound of his cell phone going off, had one of his eye brows raising in surprise; it wasn't every day that you got service this far down south.<br/><br/>It only took him a moment of listening, before his grip on his mug tightened, causing it to shatter, spilling the liquid all over the bar, and large bits of glass to hit the surrounding area.  The small, wrinkly bartender ran to pick it up, and the demon turned to speak into his phone.<br/><br/>"The son is of no consequence to you.  You were hired for one job, and with that completed, you are done. You'll find the money transferred to your account.  I repeat, do not go after the son, we have our own plans for the boy."  And with that, he shut off his phone, standing up to shimmer out, and tell his boss that the job had been done.