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Juchiro Asagi walked easily through the doors of the station. He was not a police officer. He was not even interested in the force at all. That much was obvious from his state of dress. He was in a rumpled tee-shirt, one that was white, that said, in bold, declarative letters, 'I made my own car. What have you done today?'. Both the shirt and the jeans that accompanied it were stained heavily with grease. His hands were rough and callused, and his arms were tanned and carried some pale scars. Muscles moved easily under the skin, sliding like liquid as he moved with a firm confidence. Over one shoulder was the strap of a backpack, which swung lightly on his back, back and forth as he moved. His boots hit the ground firmly with each step, like a declaration of his presence. Dark eyes surveyed the lobby. It wasn't very full. There was a pickpocket sitting on a bench, hands cuffed together. He was crying. He was just over eighteen, as far as Chiro could tell. Bad time to get caught.

Adjusting the weight of his backpack, he walked up to the desk, grinning at the uniformed woman seated behind it. "Hi, I have a meeting with a Marshal Runasimi? It should be starting in a few minutes, I believe..." The woman looked up at him with wide eyes, obviously unused to such a relaxed individual walking into the station. He gave her his name, and any pertinent information. Her eyes narrowed as she looked him over again, but she eventually let him through. He had, after all, made the appointment with the chief. There was nothing she could do about his appearance, or his manners. He was here on business, and it was the best kind of business. New opportunities. He could smell the money already, just waiting for him to reach out and take it. All that he had to do was sell it to one marshall. He had asked around, of course. This Marshall Runasimi was well known, apparently. She had no love for vampires, or any of the other races, really. She was a good starting point for this line. A very good starting point.

Whistling cheerfully, he stopped outside her office and knocked. There was no reply. He knocked again. Still nothing. With a slight frown, he tried the handle. It opened, but the room beyond it was dark and lifeless. Sighing, Chiro sank down into the comfiest chair available. It just happened to be the one behind the Marshall's desk, but his legs were slightly tired, he rationalized to himself. Besides, if she liked what he had to show her, then placement would be the last thing on her mind. He set the backpack on the table and opened it, pulling out a small notebook and a pen. A laptop followed it, thin and sleek, followed by a wireless mouse in roughly the same design. Smiling to himself, he leaned back in the chair, waiting for the Marshall to get back. It shouldn't be too long...He did have an appointment, after all...Even if she didn't actually know what it was about.

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi was surveying the District. Things weren’t going well as of late. For one thing, Isi had been made a demon servant or familiar. Two, Isi needed to hunt down and kill the Master of the City. Three, Isi had kidnapped the ‘Master’s’ favorite fledgling and used zombies to try and kill It (It being the vampire fledgling). Using a zombie to attack anyone regardless of any circumstance was an automated death sentence. Thank god that Isi wasn’t ‘out’ as an animator to the police or other animators. Four, the vampire knew that Isi was a necromancer, a more powerful version of an animator. Five, Isi had tangled with Luke, the demon, again.

Isi checked her work phone. Her alarm went off at just that time reminding Isi that she had an appointment at the Marshal’s office. The subject entry was unknown. But it was most likely the family member of someone wanting Isi to kill their relative after they had been turned under 18 years of age. Why the hell didn’t young kids wait? Not that Isi minded. But had Isi wanted to ‘join’ the undead, she would be over 18 so that family members couldn’t order their killing legally. Kids were so stupid today!

Isi drove her Toyota Celica GT back to the Marshal’s office so she wouldn’t be late. Though of course the roads were filled with traffic from all the various tourists. Isi swooped down several one way streets and found a tourist travelling in the wrong direction. Isi sighed, was it too hard to drive down the correct road? Isi backed into a spot, parallel parking on the road so the car could pass. “Idiot.” She muttered as she hit the gas and zoomed off down the street ignoring the Stop signs in her way.

Isi made it to the underground parking lodge that the Marshal’s shared with several prominent businesses. She was going to be late but obviously they would wait for her. Isi was dressed in a black jacket, a black shirt and a black skirt. As always Isi had a holster under the jacket, and a cross necklace around her neck. She nodded to several Marshal’s she knew as she watched some New Orleans Police in her ‘turf’ wondering what they were doing there with handcuffed looking young adults. The NOPD always secretly unearthed Isi. They were more on the monsters side then humans it always seemed to her.

Isi saw the lights on in her office. Hadn’t she locked it? Had the janitor unlocked it, again? But who the hell would be in her office! Thankfully Isi barely used it. She had no set schedule when she needed to be in. “I believe in America it’s customary to let the person who owns the office to sit behind the desk. That’s a six hundred dollar chair!” Isi said as the smell of all things car hit her nostrils. She stood in her office, arms crossed. She honestly wasn’t what people expected when they thought Marshal. She had bright red hair, a slim body and an aptitude for guns.

Isi looked at either her next appointment or a criminal hiding out in a place no one would ever look for them. This man, whoever he was, certainly didn’t look like a grieving brother, husband or spouse. He didn’t look like he had money to afford her. But Isi would do the ‘job’ for free. She liked to kill vampires and if a vampire only remained alive because people couldn’t afford to have it killed, well then Isi wasn’t doing her job. She waited for him to speak, to tell her whatever the hell he wanted. Because Isi hated being out at this time. Her schedule was more sleep during the day, awake at night – like vampires. It was easier to kill them if you had their same schedule.

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Juchiro had been lounging for almost half an hour, obviously preoccupied by something on his computer. In fact, that something happened to be a particularly addicting flash game, not that he would ever admit it to anybody. Oh, he had completed some paperwork, of course, largely marginal stuff that his secretary had not been able to handle. Certain things were too important, she said, for someone like her. He had grumbled, and taken it with him, and slowly worked on it, procrastinating as much as he could. It still wasn't finished, and sat on the desk next to the laptop, providing an appearance of a more businesslike atmosphere. The appearance, of course, was most obviously a lie. He wasn't businesslike. Not until his appointment arrived would he become businesslike. It was simply against his principles. Even his appearance reflected this. He liked to think that his appearance reflected his nature. He worked for his living, every day. Even when in a business meeting, he was working, though his secretary often seemed to think that his appearance should be more professional. His reply had always been that he was a professional, just not a professional businessman.

His attention snapped back as a woman stepped in. This was obviously Officer Runasimi, he could tell that much simply from her physical description. The hair was enough. He nodded at her, then stood up, relinquishing the chair. He sat down in the chair on the other side of the desk, swiveling both the laptop and the papers to face him as he waited for her to sit. "Miss Runasimi, I presume." He said in a clipped tone, his hands clasped together on the desk. "My name, as you most likely have guessed, is Juchiro Asagi. I am the CEO of the Ravenwing Automotive Corporation, or R.A.C. Corp. I spoke to your chief about providing this office with a selective service, and he agreed on the proviso that I convince you that this is a good idea." He let the words die, watching her with calm, dark eyes, every inch the serious businessperson except for his clothing.

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi watched the man shuffle out of her chair and into the one for guests. He turned his notebook and papers around. Isi promptly took a seat behind her desk and in her chair. She crossed her legs as she flipped her date book open. It said here that she was meeting with Mr. Juchiro Asagi. What the meeting was about was unknown in the date book.

“No offense Mr.,” pause, “Asagi. But I have never heard of your company before. And if I want a car then I go down to the dealership and purchase one myself.” Isi was surprised that her chief had not spoken to Isi about this before. She really couldn’t see the Marshal’s office footing the bill for a fleet of Marshal cars.

“I do not think that this is a great idea. I don’t enjoy the idea of driving around in a Marshal car where everyone can make me as a Marshal. And I am quite sure that the other Marshal’s will agree with me as well. As I am sure you understand, our services are greatly needed yet supporters and vampires frown upon them. We would be a target, a moving target with a giant bulls eye.”

Isi opened up her desk drawer and retrieved a pen and a pad of paper. There was nothing she had to do. Tilting the pad so that he would be unable to see she scribbled a doodle in the shape of a circle to get the pen to work. “But I suppose you’re not going to leave my office until you give your presentation, am I right?” Isi placed the pad of paper and the pen down and realized she had some more execution warrants come into her office in the metal bin on her desk. Oh goodie!

Isi lifted up the four new forms and began to skim them for at least the names. Easy jobs and easy money. She placed the forms back in the In bin; the Out bin was where she put the forms when she killed the occupants. She placed her lips together and looked at Mr. Asagi. She was not happy with the idea of Marshal cars but she would wait for his presentation before she started planning the execution of these four new vampires that had deserved death.

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His eyes gleamed. The money was there, he could smell it now. Her animosity was almost tangible. She obviously didn't like his appearance, and he smiled inside at that. He liked a challenge. From the way her eyes lit up at the execution warrants that were on her desk (that he himself had inspected minutes before, and placed back surreptitiously), he knew that he was in the right place. This woman, whether she knew it or not, was the perfect selling point. All that remained was to convince her of that. He had purposefully started with a blank slate, apart from physical appearance, of course. It allowed him to guide the pitch in his own directions, directions that could entice her. How to begin? That was simple. An explanation. One further than he had already given, anyway. The brief overview that he had told her barely scratched the surface. With a flicker of amusement, his face assumed a mask of subtle anger and disapproval. "Beg pardon, Officer, but I'm not sure that you understand. The R.A.C. is not a car dealership. It is an automotive company. If you will give me a moment, I shall elaborate further..."

With an assured motion, he pulled a small portable projector out of the backpack, connecting it to the computer and shining it on the wall to the right, or her left. A picture of a car appeared, sleek and low to the ground, but different from any existing car. "The Ravenwing Corporation caters to specific clientele. What this means is that we do not make cars in bulk. In fact, we usually make a car a month, on average. We simply make our cars to the specifications of the customers." He clicked to the next slide, and another car appeared, heavy, with large tires, obviously made for off-road purposes. There was a small engraving on either door. "I made the company under the realization that each customer is different. Each one wants a vehicle that suits them. Flashy people like low, sleek sports cars that make more noise. Outdoors people like heavy vehicles that can take supreme amounts of weather and wear. Of course, the interior is as comfortable as the most expensive luxury vehicles. We cater to an exclusive client base, Miss Runasimi. They have money, and they are willing to use it for their comfort and enjoyment."

Almost casually, he switched to another slide. It was almost a hummer, but it was lower to the ground, and the lines were less stated. Certain parts of it seemed to be part of the environment behind it. "As of a few years ago, the Corporation entered into a business agreement with the United States Military. Under a subsidiary, known as Talon Automation Inc., the Corporation has several contracts outstanding. This subsidiary is also part of my reason for being here today." The next slide was obviously a vampire, in profile view, his elongated teeth clearly visible. The next few slides contained silver, a picture of the sun, and other known vampiric weaknesses. "My job here today is to consult with an active Federal Marshall, hence you, and help to design a car to their specifications, namely yours, that will only aid, not hinder their job. You say that you are worried about standing out. I promise you that we are perfectly capable of making a vehicle not stand out. Your vehicle will not be the same as anyone else's, Miss Runasimi. It will be unique. That, I can promise you."

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

"Beg pardon, Officer, but I'm not sure that you understand. The R.A.C. is not a car dealership. It is an automotive company. If you will give me a moment, I shall elaborate further..."

“Very well,” Isi said dryly as she watched the grease covered man pull out a projector from his backpack. At least she knew that he wasn’t here to show her pictures from his latest vacation while the human in them was still human and not vampire. A few families liked to show pictures, a lot of pictures. If this car salesman showed Isi a picture of him and his family she would flip! Car dealership or automotive company was the same thing; it was like calling a used car previously owned.

The first image of a car was sleek and low to the ground. It would be a car that Isi would like to own. The next car was large and could navigate the rusty wilderness and muddy terrains without needing a tow truck on standby.

“We cater to an exclusive client base, Miss Runasimi. They have money, and they are willing to use it for their comfort and enjoyment."

“Of that I am sure.” Isi replied as she looked at the next slide. The car was as large as a hummer but different. Her ears perked when he said that he had military contracts. But Isi didn’t need a tank. It wasn’t as if she could or should flatten everything in her path.

“Do go on.” Isi said encouragingly. The next image was a vampire. Isi couldn’t tell if it was an employee so that the Marshal’s could buy cars from a vampire friendly company, a previous customer or just something thrown in to see if Isi was still paying attention. The next image was a picture of silver, the sun and other ways to destroy a vampire and their known weaknesses.

"My job here today is to consult with an active Federal Marshall, hence you, and help to design a car to their specifications, namely yours, that will only aid, not hinder their job. You say that you are worried about standing out. I promise you that we are perfectly capable of making a vehicle not stand out. Your vehicle will not be the same as anyone else's, Miss Runasimi. It will be unique. That, I can promise you."

“I must admit that your cars are very well done. Quite impressive as they would turn any car lovers head.” Isi paused. She still though did not quite understand why she needed a car from him. “But I am afraid that I still don’t understand. What does vampires, silver, stakes and the sun have to do with cars and your company? Not to mention I’m sure the budget my chief has in mind for any of your cars could only buy him half a tire and a carburetor.”

Not to mention that only Isi and Mercy were full time Federal Marshal’s. Everyone else had some other form of a part time job. They had yet to learn that to stay as rich as Isi and Mercy, one got the vampires bank numbers before killing them…. Speaking of which, where was Mercy? She had not called Isi in a bit. Especially after they put down three were-animals that were attacking an innocent human behind the Guilty Pleasures Club.

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Cahir could feel his grin growing as she talked, asking him the questions he had been waiting to hear. He felt like a child with a toy, moving it to his liking, to his own end. His end, as with any proper businessman, was money. Customer happiness came along with that, of course, but the money was always the end result. If money was the end, this woman was definitely the means. "Of course, Miss Runasimi, if you wish to speak of money, it is true, this station, and your chief, would most likely not have the funding to place one of our cars into its budget. Do not worry about that. I am, in fact, here on a government grant that has promised to pay a full eighty percent of the necessary funds to any Marshall station that purchases our vehicles." Of course, he had bumped up the price slightly, but that wasn't really any of her business. The government either hadn't noticed, or let it slide. He didn't really care either way. Money was money. It always had the same effect. More of it was only a good thing.

With his fingers brushing across the keyboard, he closed the slide show and opened up several items in a three dimensional modeling program. "As for the other apparently erroneous items within the slideshow, allow me to elaborate more on that point. You know your job. Hunt down rogue vampires, and kill them. Not always that simple, but that's the basic gist." Of course, he thought Not all of them are actually rogue... "Because of that" he continued " We come to my job. My job is to make your job easier. How do we do this? That's simple. Our cars are not simply cars. They are also tools, and the tools of your trade are most likely weapons." He opened the first file. "This is something that we're quite proud of. Heavy wattage, superior candlepower UV headlight beams. When not actively running down a vampire, there is a switch on the dashboard that will allow you to toggle between these and your standard headlights. They're not the sun, but they come close enough to stop a vampire from running for at least half an hour after contact. Constant contact will likely result in death, but this has not been verified due to a lack of test subjects." He grinned humorlessly.

He pulled up the next item, rotating it so that she could see both sides. "This is a fender. Now, it is not necessarily the fender for your car, as yours will most likely be shaped differently that the temporary design. It flips around, again by a switch located somewhere on the dashboard. On one side, as you can see, it is a perfectly standard fender, but on the other, it is layered in a silver alloy that is known to be near lethal to vampires upon direct contact. Of course, seeing as it's on the front of a car, if you plow it into them, they won't be moving, even if the silver doesn't kill them." He closed the computer, shutting off the projector, a gleam in his eyes. "Of course, the customer is also able to provide their own ideas, and I shall do my best to accommodate anything you happen to suggest." He folded his hands and fell silent, watching her, and trying to keep his mouth from quirking upward in a smile.

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

“Eighty percent? How interesting. I didn’t know that the government would fork up that kind of money.” Of course if the car was a million dollars the fee would still be a cool 200 thousand. It was no wonder why he was talking to Isi instead of someone else. Only she could afford such a thing. Of course this was the government; the car would probably be more reasonably priced. Though of course this was the government, and they would probably overpay. Isi never overpaid.

Isi nodded her head. But in her mind she was shocked. A car with UV headlights sounded cool, even if it didn’t kill the vampire instantly. But it was probably on the verge of breaking the law. As Isi would have half a mind to drive it out to the Blood Bath District aka Vampire District, flip the switch and pace down all the streets hitting every vampire out in a twenty-mile radius. Cars were of course easily traceable as one had to have the car in their name. Isi listened politely as Mr. Asagi went on to the fender that would she would allegedly hit vampires with.

“Do you think I hit vampires with my car?” she had meant to think that but it had burst from her lips. It was the silliest thing that she had ever heard of! She kept her cars a good distance away from the vampires. In fact, a car took no place in her effort except to get her to the location. Isi stared at him while the man was struggling not to grin or smile or show some sort of pleased emotion. A vampire killing car was a nice idea but not very practical. If Isi killed a vampire by accident and without a warrant that was murder.

“However, that does not mean I am not interested in a car. Persay.” Isi said. She had just thought of something. Could this man fashion together a car to keep away demons? Just encase Isi needed something to run into. Luke hadn’t broken her circle; he had gotten Isi to step out of it. And it had given her a bloody headache for a week, not to mention when he kicked her when she was down. Isi was still a bit sore from the kicking, the slapping, the beating. “What do you know of demons? And perhaps a bit of house protection.”

If he could invent something to drive that would be safe of demons Isi would pay him through the roof. And if he could invent UV lights to render a vampire unable to walk for half an hour, and a killer bumper, then perhaps he could switch such things to house security. Otherwise Isi was afraid that they would be unable to do business unless she wanted to buy the car and give it to someone she didn’t like. Because she was sure that the owner of that future idea to come would be thrown in jail….

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His eyes grew hard at the incredulous question. She had a good point. Damn that Frank. The customers never liked his ideas. Honestly, Chiro didn't know why he even kept the man around at all. Admittedly, the man was a brilliant practical designer, and could do a lot of different tasks brilliantly, but he was not innovative at all. He stuck too much to older ideas, and that was his main shortcoming. Perhaps he should just take frank off of the design team and assign him to another section? It wouldn't be hard, and the company might benefit from it considerably. He typed in a quick note on his laptop, and deleted the fender file, wiping it from his hard drive. It hadn't been a very well rationalized idea in the first place, and he had only placed it in the presentation for variety. There would be words spoken later. Probably to his secretary. He didn't like confrontations all too well. They made people uncomfortable, and made conversation much more difficult in the long run.

Her next question, however, made him stop for a moment and glance at her. House protection? Demons? There was an unspoken fact there. Had she had a runin with a demon? That was rare. Incrediby rare, actually. Most stories about demons were mere rumors, hearsay. Her eyes, though... She was serious. Something had happened, and recently enough that she was still struggling to overcome the memories as much as she could. House protection, though, that was tricky. Being an automotive manufacturer, he had little to no experience with the business of setting up protective systems for a house. That didn't mean that he couldn't do it, because there were other things that his company had worked on. That yacht, for instance. The hull had been prefabricated by a yacht systems manufacturer, but the RAC had done all of the interior and certain attachments on the exterior, as well as the painting. They had gotten a great deal of money out of the deal, and he had never regretted doing it.

The only question now was how to transpose some ideas from automotive security to house security. Ideas that would be capable of repellling demons, as well, though that was more difficult. He didn't know much about Demons. ”Home security? There are, I suppose, several items that could be transposed on a larger scale for a home, rather than a car. It wouldn't be particularly difficult. Now, there are also several items that I have had kicking around in my head, but found them a bit too...cumbersome for a car to carry. The UV lights could certainly be taken over, redone, and fashioned into a tracking spotlight to defend against intruders that were suceptible to the sun.” He frowned slightly. ”There are several alarm systems that we can rig up that would probably work well on a large basis such as a building, in this case a home. As for demons... I don't know all too much about them, really. Technology hasn't developed many countermeasures to them, as far as I know. They seem to be largely immune to most weaponry. If you have any ideas... I'm sure I can work them in somehow, but I'd have to speak to my secretary about the logistics of this project.”

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

Isi could see it in his eyes as he thought things through. If Isi used his car it would be vehicular manslaughter, or murder. Vampire Executioners had to work with what they had. And that didn’t mean running down some dead creature. They had to track them, find them, kill them at just the right moment when they were unsuspecting. Hell, half the vampires with warrants on them didn’t realize it until they had a stake through their hearts…

Isi felt heat come onto her face. She was thankful that she was wearing base and her blush would not be seen. She watched Mr. Asagi carefully as he took in what she had to say. He was at least professional in the least when he didn’t explode with a variety of questions. Because a demon attack hadn’t been reported since the middle freaking ages! Of course one had happened recently but Isi did not have the courage to report it. She could see the headlines. ‘Marshal Killed by Demon. Marshal Using Black Magic. Marshal Summoning Demons in Spare Time. Marshal RAPED by Demon. Marshal Has Bondage Sex with Demons.’ Any one of those would guarantee a good sell for the newspapers even if only one of those lots were true.

Isi was relieved when he said it wouldn’t be ‘particularly difficult’. Only he hadn’t seen Isi’s home – yet. On paper the Marshal lived in an apartment in the city. Not on paper, Isi lived in an old plantation home she had had fixed up. It was more of an estate. Its owner was an alias, a person who never existed. It was all in records where Marshal’s lived, records that could be easily obtained if a vampire supporter worked for the government. Just a few simple keystrokes away…

Isi uncrossed her legs and then crossed them again. She was seriously uncomfortable and tried not to show it. “I think everything would need to be blessed.” She looked solemn and depressed for a moment. Isi was thinking… “Holy water sprinklers?” It was a strange idea but the more she thought of it, the more she liked it. It probably wouldn’t be worth it for the price since Luke could teleport, but it would at least make Isi feel safe. An allusion of safety. She was counting on the fact that his time and hers were different. Who knows, he might pop into her home one day to find out a hundred years had passed and Isi had been cremated.

Who was Isi kidding? An allusion of safety? She wasn’t that type of person. She wasn’t a sheep. But she would take what she would get. “And Mr. Asagi?” she purposely called him by a wrong surname. “Do you wish to see my home to provide an estimate and to perhaps get visual ideas?” Isi was screwed. If she lived in her fake apartment the vampires would get her. Maybe the demon couldn’t find her, but he probably could. If she lived at her estate, she wouldn’t have to worry about vampires trying to blow it up, but visits from a demon who wanted threesomes with dead things… Isi could just shudder!

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Juchiro's eyes narrowed, as the side of his mouth quirked up slightly. Home security wasn't really in his company's path of interest, but... If the money was good, and the opportunity was sound. It wouldn't be all too different. There were certain items that he could easily transform from automobile mounted defenses to stationary home ones. Motion sensors were easily enough to fabricates, and cheap enough too, if one knew where to by the necessary components. Motion sensors could be tied into weapons, weapons could be modified with certain...adjustments... He glanced at his laptop, almost eager to begin the calculations for price. Blessing would be tricky. There were plenty of places that could do such a thing. He knew of at least fifteen within New Orleans itself. The problem was that blessings were often...fudged, falsified, or merely half done. For anything to be remotely effective, you had to visit a trusted source. He jotted down a note on a small pad, stowing it back in his pocket afterwards.

With a slight movement, he adjusted himself in the chair. "There are...specific things I can do, certainly. The blessed sprinklers might not be simple, but there are plans somewhere in my portfolio for a water hose which would be much more simple to implement in a stationary fashion... Tie it into the motion sensors...and you might have something there. Of course, if certain rumors about demons are true...namely... teleportation..." His eyes studied her face, trying to gauge her reaction. "Then perhaps motion sensors might not be effective as in other respects.... I need to think about this..." He looked at his computer, then back at her, a small frown on her face.

Finally, with a small smile, he nodded. "In that regard, a better idea of the space concerned would be extremely helpful, ma'am." Chiro's eyes gleamed happily. "But... keep in mind, I do need to see the space in its entirety... in order to get a proper estimate of both price... and time. If that is not possible, then... well... it's much easier if I can see the space involved."

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[Isi Marie Runasimi]

red headed vixen

I swear I'd kill you if there wasn't so much paperwork
I swear I'd [...] Fuck it. You're going to die now.

Federal Marshall

“Of course, if certain rumors about demons are true...namely... teleportation...”

Isi said nothing. She remained as motionless and emotionless as she would when questioning a vampire. Her face, attitude and body posture giving away absolutely nothing. Time and money spent on revealing no hidden ‘ticks’ was money well spent. She could deny it, but what was the point? If Asagi didn’t plan for teleportation then the demon might as well be given a key for the front door and a key for the locks!

“I understand. Shall we go now?” Isi said as she briefly collected her items. Placing her notepad back in the drawer, turned down, and pen in her penholder, shutting down her computer. “Shall we take my car or would you prefer to follow me? Though mind you, my car isn’t as fancy as one of yours.” There were several cars in the FBI parking garage that looked like they should be in the dump, getting turned into small squares after being compacted. Instead, Isi’s car was right behind the old, old 1980’s Ford.

Her car was the Toyota Celica GT behind the Ford. It was still an expensive car, if not mass produced. Still, it was slightly exotic. It was still ‘normal’ looking to swing by roads and could keep pace if following cars as long as it was several cars back. The Toyota Celica GT had double suicide doors which made it very sleek, along with two hidden compartments to keep bigger ‘guns’ and a vampire killing kit which used to be illegal to carry unless one had the warrant in hand. It was just a habit, a bad one. It was black and the windows were tinted an ever darker shade, if possible.

Isi unlocked her car doors. Her gun she un-holstered and dropped on the left side of the door pocket. Not that she thought Mr. Asagi would shoot her, but that she preferred her gun be free with her always tangled in the seatbelt. As soon as the car was turned on her radio station began to play, a simple local rock station. It was mostly commercials but once every now and then you would watch a song. It was better than driving in quiet.

Isi descended from the parking garage. Instead of heading into the city where it said she lived in an apartment on paper Isi headed out of it. As an experienced driver in law enforcement she always checked her end for tails. The best sort of tails were done by two or more cars, where one car would switch out and another tail would take its turn to follow you. From Midtown Isi cruised to downtown, going around the Vampire District, and bypassing the Tenderloin, swerving from lane to lane but occasionally slamming on the breaks when a drunken tourist thinks it’s the perfect time to cross the road. From there Isi was now driving towards the outskirts of town where she didn’t have to worry about changing lanes, slow drivers or drunken tourists.

Isi was the only car on the road in either direction. No one but those who could afford it travelled the way of the outskirts. It was far enough from town that those felt safe from the massive poor people within, but close enough that it could be travelled to for lunch or shopping in exclusive restaurants and shops. Isi turned down a hidden dirt road one would think that she had lost her mind, only to realize it was a road and she wasn’t about to drive anyone into the swamp.

There was a large white house coming up to view. Only it was a guest home. Some ways behind it another larger home pulled into view. Isi turned to the right, trying to gauge any reaction. She had a feeling if his price was 120 an hour it was going to get bumped up to 350 an hour. But no matter if the price was 120 an hour, 350 or even a thousand dollars an hour, Isi would pay it. But she’d draw the line at paying anything over one thousand dollars an hour. She already had a security system that could trump the Presidents; the CIA’s and maybe even the Russian’s. But that was for humans. Isi let the swamp take care of anyone else.

“We’re here.” Isi said as she parked behind the large plantation estate. She preferred to park behind the home so that if someone did stumble their way on her property (which was very hard to do in the daylight) they would not think she was home unless they went around the back. Isi unlocked the back door and turned on the lights. She was prepared to answer any questions. Though she made mental lists in her mind if all her guns were put away and not in plain sight. Yes, all her guns were not in plain sight unless Mr. Asagi lifted the lid off the toilet, checked under the table for gum which he would find a gun, and various other places. Isi would need to go through her place with metal detector and find all her guns before any work could be done. Her damn guns hadn’t helped her out a bit with the demon. He had melted it.

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