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sped down the street towards the safe house. Right before she turned the bike though, she could have sworn she caught a white bushy tail disappearing around the building.
     
     
         “Damn it!  She’s a girl!” Claude said again. He was rubbing his chin, pacing in front of the rented van.
        “Yes, I noticed. You care to explain to me how you and the others didn’t pick up that tidbit from the Columbus group? I noticed it right away.” His eyes had trained on her first out of everyone seated at the table. She had a beautiful profile while she was laughing. Her eyes were the color of cognac and had an exotic tilt to them. Her hair was shorter than he usually liked, but it was full of voluptuous black curls. The kind you ran your fingers through and they bounced, holding their shape. That was the excuse he was using on why he hadn't effectively caught her on the way out of the door. He was stunned by her beauty.
       “Everyone referred to her as 'Vic'. I just assumed. She had left the group two or three weeks before the attack so I didn’t probe deeper at the time,” he said, guiltily.
       “Alright Claude. It’s fine. We’ll find her. Where are Dom and Gloria?” As soon as he asked they appeared from around the corner, dragging a bloodied Were between them.
        “What have we here?” Adam asked.
        “Gloria beat the shit out of this guy with an impact baton. He was already out when I found them,” Dom explained, giving a wide eyed sideways look towards Gloria. The male signal for "This bitch is nuts."
        “I thought you said you were untrained Gloria?” Adam asked as they lifted the male into the back of the van.
        “I said I was untrained in Investigations.” Was all she replied, slamming the double doors after they roped him. Claude looked wide eyed at him too.
        “So you have some training in self defense then, is that what you’re saying?” He probed a bit.
        “Yes, self defense. As well as Aikido, Boxing, Jiu Jitsu, Judo, Krav Maga, and Muay Thai.” She leveled a stare at all three of them, as if to warn them she could and would kill them in seven thousand different ways given a chance. Why it hadn't come up before now was a mystery. He chalked it up to lack of choice on their part. Her Father probably didn't give Dom a chance to interview her. If at all possible Claudes eyes had grown wider.
        “I apologize formally for mentioning your breasts earlier today. Let me say I hold you in the highest respect,” Claude said, completely serious. She just snorted, opened the passenger door, and sat down.
        “I wasn’t joking. That’s the coolest shit I’ve ever heard. If she wasn’t Joneses Daughter I’d ask her to marry me,” he said.
        “Yeah, can you imagine Jones as your Father-in-law?” Dom said. They all shuddered.
        “Can we go? He's not going to stay knocked out forever,” Gloria yelled from inside the van.
        “Did you notice she listed that shit in alphabetical order?” Claude whispered to Dom as they walked to the front of the van. Adam hopped into the driver seat and they left the seedy end of town and headed to the Mandarin. He drove into the parking garage and had to take their unconscious friend up the service elevator, with Dom on point checking for witnesses. As soon as they were all settled in the room, Claude pulled a chair from the dining room and they tied the Were to it. Claude fished around in his pockets, finding a knife, seven dollars and his cell phone.
        "Jackpot," he said holding it up.
        "Got anything we can use?" Dom asked. Claude scanned it for a few seconds.
        "He got a text at 12:10 saying that the pub was being watched and to get out. It just says "D". Whoever it is must have seen us and tried to warn them."
        "He must not have checked his phone then." Adam reached out for the phone and Claude handed it over. All the contacts were labeled with one letter