<strong>"Maybe."</strong>Aileen answered, her finger still tapping against the table.<strong>"I don't know, secret stuff I suppose."  </strong>She sighed, and stood, not even sure where to start.<strong> "Not much, they seem to have kept things secret fairly well.  A century is a good amount of time for a gang to last though.  So a couple of century old organizations, founded at the same time, who don't seem to get up to much."  </strong>She leaned forward without thinking, giving Charlton a nice view of her cleavage, as she rummaged around for the most recent article.<strong>"I guess I have an interview to go and beg.  Thanks for the help."  </strong><br/><br/>If he didn't have anything else to say, Aileen turned to leave and head towards wherever the article's author lived or worked.