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Veroen contemplated the possible location of a base that the Nightwatch would have. He remembered the city well, but not enough to know of a possible location for the Nightwatch base. As Alexz paused, so did Veroen. He knew that without any information, they were helpless. A Recon operation was in order, Veroen style.

Veroen took one last drag off his cigar as Alexz turned to Rogue and asked what her ideas were. As he exhaled, he dropped the cigar, and it fell to the ground with a soft clump. He then stepped on it with his leather combat boots, and as it went out, it then disappeared in a flash of Void energy, leaving the floor where it had landed, spotless. Veroen may have been a ruthless assassin, but he still had manners.

Turning to the two of them, he spoke before Rogue could answer.

"We need information on this groups whereabouts. At the moment we are at a disadvantage because of our lack of information." He paused for a moment, lifting his arm and bending his elbow so that his hand was pointed straight up to the ceiling. "...That needs to change." As soon as he had finished, he snapped his fingers, and instantly his shadow grew behind him, and split into three different shadows at different angles behind him. Each shadow mirrored Veroen's likeness, but then changed shape slightly, manifesting into physical forms. After what was a fraction of a second, three men were standing behind Veroen. These were souls of dead men, whom Veroen had killed during his time away from New York, and they were slaves to the Void. They were given physical bodies, but bodies created from the power of the Void, much like Veroen's artificial eye.

They stood there silently, with discipline, waiting for Veroen's orders without a movement. Each of them wore a mask that looked like a traditional animal of the chinese zodiac. The one on Veroens left wore a mask that looked like the face of a rat, the one in the middle wore a mask with the face of serpent, and the one on the right wore a mask with the face of an Ox. That was the only difference between them, however, for all three of them were garbed in the same black leather armor that clung to their bodies. They were each armed with a pistol at their sides, pockets with magazines of both Silver Nitrate ammunition and UV ammunition on their chests, a silver sword not so different than Veroens on their back, and a multitude of silver daggers in sheathes strapped to their leg, their arm, and their side. They were well prepared for any encounter with rogue Lycans, and more importantly, insane Vampires.

Veroen smiled with the corner of his mouth at Rogue and Alexz. This was one of many tricks he had learned during his absence, something that Alasdair and Kyrre were capable of, though Veroen was never told how to accomplish such a thing. He learned it through his growing connection with the Void while in China, along with several other new tricks that would yet be revealed.

He turned to the three Void assassins after a moment, and barked an order.

"Scan the city for any signs of this Nightwatch organization. If you come by one of them, bring them to me... Alive. Otherwise, stay covert, and report to me regularly."

The three of them nodded without a word, and disappeared immediately in a flash of shadow that quickly dissolved into the air.

Veroen turned back to Alexz and Rogue, and pulled out a small black earpiece out of the inside pocket of his leather coat, and placed it in his ear so that himself and the three Void assassins were in constant contact should they have to report something, or if Veroen decided to give new orders.

After he placed the earpiece in his ear, he smiled at the two of them.
"Time is precious when it comes to situations like this. Might as well not waste it while we discuss our next move." He made his way back to the wall he had been leaning on earlier, and leaned on it again with his arms crossed. "Now, where were we?"

Veroen silently nodded at rogue as she suggested that he have a few drinks. It was a nice idea, really. He thought about the time he spent in Ireland a few decades ago, spending endless nights drowning himself in alcohol.

He uncrossed his arms after Rogue finished her statement.

"Likewise, dear sister. I'll let you know if I find out anything." he paused before heading to the door. "...be sure to do the same."

He then turned to Alexz, with a slight grin. "Be sure to drink up, if we are to be as effective of a trio as we are, I should think that you need to replenish yourself." And with that, he dissipated into a flash of Void energy, only to reappear at an empty seat at the bar that had just moments earlier been a floor above him.

Veroen didn't gaze around the bar like he would have done in the old days. There was little that he was afraid of, and he knew no one would be stupid enough to attempt to ignite a confrontation in the very bar that had the Vampire headquarters underneath it. He did however, feel the presence of two Void Users in the vicinity. He paused for a moment, not taking his eyes from the counter in front of him. He wondered who these two Void Users were, figuring that they were newcomers in the City, since as far as he knew he was the last remaining Void Master in the coven, other than Rogue and Alexz, who both had small, yet distinguished connections to it as well.

His train of thought was broken when the bartender spoke to him. "What'll it be?"

Veroen glanced up at the bartender and said in a deep toneless voice, "The usual."

The bartender gave him a questionable look, before finally realizing who he was looking at. The bartender smirked, and tossed the towel he had been using a few moments ago to wipe up a mess, over his shoulder.

"I'll be damned. Haven't seen you in years, V." He chuckled again, "Ha! Figured you'd be back, Jason owes me 10 bucks!" The bartender chuckled to himself, and drew a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it with a smile. As he exhaled, he spoke to Veroen again. "So the usual, eh? That ridiculous concoction of yours from Ireland, right? Right away." He started to turn, but stopped and turned back to Veroen. "Good to have you back, sir."

Veroen nodded at him in acknowledgement. Veroen had known the bartender for quite some time, though he never asked for his name. Clearly, however, the Bartender remembered him quite well.

Veroen flicked his fingers, and out of a flash of Void energy, produced a Cuban cigar out of midair. It would be his third for the evening. He didn't normally consume so many fine cigars in one evening, but his return to the city was a truly special occasion. He brought it to his mouth, and with the same technique, he manifested his silver lighter in the other hand, and then lit the cigar. He flipped the lid of the lighter shut, and it disappeared into another puff of Void energy. Moments later, the Bartender set down an extremely dark, murky concoction in front of Veroen. Veroen smiled at the corner of his mouth, and glanced up at the bartender, and handed him a few bills, and said, "Thanks, keep'em comin."

The bartender grinned and replied "Very well." and turned around to tend to the other customers.

Veroen downed the entire concoction that wreaked of multiple strong liquors in one smooth motion, setting the empty glass down on the counter in front of him with a soft clink. He then took a large hit off the fat Cuban cigar, and proceeded to glance around the bar, taking note of every face in the vicinity.

"Interesting..." he muttered to himself after getting a look at the two newcomers who clearly stuck out like sore thumbs. More than likely the two Void users he felt moments earlier.

He aimed his eyes back to the counter in front of him quietly, as he waited for his next round of drinks.