"I'll have the location be mailed to you, through a secure informant. Can never speak of this lightly in publics. The walls have ears."he said, and waved her off, the three getting up, and leaving

The barkeep waved her forward, and put a bottle of guinness in front of her. "I used to be one of them, you know...Im an idealist, really. However, I don't agree with some of Joseph's methods, so I work as a barkeep. Supplying information is the most I do now."she said

Vixen sat down, but waved away the alcohol. "Well, it's an important job. Someone's gotta pass information around, else no one would know anything. My question now is, where do I go while I wait for my assignment location? I can't go back to my father. He thinks I'm in hiding, and any mail I got would be inspected."

The Barkeep slid a key to her. "go to the Flowing Bowl Inn down the Street. Room 267. Don't worry about rent: I got that covered. "she said.

Vixen nodded and gave the barkeep a tight smile. "Raibh míle maith agaibh, miss. I'll head over there right now." She said, taking the key and standing up.

The Room was Decent Sized: a bedroom, Kitchen, and Bathroom. There was a Computer in the Bedroom, obviously for keeping tabs with the Nephilim. There was a bottle of Acqua di Cristallo Tributo a Modigliani water, with a bow tied on it: A gift from Joseph.It was probably the most expensive thing in the room.

Vixen smiled slightly at the bottle, though she left it alone. She was tired, and wanted nothing more than to sleep. After locking the door tightly and checking everywhere for cameras, audio devices or any other bugs, she flopped onto the bed and closed her eyes.

at 9:30 am the next morning, a package slid through. It contained 3 Satchel Charges, along with Dossiers on the Various people that were attending. One of them was Joseph, under the Alias of 'Jason Pragley.'

( DUN DUN DUN!!!!!)

Vixen woke up about an hour later, and saw the package first thing. She went and checked it out right away, and felt her heart stop as she read who would be there. Oh, no...what do I do? There's no way he knew about this...did he know about this? This has to be some kind of test. What do I do? She thought frantically. All her instincts, from a lifetime of missions and an upbringing of ruthlessness, told her to proceed with the plan. Which would have been fine, if she didn't feel the urge to throw up whenever she thought of Joseph, dead. "Oh....." She moaned, adding a few expletives for good measure.

Night would soon come. The package provided a Dress (as too blend in with the crowd), and Joseph was seen talking to several people. It was said that 'Jason Pragley' was too be singing tonight. He was oblivious to the plan that was put in motion, and was mainly here to find out who was in the higher ranks of the Mob.

Vixen disregarded the dress, as she planned not to be seen anyway. She wasn't going to be in the crowd at all. Difficult as it was, she finally came to a decision, and just before she was supposed to leave, she headed to the bar from the previous night. Hopefully, the bartender woman would be there.

((Andraus:))

The Bartender was there, fixing a Vanilla milkshake out of a new machine. "Oh, hey there Fox. "she said, placing the Milkshake in front of her. "Something you need?"she asked.

Vixen nodded, trying to keep the tortured look off her features. "I'm supposed to put down my dog tonight." She said meaningfully, hoping she would understand what she was actually saying.

"You're supposed to put down your-..."she stopped. "That's bad. Where at?"

Vixen took out a small piece of paper from her pocket- the address from the letter, ripped from the letter itself- and handed it to her. "It's got me down. I'm pretty attached to him, but I don't see a way out of it."

"I know a Doctor. I'll see what he can do. "She said, patting her hand.

"Thanks, I owe you one. I have to go, I'll come back tomorrow night." Vixen said, smiling slightly and standing up to go.

Joseph, aka Jason Pragily, was at the Party, having a blast. A Local Doctor at the Hospitol, under-cover in the Irish mob, walked over to him, and whispered to him. Joseph nodded, and made an Excuse to leave, as did the Agent. When he was outside, he held up a lighter, towards the building. "Come home safe, Fox."he said.

Meanwhile, Vixen was just about finished setting up the charges. So far no one had seen her, and she thanked her luck once again as she got the hell away from there. From a rooftop nearby, she happened to see someone holding up a lighter, and smiled. Thank God, he's out. Now I can send them flying. She thought, holding up the detonator and pressing the button.

Joseph smiled as the Building collapsed under the Hell-storm of Fire, and closed the lighter. "The Debt is repaid, You bastards. May you all be screaming in hell. "he said, and got into his Car. He knew she was watching, and was waiting to drive her back.

After quickly changing clothes so that she looked like a regular passerby, Vixen headed over to Joesph's car and knocked lightly on the window. "Hey. Is it safe to be seen together?"

"Don't know, don't care. "he said, pulling her in, and kissing her hard.

Vixen let him kiss her for a bit, before pulling away. "Alright, we can do that later. For now, let's get out of here." She said.

Joseph started the car, getting away from the burning buildings. "I say, you did damn well. "He said to her. "So how'd you like that water I bought you? "he asked.

"Thanks. It was more difficult than it's ever been before." She said, shaking her head. "Water? I'm sorry, everything previous to the explosion is kind of blank right now."