A/N: Another short chapter. There'll be longer chapters coming, but right now, I'm just trying to get it going, you know?
(I now have a facebook page specifically for ff.n, so if anyone wants to friend me, my name is the same as my penname. *hint, hint*)
~Leiary
The silence that came with the revealed bit of knowlege was so thick you could almost see it in the room. Conrad was the first to speak.
"A sister. He had a sister and didn't tell us."
"That's right," Worth said, straightening out his shirt and dusting imaginary lint off of it after the zombie finally let go of his collar in a shocked sort of way. What else didn't he know about the deceased redhead?
As if he could read his mind, Worth went on, "Hanna didn't know about it long." He scanned the small group with wary eyes, as if he wasn't sure he liked what he saw in their expressions. "He had just found out a few days before he... well, anyway, he was making plans to go see her and meant to tell you," and with this the doctor looked at the undead man, "as soon as he knew what he was going to do."
Toni spoke next. "Where is she?"
"That's the thing. I don't know. She's living somewhere in the city but Hanna hadn't been able to track him down."
"I'll do it," she declared.
"You may not want to." Worth turned to look at them as a whole. "Who wants to be the one to tell this kid that the brother she never knew is dead, and she'll never get the chance to know him, huh?" When no one immediately volunteered, he concluded, "That's what I thought."
"I'll go." The zombie was staring at Doc Worth with a determined look, making his harsh features seem steely and cold. "I owe it to Hanna."
The men stared each other down, glowing red fiercly meeting icy blue. Flames devoured the glaciers, and Worth turned away to sit again at his desk. "Whatever you wanna do."
With that, the zombie stalked out of the dimly-lit room, slamming the metal door in an out-of-character manner.
Vesser pointed a thumb at the door. "Anyone going with him?"
Toni shook her head. "He needs to do this alone."
Conrad sunk into an ragged, lumpy armchair, head in his hands. "I should go, but... I..."
Worth reached into a cooler he kept by his desk, took out a bag of O-positive, and tossed it to the vampire. It bounced off his head and hit the dirty carpet with a dull thud. "Shut up, Connie, and drink."