“Why didn’t you kill him then and there?” Kharmen had been nagging on Aun ever since they had got back to the office building. Aun unlocked the door to their office and pushed her way inside, ignoring all of her brother’s comments. She pulled her guns out of their hilts and tossed them on her desk before plopping down in her chair. “You had plenty of time to do it!” Kharmen continued his rant, slamming his hands down on Aun‘s desk. “How long does it take to pull the goddamned trigger?” “Jesus Christ, Kharmen,” Brice interrupted him. “Let it go. It’s late. Everyone is tired. Just let it go.” “No, I’m not going to let it go.” he protested. “I’ll let it go when she’s explains why she did what she did. Or better yet, what she didn’t do.” He turned his head back to Aun. “So?” Aun rubbed her temples briefly before glaring at Kharmen. “Because we can still get to the girl.” Kharmen suspiciously raised an eyebrow. Aun huffed at him. “It takes more than a couple nights to sire someone. It’ll take him a week at least. As of now, he’d only be draining her. We have at least four more days to get to her.” “And how do you suppose we’re going to find him in four days??” “Marty and Hayden.” ~*~ Aun stood outside a small warehouse, pounding on the metal door. She was in a back alley. It was late at night and the only light she had was from the late night light pollution from the city. Again, she pounded on the door, waiting from someone to answer. A groggy looking man answered the door. His shaggy, curly, dirty-blonde hair fell in his face, covering his eyes. “Do you realize that it’s 3 o’clock in the morning?” “I suppose that I would care if I didn’t already know that you weren’t even sleeping.” Aun smiled.“Where’s Hayden?” “In the back somewhere working on something.” “You two sure keep good track of each other.” Aun laughed. “Do you think that you can do me a favor?” “How long will it take?” “I need you to look up someone, or rather something, for me.” “Oh.” He nodded his head at her and opened the door so she could get inside. “That kind of thing.” Aun stepped in past him, waiting for him to close the door before she continued. “His name is Luthien-” Marty cut her off, throwing up his hands. “You mean that you came out here at 3 o’clock in the morning to ask a question about information that is so easily attainable?” Aun tilted her head. Marty sighed heavily. “Luthien is one of the most notorious, egocentric bastards ever.” He started over towards an area full of computers and other high tech equipment, waving for Aun to follow. He sat down in his rolling office chair and pulled himself up in front of his monitor. Quickly, he began typing out information in what appeared to be a government program. Aun got no more than a couple seconds of reading in on each page since Marty was flipping through them so quickly. Finally the screen stopped moving and a page of text popped up. Aun gave her eyes a second to focus on the screen before she began reading. She jumped when the printer started, producing the information on the screen to paper in record time. Marty snatched the papers off of the desktop and handed them to Aun over his shoulder. “I’m sure that Warren could have easily done that.” His voice sounded a little annoyed and so did his expression as he turned around in his chair to face her. Aun ignored him and skimmed over the document, reading off bits and pieces of it under her breath. “Is this all the information you’ve got on him?” She kept her eyes skimming over the papers, flipping through the five pages. Marty snatched the papers from her hand and lazily flipped through them. “These are all the records I have of him, which should be more than enough.” “Did you say that Hayden is in the back?” He nodded, rubbing his temples. “Thanks.” Aun muttered before grabbing the papers back and jogged to a thick metal door. She shoved it open and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. The room was very metallic. The walls and shelves were made of stainless steel and the floor was white linoleum that was covered in black skid marks from shoes. Tools of all sorts littered the shelves and tabletops along with various gun and weapon parts. On the walls were more stainless steel racks full of gun, swords, and other weapons that Hayden had either constructed or collected throughout his life. Aun heard a loud ‘bang’ in the back and immediately made her way towards the location of the gunshot. She then heard a louder ‘clang’ and watched as an assault rifle skidded across the floor and bumped into her boots. “Goddamn it!” a deep voice bellowed. A man about 5’10” with black hair, mustache and goatee stepped around from a row of shelves, rubbing and rolling his right shoulder. He noticed Aun standing there, but made no note of it and simply snatched the gun off the ground, tossing it carelessly onto the counter before turning his attention to Aun. “Having fun?” Aun asked innocently. The man, Hayden, growled under his breath. “I finally get an M16A2, and it refuses to work with any of my equipment.” He stopped rubbing his shoulder and put his hands on his hips, staring blankly at the gun. “They’re army guns. I think that they build them that way for a reason. And you’ve already got an overload of military guns. Why are you so worried about a standard gun?” “Number one,” he scooped up the gun again, examining it at all angles. “It’s my hobby. Second, it may be standard, but after I’m done tweaking it, it’ll be awesome. And third, I don’t have very many semiautomatics.” He began walking towards the opposite side of the room, placing the gun in a metal case, shutting and locking it securely. He then opened transparent doors to a lower cabinet and slid it inside among other almost identical cases. “Why are you out here anyway?” he asked after shutting and locking the cabinet doors. “Had to get some info from Marty.” She held the papers out to him. Hayden took the papers and skimmed over him. “You do know how easy it is to-” “I know!” she interrupted him. “Marty already scolded me for it. I just thought I’d stop in and see how you were before I left. But now that I checked in with you, I have to leave because it’s about 4 o’clock in the morning and I have to be somewhere early.”