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"Right, sorry, I should have mentioned this. Are you fimilar with ummm..." Rybek looked around and saw no one listening then leaned in close just to be carefull. "Vampires?" She asked flashing her fangs.

"Good. You see this room right here that is somewhat off the map?" Rybek asked setting the now torn map on the table and pointing to a small square on the map that was indead unfinished and going off the table.

A young Nosferatu wearing a hunter-green cloak around his shoulders walked into the lobby of the club called Blax soundlessly, almost trying not to draw any attention to himself as he walked to one of the empty tables. Taking a seat, he looked around at the other visitors with his one good eye, taking in every detail as if there was a vacuum in the center of his silver-hued eye. He leaned back in his chair slightly and made himself comfortable; he was waiting for someone who had arranged to meet him in the club at about that time. Normally, he did not frequent public places such as this, but he did not choose the meeting place; that was the responsibility of his clients. Hoping that he, she, or it would arrive soon, he leaned back against the back of his chair and let out a sigh.

The young Nosferatu looked away as the woman approached him, pretending not to have noticed her. He knew that his job required a certain level of security, and that meant confirming the identity of his client. Until he was sure that the person he was talking to was actually his client, he would barely even recognize her, let alone speak to her.

"Thirsty...I wonder what I should order," the cloaked Nosferatu said quietly, so the unknown woman was the only one who could hear him; he wanted to test her, to see if she knew what response he was expecting.

Hearing the code phrase he had expected from his client, the Nosferatu knew only one of two things were possible: either the woman really was his client, or she was an enemy who had extracted the code phrase from his real client and had plans for him. Because he had planned for the worst, the young vampire was not worried; in the event that his meeting truly was a set-up, he had several plans already laid out to ensure his escape and survival. With this in mind, he sat up straight in his chair and told her, "Have a seat."

As he turned his attention to the mystery woman, he asked, "You said you had a favor to ask of me...Now that we're in private, we can discuss it. First of all...what kind of trouble are you in? You seemed a bit nervous when we first spoke; I'm guessing that you have as much reason to keep this conversation off the records as I do."

The Nosferatu allowed himself a slight chuckle before responding, "If your source is so reliable, then why do you question my abilities?" Growing serious again, he continued, "You've called on me because you have no one else to turn to, am I right? Before you question whether you can trust me, you had better think long and hard about whether or not you can trust anyone else.

"Let me tell you something," the young vampire said, leaning back in his chair. "Everyone has someone or something to run from; I'm no exception. The problem is, everyone's so frightened that they refuse to turn to each other for help, so all they end up doing is trampling one another. The only reason I even have a face and a name is because I want to reach out to people like you who get trapped under the stampede of the ignorant masses."

Finally done with his long-winded monologue, he asked, "Now, are you ready to tell me what the problem is?"

The woman's situation was unfortunate; sadly, the Nosferatu had seen it happen once before, and it had not ended well for any parties involved, himself included. He noted the fact that he had connections; the idea that he had access to an intelligence network would make it difficult to use the element of surprise, which would put the young vampire at quite the disadvantage.

"I'm not sure how much help I can be there," he said with a sigh. "After all, I'm an information broker, not an assassin. I might be able to talk to the guy, whisper the right things in his ear, and make him go away, but if he has men inside the intelligence loop, I can't just kill him for you; I'd trip too many alarms, and we'd both end up pinned to a wall somewhere. If you really think that I can help you, just go home tonight and act like this conversation never happened. You'll come back here this time tomorrow night, and we'll discuss how this is going to play out. Understood?"

As he stood up to leave, the young Nosferatu 'accidentally' dropped his hood, showing the woman his deformed face, the place where his left eye would have been now nothing more than a mass of mangled flesh and muscle. "Like I said...people like you give me my name...and you also give me my face. Don't ever take what you have for granted; some day, you may end up losing it all." With that, he donned his hood again and slowly walked out of Blax, the door slowly closing behind him. A moment later, he was gone, melded into the shadows of the weary moon.