The deadly meeting was taking place at the Westside of Manhattan by the river. Primarily, the Unholy Six of New York used one of the rooms for their meeting. Aurora was being helped out of the room and out on the parking lot with the support of Claire where the NYPD is setting up the crime scene.

Aurora was still groggy and still couldn't walk straight. Suddenly, a uniformed policeman walked over to them, "Mrs. Shcwartzenfels, there someone here to see you."

Claire immediately looked behind the uniformed policeman only to see a smiling young woman waving at her. She had long purple hair and wore a purple trench coat with a magenta scarf wrapped around her neck.

"For fuck sake," Claire cursed beneath her breath as she helped her partner walk. Not before long, one of the EMTs went over to Aurora and began to work on her. It wasn't anything major but, it was the procedure.

With the excess weight gone Claire could walk over to the purple haired female a lot quicker.

The purple haired woman greeted Claire, "I must say. I know you people don't like to work well with others but, man… When you want to body somebody, you definitely body someone."

"It wasn't us, Andrea," Claire corrected.

"Detective Andrea Mercy, NYPD," Andrea corrected Claire. Andrea Mercy is not only a detective for the NYPD, but she is also an elite magician who focuses on offensive attacks such as fire. Born and raised in Manhattan, New York, she was gifted growing up. She graduated Hewitt School at the age of 13.

Afterward, she started traveling abroad to different countries and studying in various universities around the world for the last five years. At 19, she decided to go back home to New York City to become a detective. She worked up the ranks very quickly, only being a patrolman for at least a year and taking the detective exam, for which she passed with flying colors.

During this time, she usually has a fascination with demonology. With the department in need of someone who is overqualified to do such cases, Andrea Menard Mercy was a good fit. They even nicknamed her "The Goth Punk Detective" for her style of dress.

"Okay, what do you want, Detective?" Claire stoutly asked.

Andrea giggled as she explained herself, "Well I was just about to ask you the same thing. I had a call from 1PP saying that the unholy six and a couple of wolf girls are at the pier with at least almost a dozen of bodies lying before them already taking dirt naps. At first blush, I say to myself, 'SELF! These girls are not that dumb, are they? Why would they kill off Peter Dice, Doctor Ross Calisto, and Amy 'Killer Queen' Hu, leaving only Lorelei Kerry and Baby Boy Breezy to die?' Which he died on the way to the hospital I might add. Tragic."

Claire gave a deep sigh as Andrea continued, "But of course, a grizzled veteran like yourself you would be more careful. Cover your tracks if you were supposed to make a revenge killing. And you and I both know, you don't need anybody's stamp of approval for a revenge killing, if you're looking for revenge herself. But to me, this is Claire we are talking about, and you wouldn't do anything like this regardless of what the circumstances are. To be honest, you are one of the smart ones. Not smart as in you-love-how-to-read smart. Smart as in you-know-better-than-that. So, I eliminated the both of you be responsible."

"Congratulations, Detective," Claire teased.

"Thank you," Andrea nodded. "But as we all know a grizzled veteran who wants to get things done especially on her own terms would be very thorough into being unseen. Which this is the reason why we are both here. So, what does He want, Claire? He knows this is our turf."

Claire took offense to this and got into Andrea's face, "This turf never really belonged to you, little girl. And last time I checked I don't need your permission to do my job."

This made Andrea laugh, "Oh, I get it. You only ask for help when is beneficial to you and not to others. My goodness. And to think years ago, I figured you have all learned your lesson."

"You don't know anything. You're just a child!" Claire lashed out as Andrea shrugged her shoulders and rebutted in a playful manner.

"Hey, I'm not the one with the word 'savaged' written on my four head. I mean, the least you can do is to say 'hi' to me. Or give me a fucking phone call and say, 'Hey, Goth Punk Detective, I got a lead on a couple of cases of my own. How about we work together?' You know, something like that."

All jokes aside, Andrea became serious, "Communication, Claire. That's all we ask from you and everyone else in your camp now. But if you want to act like who is the alpha female here, let me just clear up something for you right here."

Making her intentions clear, Andrea got into Claire's face, showing no intimidation whatsoever, "at least my team is unified as one. There is no ancient history. We just get shit done. Instead of you bitches are hating on us for doing your job five years ago, why don't you go ahead and take notes. Maybe then you'll learn something after 5000 years. Now, if you excuse me, I have a crime scene to investigate."

As Andrea makes her way to the crime scene leaving Claire behind, she turns around and looks at the Goth Punk Detective walking away. She couldn't feel cross about what Andrea said to her. She was right. They were never really as unified as they needed to be. They got along just to work together; for the sake of their master. However, it wasn't good enough.

A few moments later, Andrea made her way to the crime scene. There was blood everywhere. Broken chairs and of course broken bodies. Andrea wasted no time trying to reenact the crime scene. She activated her abilities and written a green-glowing magic circle in the air. Finished, she places her palm on the circle and lets out a small prayer, "Focus."

At that moment, she activated her post-cognitive spell as she begins to reenact the events.

"Killing the vampire wannabe will be very easy. How in the world I slip past here is beyond me. Victory to stumpy," Andrea said as she reenacted throwing a steel stake through Doctor Ross Calisto's heart.

"I have already won, you're scared. You can run, but you cannot hide, you can hide, but you cannot run. Decisions, decisions. Should I take my time with you— no, I should play it safe," Andrea reenacted the murdering scene. She finds herself rolling a small cylinder towards their feet. The small cylinder started to blink red frequently as the lights went off abruptly. Then the small cylinder ended up flashing strobe light. It turns out that the small cylinder was not only a bomb, but it was a strobe light flash bomb, blinding the henchmen.

"Counterclockwise, like clockwork…" Then she reenacted herself rushing one of the henchmen and slit his throat. Being dead before he hit the floor she went over to another henchman and stabbed in the chest; she picked him up with one arm in slammed him on the table; stabbing him a few more times in chest for the safe measure while throwing him to the ground.

While one of the henchmen tries to shoot at the masked woman, she dodge-rolled out of the way and kicked in the stomach, sending him off his feet, "so basic… How much should they pay you?"

Then she reenacted stabbing the two henchmen in the heart.

As one of the other henchmen try to sneak up on her, she gracefully dodge-rolled out of the way again only to sneak up behind him stabbing him in the spine, killing him.

The impatient one of the two remaining henchmen ran up to her to grab her, only to be stabbed in the chest three times and kicked in the stomach, sending him to the ground on his back.

Paying attention to the henchmen behind her, she simply slit his throat and stomach. Finally, she looked over at the remaining and dying henchmen as she jumps and lands on him stabbing him in the throat; twisting it, so the wound won't close, finishing him off. Rising from the corpse, she successfully neutralized the threat in the room. As the flash bomb dissipated, the fluorescent lights in the room went on again.

"Focus off," Andrea deactivated her post-cognitive spell. She didn't really have to reenact Amy 'Killer Queen' Hu and Peter Dice getting shot.

Afterward, she went over to the makeshift flyer made with red paint. She immediately translated the message, "I understand. But that doesn't mean I have to like it."

Immediately, she dug out her smart phone in her jacket pocket. She left the room and called an old friend of hers. It's been a while since she talked to him. With her new promotion and his new position his mother gave him, it will be fun to catch up for once. Even talk about his knucklehead brother she is very fond of.