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Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she turns into a mortal woman who was holding an envelope, mouthing something at her. Removing her earphones, she blinks.

"You Xandora?" The woman asked, as if accusing her.

"..Yes..?" Unsure whether it was good or bad, while the envelope was thrust in her hands. Moving through the evening rush, she sits on the stairs to a closed down Club, and reads through it. Folding it back up, and putting it with her notepad in her back pocket, she turns round to see the deserted building. Mumbling her thanks to her Leader, she slips into the alley at the side of the building, and heads inside.

Deciding the place needed some actual heating, she discards the old club. Back on the street, she removes the metallic dot allowing herself to be sensed. She was in a better mood now, if Logan wanted to talk with her, though she wouldnt get much. Heading towards a place where she could withdraw money from her account, she stands in the line hands on hips. There were some new apartments up on the working side of town, in a converted mill complex. One of those would do, she decided, looking away from the posted advertising. Free furniture, too.

She sighed and left another building. "Not there either." So she walked to the payphones and looked up her uncle, dialing she got themachine and hung up instead of leaving a message. Note to self: Kill your uncle for sending you on a wild goose chase.

After making sure she had an apartment reserved. Xan knows she needs to return to her old apartment. Entering through the door, she cant help but feel odd. Going into each of the rooms, she takes the most important things and puts them in her pack, and takes a suitcase filled with the equipment she used to develop new healing serums and such, along with her weaponry. Leaving through the door, she leaves it unlocked. Nothing to steal, so she may as well. Heading to the complex, she sighs. New home, though she'd have to check it out.

{So I can get rid of this suitcase XD}

Checking through the apartment, she was happy the normal signs of bugging were absent. Sliding the suitcase under the bed provided, she had also put deposits down on 2 other apartments, in case younger Lycans needed somewhere to stay. Hiding the rucksack very well, she locked the door after her and headed out to the city once more.

Feeling refreshed after getting a quick shower at the new apartment - her landlord had seemed peturbed by such a scruffY looking tenant, she'd explained she'd had a bad day. After she had handed over the money he'd been fine. Slipping the iPod's earphones into her ears, she walks the main street, wondering what to do. In all honesty, she needed to talk to that Vampire.. But he wasnt available right now. Slipping her hands into her pockets, she sighs. "Another night."

Gaijin manuevers his motorcycle down the streets, which are oddly slippery what with the weather they've been having. The man wore jeans, a roughed up shirt, and a trenchcoat and didn't seem prepared for this at all. But then, what did it really matter? The weather was nothing to complain about unless you just wanted to hear yourself talk. His hair blew back, making it all the more the spikey mess that it always was. He came to a stop at a red light, his eyes scanning out of boredom now. His gaze fell on Xandora, though of course he didn't know her. He wondered at her though, since she was one of the few that had been out that he'd seen besides transformed Lycans and that Hunter, Nemesis. He revved his cycle loud, seeing if he could catch her attention.

Still there was something, something about that one that made her stand out from the people that were out. It WAS late and pretty cold so maybe that was the reason why there were fewer people out than there should have been, but that didn't explain why that one touched something off in him. Maybe it was a Hunter's instinct in him, but he knew something wasn't quite right about her, that she wasn't human. He pulled his bike over, noting the area so he could find it again, before setting off on foot. He trailed her for a while, silently watching her as she made her way through the crowd. Why was it that this young girl looked so oddly... off... to Gaijin?

Gaijin steps up beside the girl, reaching out an taking a copy of the same paper, opening it as well to the mysterious death article. He smirks a bit, as whoever wrote this report seemed to not know at all what was going on. Though that made sense, since few humans actually did. He himself hadn't had a clue until a Lycan had ripped Tom to shreds and tried to kill him too. He looked at the girl out of the corner of his eye, deciding to try something. His voice was low, as if muttering to himself, though he purposefully made it loud enough that she would easily hear. Funny how these reporters never even guess that their killer is more than likely a Lycan.