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*Kazuya let his right arm's elbow rest on the door as he widened his cape to show his Katana, the pummel was a small dragon's head with it's serpentine like tongue sticking out as Kazuya said: "Mikhail and I have a strange relationship, has he told you about his kidnapped parent's, have you wandered why he was quick to the initiative and you feel behind slightly?" *Kazuya said as he awaited and answer and stared at the man's bow and arrow knowing one small slip and chance's are he'll be sending an arrow his way, but this man didn't use regular arrow's as Mikhail would*

*Kazuya closed his eye's as he felt time slow down as he saw the arrow whizzle above as he unsheathed his sword at the speed of a mouse click and balanced the bucket on the sword tip as he said: "Anything else you'd like to tell me, and by the way, that "Alpha" you killed, happened to be dear to me and I don't happen to take the death of my son's live very softly..." *Kazuya stared at his son's murderer as he threw the bucket with a simple flick of his wrist and if the man dodged anywhere, Kazuya would immediately thrust himself forward in one motion and instantly have the Katana's Blade held to the man's neck*

((Exit))
*Kazuya pivoted his body to the right watching the arrow hit the wall behind himself as he said: "You don't know what a Werewolf is don't you, Asura barely gained his power, he couldn't contain this power he was blessed, and indeed I too tried to warn him only to watch him die, he's not the only one and from what you've told me, tonight's going to be a Full Moon." *Kazuya got up and one horizontal swing of his katana he'd sheath it and scoff at the man knowing he wouldn't be much a challenge. Kazuya continued walked out the door and turned his head to the right so he looked at the man and said: "Pray that out paths never cross again, next time I will not be so merciful." *With that Kazuya walked out and went out the door as he reached the door way, Kazuya went to a sprint and started running in a cheetah speed*

Emily sat down in a chair in front of the large computer complex to wait for it to finish it's task. A few moments later, one of the large screens to the right of her came to life. Several smaller screens depicting surveillance cameras around the area Emily had plugged into the computer, and information about the location in the larger screen in the center. Emily looked up at the screen, then frowned when she noticed that the building was no longer there.

"Disc, show me when tha-" she began, then jumped slightly when the screen to her left beeped at her.

"Miss, you have just received an e-mail from an unknown sender to your "public" account." the computer informed her.

Emily sighed slightly, then stood to move over to the corner of the room. There she picked up a small tablet and turned it on. As she went about getting it started up, she sat back down into her seat. She would have Disc check the e-mail, but she didn't want to overload it with work. So... a little tablet should work fine to check her mail. If something should happen, the tablet was perfectly disposable... and the security she had in the building should scramble any signals.

When she opened her e-mail that she had under her Emily Dew alias, she frowned and looked back up at the screen. So he'd changed the location... or at least someone had. With the building destroyed, she couldn't be sure that this was from the Count or whoever had blown up the building.

Still... maybe it was just her being overly-cautious. How could they know her e-mail after all? Or that she'd even met with the man.

With a small sigh, she began typing up a reply to the e-mail. She would have Disc run a location check on the new location when it was finished with all of the other tasks.

"" Sorry, but I think you have the wrong e-mail address. "" she typed. Her automatic signature at the bottom of the e-mail reading "Emily Dew". With a little huff, she hit send and waited to see if there would be any reply. If nothing else, the guy would see that she received the message.

Hopefully not one trying to convince her that it was the right e-mail though... she wasn't sure if Cobblepot "checked" on his employee's e-mails, but she wouldn't put it past him. She didn't want him to see her taking random invitations to hotel rooms from strangers if he did hack e-mails. Especially not after Natalia found out about her double life.

As Emily watched the computer screen filled with smaller windows of surveillance cameras, something caught her eye. As well as Disc's attention. A man wearing a full costume stood in front of a camera and held a blanket up so that it was in full view of the camera. That particular screen lit up with a red boarder, and grew to one-forth the size of the computer screen.

”Miss Emily... does this instance of unusual activity warrant further attention?” the computerized voice asked. Such an instance was not considered “normal” to the computer's programing, but it wasn't aware enough to be able to tell if this was something important, or just an odd occurrence. So it needed a command to continue watching or ignore.

Emily just stared over at the video feed, her blue eyes scanning over the message on the blanket, then onto the man's masked face. Then... a small grin curled around her lips. ”Yes. Whenever you have finished gathering information on Vandal Savage, and upload all of the surveillance my bugs have recorded at the Iceberg Lounge, I want you to collect any information you have on that man's costume. Newspaper clippings, photographs, amateur video, claimed sightings... I want this man to no be so... unknown.” she replied. Then she stood and moved towards the other side of the room again.

”Disc... pause your search for information on Vandal Savage. I changed my mind about going back to Cobblepot's apartment complex tonight. I need an alibi.” she said as she reached a small file case in the corner of the room.

”Which excuse are you going to go with today, miss?”

”Cobblepot has numbers listed for Heather and Scarlet. The houses we have assigned for them... Go with Heather. Her house is close enough to Gotham to be believable.” Emily replied.

There was a brief pause, and Disc spoke again. This time in a woman's voice... no hint of a digital recording present any longer. ”Girls night out? Or a concerned friend?”

”Concerned friend. She heard I got a back full of glass and didn't want me anywhere near Gotham until I was well enough to fend for myself again.” Emily replied, opening a drawer and pulling out a small photograph. ”Perhaps out to try and get my mood back up if Cobblepot sends someone to the house to try and check on me. Keep an eye on the house and phone line we have listed for Heather. I'll call the apartment to let them know I won't be coming back, but I want to know if he calls “Heather” or sends someone to check up on me. I use the out with a friend excuse every other time I stay here... but with me leaving so suddenly because of a fight... I know he'll be wanting to check in on me.” she continued, looking at the photo.

”I'll do just that.” Disc replied, still using the female voice.

Emily sighed slightly, then sat the photograph down on the desk. She was sitting against a small brick wall that separated the park from the street. A pink sun dress curled around her legs, and a large pink hat that shaded her face from the bright spring sunlight. Next to her was a woman with very long, thick black hair and bright green eyes. She was wearing a pair of black jeans and a bright green top, and was tugging one of Emily's white sandals off her foot. Another woman sat on the wall next to Emily, her focus on the person taking the photograph. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a pony tail, and her blue eyes are staring past the camera with a glimmer of mischief in them. A low-cut leopard print top wrapped around her torso, and hung over a pair of designer blue jeans. Four other women also stood in the photograph, though they did not seem to care about sitting on the wall with the other three. One woman, a bit older than the rest of the women in the photo, leaned against the wall wearing a dark blue blouse with her blonde hair pulled up into a tight bun. Next to her stood a much younger girl with green eyes and freckles sprinkled across her cheeks. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and a few streaks of blonde highlights curled around her face. A graphic tee shirt and jeans... obviously still a teenager. Standing next to her was another younger girl. Most in this world would recognize her as Alex. Though... a younger version who still had a love for styled and spiky hair, red sunglasses, fingerless gloves, and a wardrobe that screamed rocker-chick. And lastly... sitting on the wall behind the other three girls, was another woman who had made it to this universe. Misty sat on her knees, perfectly balanced as always, looking over at Emily and the other two women. Her short brown hair wavy and curling around her face, and a white top under a blue jacket that matched her eyes.

Emily smiled gently at the photograph, then sighed and turned her attention back to her tablet in her other hand. ”Disc, if you are finished preparing for my Heather Alibi... please resume your search on Vandal Savage, as well as your other tasks.” she said. Then she began typing up another e-mail to the Count.

THIS one, however, was to be sent from her “private” e-mail. One that wasn't on Cobblepot's contact list, or have any connection to her current alias.

Julianne took the opportunity to be the awesome adult in the car. "Sorry, girl, serious business is to be taken care of in my other car..." she began, as she pulled back into the street. Shifting into drive, she finished with, "...When I get another car. Next stop: the circus!" She stepped on the gas, and began to head to the circus.

Edmond sat staring at his computer and thinking of way to upgrade it. He had access to so many many things but was searching for a way to make it better. Larger screen or even just faster work. Still he could only go back to thinking about the werewolf attack. It had all been fast and he often did this after a fight. During most encounters he had little time to think so he acted on instinct. After the fight he would always think back to what happened and change the way he would instinctively react in the future. His thoughts were interrupted by another email. He had a slight jolt then read it. The title made him laugh a bit. He thought about her question then replied.