Okay everyone I just wanted to say thanks so much for all the reviews. My jaw dropped when I saw how many more I got after chapter 7 so I'm assuming that everyone is enjoying the story. So I'll keep writing and hopefully everyone will keep reading. So keep R/R people. Peace out.

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            "So what's happening with Monoclay? Are we progressing?"

            "I hate to admit it but X had a great plan, I just wish he would have told me. Monoclay trusts X now, we just have to see how much trust he has in X. But after last nights show I think he has the utmost trust," she said as she walked into the room from the shabby kitchen.

            She handed him a white tee shirt with some ice cubes in it for his jaw and cheek where she hit him. Standing behind him she leaned onto the chair and watched Gibbons.

            "Monoclay wants me to come back tonight to show me some stuff he said. He didn't give any hint as to what it could be about," Xander said gently holding the makeshift icepack to his jaw.

            "Well keep up the good work and keep me posted. Oh and Samine…I wouldn't have told you X's plan either," he smiled before the screen went blank.

            "That prick," she muttered reaching over Xander's shoulder to close the screen.

            "He's just joking with ya Samine. Look…I'm sorry I didn't tell you my plan but I was worried that he wouldn't buy it. I needed the best possible reaction from you and I got it," he said grabbed her hand as it moved past him.

            "X its fine now. But if you have another idea like that please clue me in. Since we're on the apologizing thing, I'm sorry I punched you and kicked you. I was slightly pissed off to say the least," she said as she pulled her hand free from his.

            "I don't blame you; I'd be pissed to if you did that to me."

            "So what are you going to do tonight about Monoclay?"

            "Go and see what I can find out and not be killed in the process. What about you?"

            "Depends on you," she said as she fell onto the small couch.

            "Me? What did I do?"

            "Well, if you're going up to Monoclay's, do you want some back up? I'll find some way to be nearby in case you need some help. Highly doubt it but you never know," she said hooking her hands behind her head.

            "No, too risky that someone might see you. I'll handle it and take notes for you."

            "Sure you will. Guess I'm stuck here with nothing to do," she said looking around the room.

            "Why's that? There's plenty to do around Prague."

            "The fact being, people don't take well to a 'ghost' walking around. Which is what I would be some people if they see me. They won't take kindly to that, believe me; I've seen it," she said nodding with a small smile.

            He tossed the ice pack to the side and leaned forward propping his elbows on his knees. Samine sat up and swung her legs to the side of the couch reflecting Xander.

            "You have all the shit on Monoclay so tell me…what do I need for tonight?"

            Several hours later Xander took off in his GTO knowing every inch of Monoclay's place that was on the blueprints. A few minutes after Xander left Samine stepped out from the building and pulled her coat tighter around her body. Slowly making her way through the back roads of the city she eventually arrived at a small bar. Pushing the heavy door open a gust of cold wind pushed her in before she closed the door against the cold. A few people looked up at her before going back to their drinks as she walked up to the counter. The hood of her coat was still pulled low over her face hiding anything recognizable as the bartender walked over to her. He asked what she wanted in Russian and she slowly smiled. Reaching up she pushed back the hood and looked up at the man behind the counter. The horror and shock was plainly visible on his face when he recognized the face.

            "You're supposed to be dead!" he yelped in English with a strong Russian accent.

            "Yeah well dead things have a tendency to come back and haunt you. Don't you just hate it when they do that?" she asked sweetly watching his eyes dart side-to-side looking for an escape.

            "I just want to know if Laslos is here. That's all."

            He was shaking slightly in fear as she watched him. He pointed towards a small set of stairs at the far corner of the bar leading up to the second floor of the building. Without another word she turned towards the stairs and slowly walked up. Reaching the door at the top o the stairs she slowly pushed it open looking for any sign of Laslos.

            "Hey Laslos you here?" she called out and heard sounds of a shower.   

            Walking towards the bathroom she saw faint wisps of steam coming from the partially closed door. Reaching the door she heard someone humming a tune before they broke out into song.

            "Laslos?"

            She laughed when she heard a yelp followed by a string of Russian profanity.

            "Is that you Samine?"

            "Yeah. Hurry up and get dressed I need to talk to you. Don't slip."

            A few minutes later Laslos came up dressed and tower drying his hair. Samine was sitting in the chair rocking it back on its two back legs with one of her legs pressing against the table.

            "What do you need Samine? Oh yeah, I had all intentions of sending flowers to your funeral," he smiled as she growled a bit at him.

            "Thanks for the concern Laslos. But I need to know what's going on. Anything you might have heard and shrugged it off or something that sounded outrageous. I need to know. Something is missing," she said allowing the chair to fall back onto all four legs.

            "Well I have heard some things but it's over in Japan," he said shrugging his shoulders.

            "I don't care, tell me."