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"Yes, I call them the Labcoats because none of us knew their names. I assume they were scientists because of what they did to us, and all of them wore a labcoat." She paused for a moment, tapped her lower lip again. "The Labcoats explained to us how animals reproduce, but they did not really explain how it is done among humans. I am sorry if I embarassed you." But she did not know why he was embarassed, or at least seemed to be. As far as she knew, there was nothing to be embarassed about.

Finally done with at least three chapters she sat back and blinked. She'd zoned out for quite some time. She ran her fingers through her hair again and thought about ordering something to eat, then decided against it in favor of going outside to explore the city. ((exit to city))

Len continued to lead the binded Lycan down the street until they approuched Hunter's entracne. He pulled back on Tyler's wrists and halted him. "Oh, incase I forgot, the name's Len Thompson. I'm sure I'll be learning your name shortly here so don't worry about it. Just shut up and let me do the talking." He gave a smile to the two hunters on guard duty.

"Why hello! Uh, I've brought a friend along...uh, business." He said, the two hunters arching their eyebrows at him. "Hey, trainees, don't question me, grab your damn speaker." He said, in a joking, yet serious tone. One of them burrowed his arm into his jacket, soon relieving a walkie-talkie from the confines. He pressed on the switch and spoke into it, telling them to momentarily shut down the Lycan defense systems. Len nodded to him and started to move but stopped and let out his hand toward the two. "You guys are forgetting something..."

The other one pulled a thick dark cloth out of her pocket and handed it to Len. He gave her a grin as he looked back to Tyler. "Alright, you, I'm gonna blind fold you because I can't risk you seeing any of this place, got it? Don't fight back and we won't have a problem." He brought the cloth in front of his face and pulled it back, tieing the ends together quickly and tightly. "Now, hang on for just a minute...that might be on for a while." He figured this Lycan would cooperate, seeing as it had so far.

He pressed him through the now open doors, hurrying and rushing through the dancing crowed. He saw 'Hunter' Wilson look up and quark his eyebrow, already he knowing what Len was bringing into his bar. He then pressed a button under his desk and ordered the Lycan defenses to be put back on, for the Lycan was in, and then shut down momentarily in Haven. Len nodded to him and continued to press him towards the back of the club, and finally to the secret entrance.

It opened and Len guided Tyler down the steel ladder and into the dephs of Haven. So good so far... Len gave a sigh as he thought. He closed the entrance as he entered after the Lycan, his gun now pulled out from being hidden, and re targeted at his guest.

((To Haven.))

She leaned back in the chair, catching the bottom of the table with her knee so she didn't fall on her back. She looked up at the ceiling, thinking about this. Does he not realize that I can still hear his thoughts? Yes...there are more. I wonder where 2, 16, 18, and 24 are anyway, not that I'll be able to find out anymore then they can find me other than by chance. I do not even know the names they chose. Thought it might have been easier if I had been created in a lab.

She let the chair fall bcak to rest on all four of its legs again, one hand to her forehead. She was starting to get a headache from the lights, and no matter how she tried, the stary thoughts she heard did not help matters. She logged away what she did hear for future study; the Labcoats had made it clear that nothing was to be overlooked in the search for the supernatural. But she was tired of all the constant babble, and headed towards Haven for some sleep.

After the first mission against the Lunites and after he'd taken care of some things in Haven, Will stumbled into the bar, tired and beat. At least he'd washed off the blood covering him before coming up here. Most of that blood had belonged to Charles. How could things have gone so badly? He'd been Hunter leader for a while, and hadn't lost anybody before tonight. It was really eating him up, and he needed a drink. Plopping down in front of the bar, he held out his hand. Almost instantly, there was a bottle of strong vodka placed in it thanks to Hunter. No words were spoken between them, and Will appreciated that. He didn't need to talk, he didn't need to be consoled, and he didn't need help dealing with his grief and guilt. Right now all he needed was to get drunk. Raising the bottle to his lips, he proceeded to do just that.

Damn... vodka's not killing brain cells nearly fast enough. Better ask for something stronger. Maybe some of my good ol' moonshine. Yeah, that'd do the trick. Just then Alex sat down too. Poor kid, I know he meant well, but I had to chew him out, for his own good. He probably needs a drink too."Oi, 'unter, gimme some a' my privat stash, willya?"

"Sure Billy, I be fighurin' that ye're needin' it."

"An' a secun glass fer Alek 'ere."

"Coming right up, boyo."

Soon the glasses of booze were filled, and Will raised his glass to the other Hunter. "Well Alex, 'eres to da wunerful life o' a Hunter, killin' lotsa shtuff til the day ya die. Kampai!"

With that he drained the glass in a single gulp, hoping to forget if only for a moment.

She came up from Haven feeling well rested and as good as new. Her shoulder was only stiff now, and she would be getting the stitches out in a couple of days. She finally spotted Skiaska behind the bar, humming and drowning herself in vodka. She sat next to William and held out the trench coat to Skiaska.

"I think you will want this back." She told the other huntress, waiting for Skiaska to take it.