Next morning
Spender sat down at his desk hurriedly, picked up the phone and began dialling. He was worried now, truly worried. It had been two hours since he had learned of Alex Krycek's death late last night. When Alex's cell had gone unanswered three hours ago, Spender had sent two of his best men around to check up on him. They had found the bodyguard Spender had assigned to Alex, dead on the sofa, his neck broken and the television still switched on. Seconds later they discovered Alex dead, lying naked in his bed, completely drained of blood. It was obvious to Spender now that Scanlon's death was not just a random attack, his group was being targeted by an as yet faceless enemy and seeing as he had also been a recipient of one of the so far unidentified notes, whoever was behind this seemed unlikely to be stopping at the murder of Alex Krycek.
The phone at the other end of the line rang twice, then a man answered.
"Hello?"
"Alex Krycek is dead."
"My God, the same as Scanlon?"
"Yes."
"Had he also received a note?"
"Yes, as have I."
"You too?" He sighed, "it would appear none of us are immune."
"Have you also received one?"
"I discovered it this morning on my kitchen counter."
"I think we must assemble the group."
"Yes, I agree. I will make the necessary arrangements and be in contact," the line clicked dead. Spender placed the receiver back on its cradle and contemplated the note he had received once again. He would solve this quickly; Mulder was already poking his nose into dangerous places. Vampires were one of Spender's best kept secrets and most useful aides, he wanted a quick solution before Mulder had a chance to discover too much.