Spike and Raven approach the door and it opens as the approach it.  Inside is a sinister-looking man, stretched out on a sofa.  He looks up as they walk in.  "Spike," he says, his voice seductive and oily all at once.  "Been looking forward to your arrival since you call.  I've wanted to land you since the first time I saw you with your Sire."<br/><br/>Spike clenches his jaw a bit at the reminder, and steps forward.  "Yeah, well, I'm here because I want the cash, and the protection you promised."<br/><br/>Rack smiles, an unpleasant and proprietary expression.  "Ah yes, your unfortunate run-in with the government.  I heard.  Their interference is my gain.  The terms are as we discussed." He gestures and a paper appears in his hand.  "Take your time, look it over.  I have an apartment ready for you in my building next door.  I didn't know you'd be bringing company but there's plenty of room for two.  I figured you wouldn't remain alone for long.  You're welcome to move in tonight.  I'll see you tomorrow about the contract."  He gestures again and hands him a set of keys.  "Apartment 13-A."<br/><br/>Spike moves forward, taking both contract and keys and shoving them in his pocket.  Rack looks over at Raven.  "Mmm.  Potential there.  Would you consider a position here at the club?"