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((I dont mind, you can do the anarch leader, I think thats all we really need to talk to, if you want to have a few of the other anarchs to talk too you can do them in another color if you want.))

Jack followed the others to the pier. He could smell the salt water in the wind. He looked over at the dock and saw the anarchs already waiting for them. Never taking his eyes off the silhouettes of the anarchs he spoke to Johnny "Do you think we should talk to them now, or should we at least wait for the others to get back from the church?"

Caerul walked right away up to the front ofthe church, keeping his head low, kneeling before the large statue of Christ. It was still pretty early in the evening, but for mortal, definitely past church time, meaning there was only one other couple in there, and the priest. After several minutes with his head down, softely praying, Caerul got up, and went into the confessional.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been two days since my last confession, and in that time I have covorted with the enemy and lied outright." He spoke every word softely, but still his Irish accent pulled through.

"Do not worry my son. You are on God's path, and soon shall see the day when you have shaken off your sins and once again be accepted amongst His angels. For now, you need only say five Hail Marys and sip of the communion wine." The priest said in return, equally softely.

Caerul did as commanded, only to reunite with Fiona as soon as he was done.

"Let's go, we need to meet with the others."

He took a deep breath...not that he needs to...took Fiona's Hand, and began walking towards the piers.

"You think these gangbangers are going to be helpful, or even have a morsel of purity left?" He directed this question to both Jackal and Fiona.

~Draven stepped slowly into the water with Renee, as he did he leant forward and placed a kiss on her left cheek. His own body was just as it had been in the days of the late 1920s. Toned, fit, athletic, and although he was a bit more into his appearance than most males, he still held a hint of that "I don't care" sterotype. He stepped back to lean his back against the showers wall.. allowing Renee the pleasure of the full stream of water. As was his way he spent most of these times simply watching her... before he would wash quickly.. ~ So My Prince... My Luv.. what does this night hold in her arms for us?

He raced them to the Piers, moving as quick as he could, it was almost the time Skulls had given them for the meeting.

"This isn't for the Prince, Fiona...this is to better understand the enemy we must face. We must destroy evil, and if that means slaying every last beast of sin, then so be it..." His gaze drifted from Fiona to Jackal, and to his own feet.

He stopped abruptly, as they reached the piers, or at least the gates leading into them.

"Here we go, are you guys ready for this?" his tone was soft, but cold, and very cautious.

Angelo awoke but layed there a while. He was close to Annabella. He could feel it. Soon it would be over. But first he had to meet the Prince. Introductions were necessary before he could hunt in her territory. From the information he got before he flew here, the Prince was a Toriador and in traditional Tori fashion, a knockout. The club he went to the night before was hers as well. Hopefully, she'd be there tonight.

With a groan, Angelo slid out of bed and made his way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, he picked out a charcoal Etro suit, a white button-down, and black leather Salvatore Ferragamo's. He grabbed his Armani watch and platinium chain before giving himself one last look. This should be good enough for a Toriador. Hell, the way he was looking, he might be mistaken for a Tori himself. He grabbed his cellphone and keys and then headed to his rent-a-car.

Parking was a b***h once Angelo got to the club. He had to circle 3 times before finding a spot 2 blocks away. Grumpily, Angelo, slid out of the car and walked to the entrance. The line was pretty long for so early in the evening. The Prince must be doing pretty well for herself. After 20 mins. Angelo finally got inside. He made his way to the bar, scanning the place as he walked. So many bodies already grinding on the dancefloor. Annabella's sort of place not his really. He liked the classier clubs of the early 60's. The sort of place a guy could take his gal. Where you could sit at a table, order a drink, talk, and take in a show. Heh. But most of those sorts of places are long gone. Making way for warehouse style building pumping beats through the biggest speakers they could find. No talking, no sitting. Just a shot at the bar and then back out to the dance floor to rub on more random strangers.

Finally he managed to get to the bar. People all around him crowded his back as they stretched to reach over him to their drinks. Now if only he could get the bartender's attention.