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"They don't seem much obliged for conversation," Archer whispered, "And either the big one's injured, or exhausted from butchery 'cos I'm smelling blood. Can we lock them out with that security door?"

The list of locations troubled Nurthk, who once again felt the claws of doubt in his chest regarding the nature of the letters. Now they were being prevented from personally delivering the final letter. Was it for the best? "Music man," he addressed the man on the piano, "Can you play Ten...

Archer drew a handkerchief, clearing his throat as he dabbed at the corners of his mouth. He pointed out what he noticed to the others. Archer climbed atop the store counter, signaled for quiet from the others and listened carefully next to the trap door. "Second opinion, Beth?" he asked...

Archer refrained from touching things. The old man had died, a mixed blessing, and he didn't want to leave too much evidence of his identity or his colleagues' if cops became involved. He looked about the ceiling for a security camera, but didn't expect to see any if the owners wouldn't even...

"Hmph," from behind the counter Archer looked at the old man as though he was a troublemaking customer. Without the fight distracting him Archer searched again for a fire extinguisher. And rope. "Guess he must have been clinging to the ceiling for quite a while if he's exhausted, or his drugs...

Archer gave the holdout to Cole here, when he didn't expect to be fighting his way into the store himself. With their assailant scuttling towards the back of the room Archer moves into the store and looks for a fire extinguisher behind the counter. "This is far from ideal. Far from ideal," he...

Being unarmed Archer steps out of the way and allows by those with a plan of action. "I'm not much use without a gun in hand," he shrugs apologetically and looks into the store for a fire extinguisher.

"If there's unusual circumstances to be considered I'm sure Arrich will explain," Nurthk seems to enjoy seeing the fortress inside and out, "Or at least, I hope he will."

"Didn't seem like long-" Archer cuts short, and raises a hand to suggest the others stop making noise, "I hear breathing, and a heartbeat. Shallow and quick. There's someone hiding inside... hmm, or it's an animal." Archer almost kicked himself when he realised it. Shallow breathing? Rapid...

Archer waited silently for an answer from Beth, but none was forthcoming. When the others turned the corner he whispered one last statement. "Think it over." "The dealer has departed? Delightful," he alliterates, "What we're doing then depends on how much time we have to work with." Archer...

"Hmm?" Nurthk is disturbed from his reverie by Xiao's talking, "Sorry Xiao, hadn't realised you asked... I was stuck in my own thoughts. "A lot of backtracking I imagine will be the next step. I can think of a few old friends who could use our expertise in their struggles."

Archer pocketed the roots and stepped away from the window, but didn't turn his back on it. "I thought there was more to Nice than meets the eye," Archer said to Beth, pleasantly surprised. "So Beth, you feel a powerful attachment to your sire, do you not? I'm guessing that's why you were...

Archer leaned against the wall next to the dumpster, looking vaguely irate about the casual disregard for his ideas. This gradually faded to a neutral expression during Beth's banter with the dealer. He raised an eyebrow when Cole chose to join the conversation, but remained silent. He honestly...

"For f:)ck sake," Archer muttered to himself as Beth skipped ahead and he gathered his wits. Damn hallucinations. There was an opportunity to discreetly discuss with Beth the problem of her sire, and she had shot it down. Well, she was unaware that was Archer's intention so he couldn't get...

"Patience, Cole," Archer said, prevented from answering Beth first, "Preparation is everything, so give me a minute to explain my thoughts and recommendations here. "The store looks closed, but if it's linked to vampires there could be a night shift to cater for nocturnal customers. Looking...

Archer nodded. Another reminder that there was much he didn't know, or perhaps just 'growing pains' as he came into his own as one of the undead. "Beth, care to lend me an eye and ear?" he indicated towards the alley in which Golden Spice resided, "Should only take a minute or so."

Archer stepped out of the car and suddenly flinched. A grimace momentarily crossing his features. "F:)ck," he said, dropping to a crouch beside the car and pulling up his sleeves to check his arms. They looked normal, and he shook his head, confused. His hand went to his coat pocket and he...

"If that's the verdict then I have a lead to check before we go back. I'll try not to use the rest of the evening," Archer drew a business card from inside his coat, and handed it to Biggs, "This is where we need to go: Gkao Golden Spice." He pointed out the address on the card. "My priority...

Something was up. Her eyes spoke something different to what was being said. "I understand," Archer said, whether he was responding to the spoken or unspoken was unclear. "Beth's isn't an option at present," he announced matter-of-factly, making sure everyone in the car heard clearly, "Neither...

"What about you, Beth? Want to get started on tracking down yours?" Archer had the holdout in hand, and was removing the unspent cartridges one by one to inspect them, "No rush though if you don't feel like it, we don't exactly have a derth of things to get done." He returned the cartridges to...