Calmly stepping through the exit of the Airport, the man looked around with a curious glance to every direction. The city of Vancouver was strange to him. He was used to the hustle and bustle of good old Reno, Nevada. Where he could be himself, and not be almost burned to the stake.

Trenchcoat blowing in the wind, he gripped it tightly to himself. He didn't want anyone seeing what was underneath. Lukas Price after all was a Raveniir. They were similar to humans in every way. Except they had small, unnoticable slits in their fingertips. Their vision was almost forty times better than that of a human, and they had uncanny wings on their backs. Hopping into a cab, he told the cabbie to go to the nearest Police Station around.
Now, Lukas Price was a Private Investigator of 19 years in age, too young to make arrests, much to his dismay. Trusted, and known for what he was, in his town of Reno, Nevada. Lukas was now renown in many ways, some people saw him as an 'Expert', thinking the Police Force unfair in their claims of him being too young to make arrests. Even if he was just as skilled as half the damned force, maybe more so.

He also had a very, very dark past. Almost no one but his now-ex-fiance, his old partner's sister, and the Police Chief in Reno knew. Lukas wasn't all he looked. He was skilled in Espionage, Stealth, Military tactics and many, many other little skills and nitpicks. He was also, unknown to many, a powerful Aerokinetic and Telepathic. Though he didn't use these as much as his other skills. Lukas was once one of the most feared, and unknown, kinds of criminals in any underworld. Lukas was once a Ghost. A Shinobi, almost, trained since birth secretly in all forms of stealth, visual, audible, verbal, social. He was a master in almost all forms. His specialty however was verbal and social. He was trained specifially as an Archangel Ghost. A Ghost who is also a Raveniir, and specializes in Espionage, being a Double Agent.

Lukas Price was someone you didn't want to mess with. The only thing was, the town of Vancouver both didn't know about Psionics. Nor did they know of Raveniirs. He was stuck. Someone called for him, an Investigator working for the Police here, a D.I. (Detective Inspector). He didn't know who. All he knew were the words Police Chief Murphy, now almost 50, told him before he left...

"Lukas," Murphy had looked at him calmly from over his desk. "You've been called down to Vancouver to help them with some murders, grim business I know..." He sighed heavily, "You don't work for us, and we don't work for you. We've established this. We're kind to you because of your skill... And you're a good guy. I'm sorry about Jack," He hesitated, "He was a great man. And a better P.I. Your Hawkeye Investigations company is extremely small. But you guys've put it on the map. I don't know how, you just have. Anyways, I don't know why you were picked between you and our men..." Raking his hands throught his hair, Lukas put his hand up, sitting across the desk, to quiet him before he started again.
"Don't worry, Murph. I know what you're gonna say. 'I'll be representing our force and my own agency. Do my best. And play nice.'... No guarentees, Chief." The Raveniir said, his wings ruffling, folded in as they always were, with a wink added to this. He got up, and walked to the door. "Price!" Lukas turned, smiling calmly, "Sire?" Murphy grinned, "You forgot to add: No fuck ups."

As Lukas walked into the police station, he took a seat and looked around. Whoever'd sent him, he knew that they were supposed to meet him. Putting his night camouflage-styled messenger bag in his lap, and not taking off his trenchcoat. He looked at his digital night-camo watch-strap, tearing the velcroe to look at the watch. "Bailey... You're supposed to be here from your mom's, all ready... Come on, don't leave me hanging, chickity..." Chikity was a referance to him being a Raveniir, and his little 'pet name' for Bailey. Though he wasn't sure if she disliked it or not.

Fumbling nervously, Lukas looked at a paper: 'WOLFMAN STRIKES AGAIN! The police, Lukas wondered, if they got the name 'Wolfman' from his discovered strike on Wolf Street. Or the bizzare way the bodies always wore... Stabbed in the throat. Clothing torn off, or just torn. A bloody gouge in the anus, literally. And then a hard bite on the stomach. Odd... Though, the teeth, Lukas noticed by the picture, were odd... They weren't normal looking. Almost... Neanderthal-esque...

Well, Lukas thought, whoever called for me better make this whole thing worth my time... And my sweat of this damned coat!

Katia sat in her office. It had a window, an actual window. Now this was the life... she thought, leaning back in her chair and snickering to herself.

She was petite, only a small 5'4" but they didn't call her the tank for nothing. At first when people at the department had donned her with the name in the academy it had been a running joke. They were impressed by her experience, her expertise. If only they knew how deep that expertise went.

She had money, she didn't need this job, but when she'd quit her life as a ghost, well went into hiding really... life had become dull. She needed a firearm back in her hands and open fire over her head.

She took her .58 caliber from her him and dissembled it, cleaning it gently, like giving a lover a sensual massage. God she was screwed up. She finished and put the gun away just as Sergeant Yuli, a old asian veteran in the department knocked.
"Your interview is waiting. Pleasant kid, looks like the perfect baby sitter for the kids." He said mockingly, referring to Luke's rough demeanor. She smiled, a thrill of excitement going through her.

It had been a long time since she'd seen him back in the dark times of her past. When she'd quit she'd had to change her name, her face, her hair. She was a shadow of what she'd been. Perhaps she wouldn't even recognize her.

She sat down across from him, at the desk in one of the interview rooms where he waited. She put on her work-face, all business.
"Welcome to The VPD, Prince. Glad you could come on such short notice. Seems we have quite a problem on our hands."

"Here's your change. Have a good day," the cashier spoke in that trademark, sing-song voice as she passed the customer their drinks and change from over the counter. "Thanks, you too!" came her reply, sounding more rushed than sing-song. She glanced at the clock at the wall, groaned, and rushed out the door of the Tim Hortons as fast as she dared. "Lukas is gonna kill me!"

Calling for a taxi, she climbed into the back seat and leaned her forehead against the cool window pane after indictating to the driver she wanted to go to the police station. Bailey watched the cityscape crawl past her as they drove, thinking back. How long had it been since she'd first started working with Lukas? She couldn't remember. It seemed like just yesterday, she was standing at his doorstep, asking for a job as his assistant. They'd been inseperable ever since.

And now here they were in Vancouver, so far from home, investigating a murder case that people were starting to dub 'The Wolfman Massacre'. Not that that really bothered her ... she worked with a Raveniir. But her mother also lived in Vancouver, which worried her immensely. This case was personal.

The taxi pulled up to the station. She paid him quickly and, with the two drinks, entered, looking about for her partner. She wasn't that hard to miss ... she smiled when she found him, waving. "Lukas, hey!" It wasn't very crowded, so there was no need to duck between the crowd to get to him. "I brought you a coffee from Timmies, sorry I'm so late." She smiled sheepishly in apology.

She got there just in time, it seemed, as they were called in not a minute later. She sat across from the police officier and waited for Lukas to introduce them, if that, listening intently. It was all business, now.

Looking up at the officer, Lukas smiled weakly, taking a cigarette out from his pocket, and lighting it with an actual lighter this time. Usually he used his mental abilities, but, he couldn't this time which annoyed him greatly. He had to keep his cover. "It's Price woman, get my damn name right okay...?" He smiled slightly, looking at her with curiousity. "Katia it's been a while. How's Vancouver treating you?" He used her real name, possibly an error on his part. But hell, her brother had just died, as well as his best friend. What else could he say?


He looked at Bailey with affection in his eyes, obvious affection.
Though took the cup of coffee, pretending once again to be the hardened boss. He was always one of the best actors, he could've won fifteen fuckin' emmy's in a row! "You're late, what the fuck? You were supposed to be here fifteen damn minutes ago!" While he was talking to cover out what he was really saying, he smiled in his mind.

His mind was talking to her differently, both of them being, secretly, telepathic. It's great to see you. How's your mom, she still kinda miffed you want to marry me?

Katia smiled. She'd purposely miss pronounced his name. She loved getting under his skin. She'd latched on to that particular talent since the day she'd met him. She drew in a ragged breath and pushed forward. Back to business.

"Not treating me well I'm afraid... First month in this position, a fresh start, and I have this shit crawling up my ass!"
She straightened the file in front of her and slid it across the table.
She slid it to Luke, not to Bailey.

She barely even registered her, simply nodding and saying "Bailey".

She hadn't ordered that Bailey be sent here. She needed Luke, and his talents, not her. To be honest, she had never quite understood their relationship, but only knew that it had been rocky at times.

Jack had always been protective over Luke, like a brother... and with him gone.. Her heart seized at the thought. With him gone, she had been watching out for Lucas... using her government resources to keep tabs on him... just in case he got in over his head and needed her resources.
If he ever found out he'd chew her out so she prayed he didn't and kept her fingers crossed.

"We can't get a location on him. What can you do for us, Luke? I know this is your area of expertise...."

"Geez, keep your pants on, chief. I go out of my way to get you a coffee and what do I get? Sheesh ..." she scowled and took a drink, but of course, was not hurt. It took everything in her not to smile. In fact, she turned completely around to reach over the back of the chair and rummage around in her bag so she could hide the gesture.

Oh, she's not bad. She was surprised, but she got over it. And now she's notifying everybody, and I mean *everybody*. And they're excited. They want to meet you, but they understand that that can wait until after the case. Back to reality, Bailey finally sat down properly in her seat, flipping to a blank page in her notebook. Her pen hovered just over the paper. "A little more detailed information on these killings would be nice ..." Bailey murmured to the both of them, seeing as the papers didn't give too much away. Nothing of importance, anyway.

She sighed heavily, stressed beyond belief and ran her finger through her auburn colored hair. She pulled some 4 by 6 photographs from her leather messenger bag.

"This enough information for you?" She asked, scowling at the pictures. Men, women, children... gapping wounds. Some had been rotting for days, other only hours but all were grotesque and made the room spin and your stomach clench. She took out an evidence bad with a little pink bloody dress inside, that which had been on the dead body of a child.

"They call him the wolf man, because he kills like an animal. Hell, he could be an animal for all we know. We just got this dress in last night. It has a strong enough pull so that I can hunt him... But who knows what we're up against. The tether might not be strong enough... I need your help"

As a ghost she had been paid top dollar because not only was she a good killer, but she could get it done fast. Give her a article that meant enough to the owner and she would feel a tether, a connection to her target. It would pull her to their location like a moth to a flame, and then she'd make her move. She also had telekinesis, but not telepathy. She eyed Luke. He seemed distracted, and she knew why. Damn telepathy.

"Keep the talk public please... unless your being crude, in which case just stop... argh.." She cringed and gave Bailey a wink.

"Anyway, the killer prefers kids... a purer life force perhaps, or how he gets his jollies. He's super strong, for her never drags, always carries his victims as we can tell from a lack of drag marks at the scenes..." She paused to think. "The press is going crazy with this. Parents are checking on there kids a thousand times a day and locking them indoors. The sooner we settle this, the better it will be for me, and my precinct."

"It makes enough sense, I'd do the same, should I ever be a father... Mind you, if I was a father, I'd teach my kid to kick ass and take names." He smiled a bit at the badly-told joke, they needed some sort of stress relief.
Lukas eyed the photos for a moment or two, "This is odd..." He whispered to himself, "The clothes are ripped, stomaches bitten, necks... Technically destroyed... Yet... There's no signs of sexual assault, just pure murder. Guy must be more fucked up than we know... I'm not sure, this is odd..."


Wesley Zacharias walked through the precinct, looking very tired, very ghastly as if he'd just seen another body up close. Sadly. He did. He had, once upon a time, been okay with seeing bodies, but it was, he knew now, something you never got used to. Looking over at the photos on desks, on clipboards, everything, it made him sick. And he knew exactly where he was headed in this place...


Sighing heavily and lighting a cigarette, much to the dismay, he knew, of the two women, Lukas couldn't help but sigh heavily as he inhaled at the same time. "None of this crap makes sense..." Then again, take a psychopath, take a child, when does it make sense.....? He almost froze as a memory hit him like a slap in the face...


"Thomas? Are you okay in there?"
"I'm fine, Crow. Thank you for asking..." Lukas couldn't help but hear a muffled scream inside the sealed room. "Thomas...? What're you doing in there?"
"Oh, just playing a game... Playing a game... Aren't we...?" The last two words were muffled a lot, whispered, Lukas knew. He looked down at himself, only fifteen years old, and he had his best friend in a locked room with... Who was in there with him? Or what?
"Thomas, I'm going to come in."
"Suit yourself... I just hope you're not squemish..."
"What do you--?" Lukas started as he walked into the door. When he did, and looked inside, he froze. His friend, also fifteen, was covered in his Ghost uniform, black ninjitsu garbs, and a brown cloak which he wore for travelling purposes. In front of Thomas, bound and gagged on a chair was a young nine year old girl. "Thomas, what are you doing!" Chuckling with crimson eyes locked on the girl, brushing brown hair from his view, he smiled demonically. Yet... What was most scary... The smile was childish.. Playful. "Just playing a game..." He grinned, taking a knife, and slowly cutting the child's wrist.
"Only playing, playing a game..... Isn't that right Amelia...?" The girl screamed behind her gag, and Thomas whispered something in her ear, something Lukas could barely hear, he was too afraid, too shocked to move.
"It's only a game..."

He almost screamed as the memory played back. "Jesus fuck..." He whispered to himself, cursing frantically, shaking like a leaf as well. He took a long drag on his cigarette. "Jesus fucking Christ...."

Wesley opened the door to Katia's office and looked almost suspicious at Price. "Detective Inspector Raynor? Can I speak to you for a moment, please?"

She put out a hand to steady her old friend.
"Luke, you ok?" She said frantically. She knew he was extra intuitive and didn't lose his composure easily.

Wesley came in and asked for her to leave and she eyed Luke warily, but could see that he'd be fine.. and by the look on Wes' face this was important. Something new must have developed.

"If you'll excuse me a moment..." She said, flashing the couple a comforting glance. This was going to be a long, rough night. They could all use a break to think anyways.

She followed Wesley out into the hall, and looked at him as if to say, "ok you dragged me out, now spill." When he didn't offer anything, seeming distracted by his own distress she pressed.
"What's the news Zacharias?"

Karrey sat in the bathroom, her hands shaking. She hadn't seen anything like that in, well.. ever. She was a new worker in the precinct's morgue, and realized her stomach was weaker then she had thought it ever to be. She worked in the morgue for a little while, and had seen the bodies come in and had to run to the bathroom when the other person in the morgue, Maddex, pulled out a scalple. Her usually tanned face was pale as she sat beside the toilet, tears coming down her cheeks, the image of a childs dead and warped body in her mind.

Why did I have to apply here, why didn't I apply to the morgue in the next city over.. these murders were already happening..and you thought you could handle it. That's why you applied here, to do a job, so get up off the ground and get back to work.

While the fight with herself was happening, she heard the bathroom door open. "Ms. Kontis... you alright?" Karrey sighed as Maddex's voice reached her, and she got to her feet and went to the sink to wash her hnds and rinse her mouth out. "Yes, I'm fine Maddex." She said in a ragged voice. He grunted and she walked to the door that he was still holding open, she walked passed him and headed back to the morgue with Maddex on her heels.

Bailey jot down a few notes on her pad of paper while she listened to the two converse, glancing at the photos and turning a curious shade of pale green before going back to her notes. A picture was worth a thousand words .. well, that one was worth a few long trips to the bathroom.

"Jesus fuck ... Jesus fucking Christ ..." muttered Lukas from beside her, and her colour returned to the detective as she frowned in concern. The detective had left the room for a moment, so Bailey took her chance. "Lukas, what's wrong? Are you all right?" she placed a hand over his, as if it would help show him she was right there, and nothing was wrong ... well, at the present moment, and between them,

"It's nothing, Chickity." He grinned a bit at the more-than-silly name. "Just my own... My..." He paused, not sure of how to explain it, "Let's just say I have a... Haunting childhood..." He sighed very heavily, taking another drag on the cigarette, not like he could ever really do anything to solve that, though. He'd tried before. It never worked- Not with this job, anyway.


Zacharias looked warily at the office door, closing it tightly, making sure no one could hear him inside the room. Turning to Katia, he sighed, taking a photograph from his pocket. The body of a man, and on his body was the person's teeth marks. Whoever they were. "The man wrote this with his own blood, just before he died.." Taking the U.V. photo from his pocket, it said the words:

FIND LUKAS PRICE.

"The man must have known his killer, Katia... Maybe this P.I. isn't what he seems to--" He was cut off by a woman walking next to him, he never knew her name, but she was one of the Government-Wary people of the precinct. "Here y'are Zach, call me if you need me."
"Thanks..." He looked at the file, "Holy F--!" Cutting himself off in front of his senior officer, his eyes widened, his voice suddenly hushed. "Look at this... This P.I.... Holy Shit... He's wanted almost everywhere in the world! Dubai Saudi Arabia, Cairo Egypt, Hokkaido Japan, Jesus, even fucking London!" He looked at the door. "... If this doesn't say what I think it says, than I'm the Queen of fucking England..."

Katia pushed Zacharias into a side office, one of her inferiors.
"Listen to me Wes, this is classified. I know the threat Lukas posses! Do you think I'd have invited him here if I didn't!" She paused, allowing him to absorb this.

"Him and I go way back Wes." She said, calling him by his first name, trying to reach him on a more intimate level. "He's done some horrible, dastardly things... But he's the best. I wouldn't have asked him here if it wasn't for the best of the Precinct. As far as anyone not on the case, hell the rest of the world needs to know is his name is Alex Langdon and he's a new recruit, fresh out of the military. Anyone who wants to ask questions can deal with me.
We need him... He has connections in the under belly of society and if anyone can find this killer, it's him. That's most likely the reason our victim probably wrote out Lukas Price because he knew he could find the Wolfman. We cannot conclude he'd responsible because of this..." She took a deep sigh and ached for a cigarette. She realized she still held Wes' shirt in her hands, having wedged him up against the wall when she'd rushed him in here. She released him and stepped back.

"I'm.. I'm sorry. This case has put me under a lot of stress. I'm out of ways to run, Wes."

"That's fine, Katia..." Wesley grumbled a little, "I don't really care if you do trust that guy. All I can say is that something's up with him..." Stalking out, he sat on his desk near the main lobby. Sighing heavily, raking his hands through his hair, "Someone has to see sense in this..." I need that bastard behind bars... He's a liability... Noticing the Chief in his peripheral vision, he quickly got up, and got the Chief into a quiet room.

After explaining the entire situation, he grumbled, "I think Raynor's helping him, Sir. Seriously, you of all people should see the illegal actions taking place underneath our very nose! We have to do something about this!"

And as soon as we do... I'll be able to continue my daily life...

(sorry it's so short, a bit of writers block)

"Well, I kinda figured that. You're not a very laid-back person, y'know. No offense." She smiled at him and clapped him on the shoulder, to maintain their appearance. They were supposed to be business partners, not lovers. She couldn't help but let a few things slip every now and then, though ...

"Wonder where the Inspector went ..." Bailey mused aloud with half-baked curiousity. She'd been gone quite a while. Maybe they'd received new information? Even if they did, she didn't think they'd get it ... as always, they were left groping in the dark for whatever leads they could find. She scowled to herself. How very 'helpful' ...

Katia stalked out into the hallway angrily. Wes was going to be a liability and she knew it. He didn't understand the supernatural world... He didn't know what was at stake. If he wanted her kicked of the case because she gave a damn, so be it. He'd have a hell of a time accomplishing it.

Just then her phone buzzed a shrill cry and she picked it up in seconds flat.
"Raynor!" She barked. She was greeted by a cold chuckle. Her blood went cold, and she froze.
"I hear you've been searching for me... Well I've been watching you.. Katia. The nice pink lace number you wore to bed last night was my favorite." He stopped as if sniffing a silky piece of fabric. Shit, he was in her place, she knew it.
"Would you like to know where my latest masterpiece is, Katia?"
She paused before answering.
"I'm going to find you and then I'm going to gut you, you sick son of a bitch." She snarled through her teeth. That cold laugh rang again in her ears.
"Oh girl, that makes me hot you know that? Anger is what drives us all, it's the purest of emotions... Well, that and fear... God I wish I could smell the fear on you right now Katia." He said, as if he was talking to a lover. She ignored her urge to vomit, and tried to keep him talking. If she kept him on the line for 3 minutes it would be traceable.
"Where are they? Why do you do it?" She prodded.
"Oh Katia, you're moving too fast dear. I don't divulge my secrets that easily... But I'm sure once you have a few more victims in the morgue you'll be able to figure it out." Then on the other end of the phone she could hear the screaming voice of a woman.
"She doesn't need to die..." She discouraged, but even on the phone she could hear the excitement in his rapid breaths, the fear in her cries. She begged for her life.
Katia got out a note pad from the cubicle beside her and scrawled her address on it. It read "32 Yorkshire Lane. Get there now. He's struck again." She handed it to the nearest officer and gave him a stern look. He took off running for the dispatch office.
The women on the other end of the phone made a hideous gurgling noise and went quiet. She clutched the phone in her hand and closed her eyes in anger.
"Damn you..." She could almost hear his smile on the other end of the line.
"She looks so much like you... her skin... so soft... but you wouldn't beg Katia... I'd love to try though... try to make you beg for it." He laughed again and the phone clicked. Fuck, Shit, Damn. She couldn't stop cursing.

Her body shook. She ran to trace and gave them her phone.
"See if you can get a location." She demanded, even though she didn't need it... She had to be sure.

She gritted her teeth and strode back into the room where Lukas and Bailey sat awaiting her return.
"He's making it personal. We need to move. We're going to my house." She said before heading out of the offices. They needed to get to the scene, now. There wasn't much hope... but they had to try. She started her way, to what had once been her home... now it was taped off with yellow caution strips and inside was a corpse, the Wolfman's latest masterpiece.

The officer was out of the office as quickly as he'd entered. Without thought Lukas Price stood and walked out from the office. Looking about, he couldn't help but shudder. Yet another Wolfman attack? That was just perfect...

Without warning, Lukas' arms were subdued behind him, two officers keeping him steady. "What the f--" He was about to shout, but the officers kicked him in the knee, forcing him onto the ground. Wesley Zacharias, and the Chief of Police were standing over him. "Lukas Price, you're under arrest."
"Why!" He nearly bit his tongue, how could they find records of him in multiple aliases, in multiple countries? "You're under arrest, wanted in over a dozen countires for aggravated assault, sexual assault, mass homicide, genocide, assassination," The Chief paused, 'assassination' was something he never thought he'd see on anyone's criminal record, "Assassination?!" Lukas roared, "What the fuck- What, did I shoot JFK while you weren't looking or something?" Yes, he'd done all those things, even the ones which bothered him the most, like the sexual assault. Sadly, that one was true... He and Thomas were never always moral people, then again, Thomas lost his morality years ago...
"Theft's on here as well, oh and Mugging... Grand Theft Auto... interesting... Arson, too?" Lukas bit his tongue deep, and tasted metal, great, he bit too hard. "Hah..." He started to laugh, "That was all years ago," he mused, "People've only figured out now?"
"You hide your tracks well, Price." Great, he was still on last name standards. Lukas sighed, "Let me guess, one of those records... I have the name Fajad al Din, don't I?" The Chief looked up, surprised, "Yes... That was... 2005. About three years ago, it was the murder of--." Lukas cut him off, "Alisson Urquhart, I know." The Chief smiled, "And one in 2001 with the name Fajad, it was the sexual assault and murder of a young woman in England, Patience Knott."
Lukas grinned, "Well... I'm surprised I'm not on death row. You're putting me in jail, aren't you?"
"I'm sorry to say, but yes. Maximum Security, too..." Before anyone could do anything, Lukas was hauled out, and put in a police car. While looking out the window, he looked at Bailey mournfully, but with an almost... Dark smile. It was true, he'd done all these things. A sinner looking for Redemption... He guessed he'd find it in jail, now.


With Lukas Price now rightfully arrested and out of the way, Wesley called a number on his secure line in his office, making sure no one else could hear him, he whispered to the person on the other line, the Wolfman, "He's out."

Katia cursed and wanted to punch Wesley in his oversized, crooked nose but she held back, bidding her time. She just gave Lukas a wink as she watched him pull away in the cop car. Bars, hold Lukas... right, fat chance. Even if she had to go in after him he'd be out in under a week. She looked to Bailey, knowing that look of dread. Her lover was being whisked away and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

She tore her gaze away. Help Lukas later, for now she had a job to do. She had to get to her house, now before the trail went cold. She went inside, grabbed her phone, and then headed for the parking lot. She climbed in her government vehicle, a black SUV that was a pain in the ass to drive and stepped on the gas, peeling out of headquarters as fast as the engine would allow.

It didn't even groan in protest. The SUV was a beast. They surged through the cars on highway and she put the red beacon on top, warning traffic, which quickly tried to avoid her. The area zipped past outside her window but she barely saw anything. She was set, on the chase. Five minutes later she was home, a heartbeat behind her team.

She skidded into her driveway and cut the ignition, jumping out and barking for a report. A officer in uniform who was canvasing off the area strode her way. He was practically jittery with angst and studdered when he addressed her.
"All clear ma'am. One victim inside, time of death about fifteen minutes ago."
"Then he's close. Have you set up road blocks? Are out people searching the area." He nodded quickly.
"There's three cars out patrolling the streets, five men going door to door, and a block at the route to all major highways. He's not getting out of the area anytime soon." A sinking feeling in her stomach told her it didn't matter, that the Wolfman had no plans to go anywhere. He was here to stay. He took glory in his work and he wanted her blood on his hands.

She thanked the officer gruffly and headed to the house, careful not to disturb evidence. The body was in her bedroom, her off-white sheet stained crimson. She almost wretched at the look of the body. It was torn apart, perhaps cannibalized. She tried to breath through her mouth to block out the scent, but it only made her feel like she could taste the woman's blood.

The Wolfman hadn't been lying. She looked exactly like her. Her auburn, reddish brown hair was caked with blood and her bronze skin barely showed anymore, covered in lacerations and mangled flesh. But the violence wasn't what disturbed her most. Her panties and lingerie had been rummaged through, smelt, fondled and the corpse that lay on her floor had been dressed postmortem in her lacy, pink nightie. She had worn it for her last fuck, and it'd been a good one. He wasn't spectacular, but she'd needed it. She cringed and turned away. Trying not to think of herself in that outfit, and then the corpse resting before her.

Wolf-boy was making this personal. Her phone buzzed.
"Hey Raynor. We haven't been able to get a lock on that phone. It was rerouted through a dozen different South American countries. It could take days to piece the puzzle together."
She thanked him for his efficiency and told him to keep trying, then hung up.

She tightened her grip on the phone in anger and almost broke it for the second time today. She grabbed the coat of the head of the CSI department and spoke harshly.
"Don't leave anything unturned. We need this place swept. You miss a thing and I'll have you're job. This trail of death ends tonight." He nodded and looked solemnly at his shoes.
"We'll do everything we can, Raynor." She nodded sharply, not satisfied but knew that was the best she'd get.

She hoped to god the techies back at the office could work through the maze and trace that call. It might be the only lead they had. If the other crime scenes were any testament the Wolfman wouldn't have left a single fiber of conclusive evidence. Damn this day.

Bailey had stood as soon as she heard the Wolfman's location, with a tight knot in her stomach. This guy meant business if he'd figured out where Katia lived already. Thankfully, she didn't think her mother would be in much danger ... he was targetting a younger generation, not the elderly. She had barely taken two steps when --

"Lukas Price, you're under arrest."

"What?!" Bailey almost yelled over Lukas' "why", watching in horror as they took him away. He didn't even try to stop them! No, no, no, this couldn't be happening! But there was nothing she could do without getting arrested, herself. It was all she could do but watch as they took him away, that smile on his face not putting her fears at ease.

And the detective hadn't waited for her, either. Jesus Christ, could this day get any worse?! Grabbing a taxi, she ended up at the crime scene five minutes later, pushing her way past the officiers and yellow tape and stepping to Katia. "Detective Raynor, you asked for Lukas' help, I know. But I'm the next best thing right now, so I'm gonna have to do. If you still want me on the case, that is." Her eyes were slightly red, showing that she had shed a few tears along the way. Whether or not they had been out of anger, sadness, or otherwise was unknown, but her eyes showed a grim determination, even slight desperation. In her rage and her adrenaline, she worked to put the pieces together in her mind. Why now, of all times, was Lukas discovered? He hadn't even really told her about his days of a Ghost in detail, but she knew it was all too convenient, too coincidental. Lukas wouldn't slip up so easily. Well, Bailey was determined to get Lukas out of prison, and to solve the murder case, with or without Katia's help.

Katia turned to face a bleary eyed Bailey. She had left her behind, thinking she needed time to think. She didn't want to bombard her with a crime scene so soon after the incident with Lukas. She sighed. Guess this woman was fiercer than she thought.

"I'm sorry I left so soon. I... I'm a little... God damn it I feel like I'm in a pressure cooker right now." She ran her hands through her hair for what seemed like the thousandth time. She muttered a curse.

"You know I love Lukas as much as you do..." She paused, back tracking. "Well, maybe not in the same way... But this Wolfman business make things difficult." She scanned the lot, looking around to see who could be listening. She ushered Bailey over to a nearby line of trees at the edge of her yard, away from earshot. She turned her voice to a whisper.

"No one knew I was bringing Lukas in. I never mentioned his name, never gave him away in any form. Someone must have tapped my phone, someone must be watching me. We know one of those people has been the Wolfman... It's just too coincidental. I don't know who to trust, not even people within the department." Her eyes narrowed.

"I have a friend... from... the past. He could get Lukas out but it will take time. You just say the word and it's done. Hell, once it's done take Luke, get away from all this, I won't blame you... But for now I need your help. You're unconnected to the department, something I desperately need. And if what Luke says is true... you're pretty damn skilled at what you do.
We already know the Wolfman wants me so we have all the bait I need... but I need someone to watch my back."

It wasn't the fact that Bailey was fierce. It was more the fact that free time meant thinking about her recent misfortune. And with a killer on the loose, that was the last thing she needed. No, with her hands full, she could think of getting Lukas out just another job that needed to be completed, and not something that would slow her down. Failure was not an option.

"Well, don't apologize, it wasn't your choice and you don't have any say in the matter, at the moment." Bailey's voice had become a little more hardened from before, but in her situation, it was something to be overlooked. She ran her hand through her short black hair, equally dark eyes gazing back at her with the intensity of a thousand suns. "And I trust you wouldn't do anything to endanger Lukas if avoidable. I can see it in your eyes ... and his. You two share a connection I'm unaware of. And it's strong." Before she could say anything, she raised her hand to silence her. "I won't pry. I haven't even asked Lukas much about his past. But I know I can trust you two with my life. Right now, we have a job to do. I'll do my best."

She forced a small smile, almost coming off as a smirk of triumph. They would break Lukas out one way or another. "So, the tasks at hand are as follows: track down and arrest the Wolfman, coax the turncoat out of hiding, and get Lukas out of jail. It's a good thing you're not like Lukas, always throwing himself into the line of fire at any sign of danger. No regard for his own safety, I tell ya ..." she sighed, exhausted already. "Anyway. We'll need plans. The first thing we need to do is to at least try and fiind a way to track the Wolfman down. Whether that be to follow a trail based on his kills, try and use clues and evidence as to where he'll strike next, a combination of the two ... I don't know. But if we don't know where he is, there's not much we can do. Have you gotten any leads?"

He punched the mirror, hard, shattering both his skin and the glass.

"DAMN IT!"


He yelled violently, he couldn't help but wonder, what was going to happen to him here? They'd nearly ripped off his coat, but he refused, he fought so that he could keep it on. He actually had been playing something back in his mind, something that happened as soon as he entered this place...

"My, oh, my... The Crow returns to his rightful Nest, in here, with the very rats he feeds on..." Looking to his side, Lukas noticed a man he hadn't seen in ages, Derrick, another Ghost. "Why aren't'ch ya outta-here, Derrick? I thought you'd get out soon's they plactch ya here," The Guards were wary of him, not sure if they could keep these two in the same cell.

Shrugging, they walked off.

"I was going to... But unlike you, I don't have the... Nails... For it, Lukas."
"What're you saying?"
"I'm saying that I needed someone higher-up, an Elite. I'm a mere lackey, remember?"
"Yeah, you're an inform, what about it?"
"I needed a Ghost to get me out. Now, I need you..." Lukas cursed mentally, this man was just another bad memory, another ghost from his past, literally. "All right... Lemme think of somit."


Sitting in his cell, watching the time ticking by and glancing at Derrick, he couldn't help but strategize. He could do thousands of things to get out of this place.
But what was the best thing?
He knew he'd think of something. One way or another... He had to...
"Chickity..." It was barely a whisper...

Robert was stretched out all the way across the tiny bed of the prison cell, his gigantic frame hardly even fitting onto it. A man of a startling 7'1", the beast sighed. "I'm...never...drinking in public....again." he said, rubbing at the bandage across his chest. Two drinks, two, and he had turned into a drunken animal. Not that the description was that far off. Robert McNeely, a P.I. and bodyguard, was not your normal person. "Stupid prison walls. Nothing compared to what I can do..." he muttered, standing and stretching as much as he could. He checked his watch, and turned to the window. Right on time, a small face poked in through the bars, a small fang poking between the lips of her smile. "Hey, ape-man. Ready to get out of here?" Robert stretched, his hair growing longer, jaw thrusting forward as his entire body changed. A feral gleam grew in his eyes.

"Move aside, kitsune, and we'll be out of here in a jiffy." Turning to the cell door, he called. "Anybody in this joint want out or not?"

Looking up from his cell, across the hall. He saw someone ask that one question he'd wanted to hear himself. He was all ready in deep shit. Escaping by himself would be suicide...

Sweet...

"This is going to be a very bad day, and I have a bad fuckin' headache..." Walking over to his bars, he raised his hand in a salute-like gesture, "Aye, can'ya get me out of here? I have a case to solve, that bloody Wolfman isn't going to put himself behind bars, so, I've gotta do it for him." He grinned, Lukas Price would get out sooner than he thought. "Get some coffee, Chickity, I'm on my way...". He grinned at this little thought even more.

"Why don't we put the bars on this escape?" He asked jokingly, it was laugh or lash with him. And the cheesy jokes made him friendly with the man.

The beast from the other cell laughed, walking into the bars that held him in. With no effort at all, they snapped and bent out of his way. With a swipe of the tail that had grown out of nowhere, the bars holding the investigator were torn out of their holdings. "C'mon then, little man. Walls like these won't hold me in." He said, hands still in his pockets. He made his way over to the wall where his friend was waiting. "Okay foxy, get the car ready and gimme at least fifteen feet of space. Don't want to hurt the vehicle." There was a yip from outside to confirm, and Roberts foot lifted up to smash into and through the wall, taking a sizable chunk with it. While his body slowly turned to normal, he ducked through and turned to the other man. "You're on the Wolfman case too? Heh, so they don't want a single person working on it...I'm Robert McNeely, also for the Wolfman Case."

"You're on the Wolfman case too, huh?" Lukas couldn't help but ponder this possiblity, the man had the attitude that he did: Didn't really care for danger as long as the job's done. And his voice and stature, the way he analyzed things... It was definitely a possiblity.

The story of Lukas' life, he thought was simple: I'm the wrong guy, at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

"Why didn't I see you at the precinct though, Rob?" He looked curious, but sighed, forgetting his manners, holding out his hand as they walked towards the vehicle, he smiled. "I'm Lukas Price, head of Hawkeye Investigations, back in Reno, Nevada. Don't know why they called me here, though..." he laughed for a moment or two, "But I'm glad, the Police Chief back in Reno was pissed. He couldn't believe they'd send for a P.I. and not their own Police."

Robert laughed. "I'm just an investigator for hire. I usually answer any call, anywhere, anytime. Of course, me turning out in prison was not part of the plan." At this, the young woman in the drivers seat of the car snickered, a fox ear poking out of her long red hair. "Oh hush, Mollie. You're the one who got me drunk in the first place."

Her phone buzzed.
"Raynor, we've had him. The call came from a cell phone. The signal came from your house, and went north on the highway heading towards East Avenue. That's where we lost it. My guess is he destroyed the signal... but it's a place to start." A grim smile lit her face and she motioned for Bailey to follow her.

"Thanks Talon, I owe you... big time." She said into the receiver.
"Just as long as you come out to dinner wi-" She hung up. She was used to him hitting on her, and he was used to being denied so much that it was a bit of an ongoing gag they had going.

She turned to Bailey as they reached the car.
"Get in. We know where he's headed, and I know just the man to see."
They climbed in and she started up the engine. It grumbled but they were quickly on their way. She realized suddenly she hadn't told Bailey much of anything, she was used to working solo for so long.

"Jackson's the bartender at Marko's and a great friend of mine. You know Marko's right? It's a bar a couple blocks from East Avenue, where they said Wolfman was headed. Jackson will know anyone who comes and goes from his club... and wolfman's victims, or at least his female ones... which seem to be his taste these days are all between 18-24. A club would be the perfect place, tons of women to take advantage of...
The thing is... I don't know why he didn't destroy the phone sooner. It could be a trap. But it's a trap I'm willing to walk straight into." She said, giving her a wink.
She grabbed her bag from the back. There was a few sets of clothes inside, kept for occasions when she needed to go on the run. She liked to be prepared.

"In the bag there's a mini, a tank, and a couple other items I'm sure will draw attention. There's hair dye in the bag too. We'll have to do a make over in the bathroom of the coffee shop down the street.
And once we get inside stay on your toes. This isn't suburbia anymore. This is the underbelly of the tristate area... Most will be packing, and those who aren't don't need to."

"Marko's? I think I've heard of it, haven't been there yet. Your plan seems logical, though. Don't worry about me, though. Lukas drags me to places far more dangerous than this." That was a lie. She went with him wherever he went, whether he wanted her to or not. "I'll watch your back if you watch mine."

Bailey frowned. Mini's? Tanks? Oh dear God ... that was definately not her style. If this weren't for the sake of the case, she would never had agreed to it. Trying to keep the slight disgust out of her expression, she nodded.

"Well, I'm not 'packing', but I can hold my own ..." she mumbled, looking out the window and losing herself in her thoughts for a few moments. It wasn't long before they reached the coffee shop. "Let's do this."