As Felicia packed to leave Boston for Baltimore the air seemed to hold some foreboding omen, when she got to the lobby to leave, she was confronted again by none of that Dominic. "Leaving so soon?" He asked, Felicia didn't answer. "Don't tell me you're still mad at me for 'recruiting' Raptor?" Dominic asked realizing that she might actually bear a grudge, "Well, as I told you before he came to me and expressed in his own voice what he wanted."

"Then why does it still feel to me like you're trying to control us?" Felicia asked him. Dominic hardened his face and said, "Fine, if that is what you believe…I won't try and change your mind and rest my case, washing my hands of all of this. But I tell you now my dear that it may not be that easy turning away from me."

He just watched her leave, "Yes, she'll find that escaping me will not be that easy at all."

CANADIAN MOUNTAIN RANGE, JAN. 4th 9:30 A.M.

"Well I can see why it'd live up here, so friggin' cold no one would have the fruits to come up here…save more me." The man in the blue parka thought to himself, he shuddered at his own thought. About 15 minutes the man thought he heard something behind him, but when he turned around…nothing, just snow…but he knew something was here with him, so he decided to draw it out of hiding using his unique talent. He focused on the area around him, running his hands over each other until it conjured a small spiked sphere of ice in the center. Once that was done he swung both his arms out to his sides, the motion summoned a bunch of Ice spikes to pop out of the area around him, forcing the creature…his target, to reveal itself. He looked at it, but it didn't seem all too happy with him. The man cleared his throat and said, "Hey there aye big fella'…I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd—."

But before he could finish Sasquatch attacked him, the man in the parka managed to roll out of the way of the assault, "Oh come on aye, can't we just talk this—?" he started to ask, but before he did it attacked him again. The man then realized this thing wasn't going to listen to reason, "Okay you damn dirty polar ape, you want a fight aye, well that's fine by me!" the man said conjuring a bunch of icicles in midair, then with a flick of his wrist sent then flying at Sasquatch like knives, Sasquatch just swatted them away then hit the man with a massive right hand to the chest. The man went flying backwards about a good thirty yards, landing face down in the snowy ground, he lifted his head up and wiped the snow from his eyes, "Okay…I guess I'm going to have to fight dirty with the big brute." He whispered to himself.

As Sasquatch walked up to him, leaning over to see if he was finished, the man twitched a bit…then suddenly it felt something icy cold hit its eyes.

As the creature wiped the man's sneak attack out of its eyes the man thought, "Yeah, nothing like some snow in the eyes to distract your enemies."

Then the man held his hands out again and conjured a pair of ice manacles around the creature's wrists, holding it in place. The man stood up and said, "You know before you attacked me I was considering having you join our group…but I don't think Mr. Nightshade would like having someone who attacks first and doesn't ask questions."

The Sasquatch kept trying to escape its bonds, "So I suppose getting rid of you wouldn't be a bad idea." Suddenly the manacles around the beasts' wrists released, but before he could attack he slipped, and continued to slide downward on an ice-made slide. "If you live, remember that Sir Jerry Weston said 'Sucks to be you aye'!"

He was about to leave when he heard a roar, he turned around and saw Sasquatch trying to climb back up the ice slide, "Pinch me…I'm having a nightmare." Jerry thought to himself, he quickly gave the slide a mental shake and watched as the creature started back down again. He then decided to get down the mountain quickly before that creature picked up on his scent.

ON A HIGHWAY GOING FROM BOSTON TO BALTIMORE, 10:15 A.M.

Dominic was on his way to Baltimore when he got another call, "Ahoy-hoy…Sir Weston, good to hear from you…that's what I thought might happen, well come back to New York City and we'll have a calzone with ham (by ham he means Canadian Bacon) in it to celebrate your survival against the abdominal snowman aye? Yeah…see you."

Dominic then got another call, it was from Lachlan, "Lachlan…really…well I'll be back in New York as quickly as possible."

Dominic then phoned the driver, "Driver…turn this limo around, we must get back up to New York. I have some important business up there to attend to."

ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF BERLIN, JAN. 4th 4:20 P.M.

Donavan and Anita were near Berlin when Anita turned around again, Donavan looked back as well…he could sense it too, someone was following them. They watched as a man in a priest robe appeared from the shadows, a rather young man with deep brown hair. "Ah herr Baine…I was hoping you and I would meet, I have a message for you from a friend of mine." The priest said to him.

"What ever your message is, we're not interested." Anita told him.

"I agree with her, because I can see the dark in your heart…you wear the clothes of the Heavenly Father, but inside you are a Dark-one." Donavan then started to draw out his sword, the priest then raised his right hand and in a whisper said, "Lose your grip."

Suddenly Donavan's sword went flying out of his hand, but he caught it again and then threw it at the priest again rose his hand and whispered, "Miss." And just like that the blade went around him, Donavan called it back with a hand gesture and looked at the priest, the monk was at a loss, though his face didn't show it he was. "He's able to manipulate his surroundings, much like writing the rules for a game." Anita told him, Donavan looked at the priest, "Is that true?" he asked.

"Life is but a game, and with this power of mine…I control the outcome, so I know I'll always win." The priest told him.

"Then fine, I won't fight you." Donavan said coming towards the priest, the priest stepped back.

When Donavan was but a foot from the priest he scooped the man up and hugged him, "What…no, let me go!" The priest protested, "Tell me what that signal in the sky was and I will." Donavan growled.

"And what if I refuse to tell you?" The priest asked, now feeling the crushing strength of Donavan Baine, "I will continue to hug you tighter and tighter until I break and or sever your spine," Donavan told him, "it's your choice."

There was silence for a few minutes, then with a groan the priest said, "Okay, okay, okay you damned damphir…I'll tell you what you seek to know."

Once Donavan let go of the priest, he sat down and said, "That signal was to me and others to start asking you and the others who had entered Maximov's tournament to join us. So far to my knowledge it has all been a bit of a flop."

"Why would your boss wish us to join him?" Donavan asked.

"I don't know—I mean he never told us the full extent of his plan, but I do know it has something to do with the Demon World and Earth. He's calling all of us who failed to recruit back to him, I'll have to go back myself now…but I don't intend on facing Mr. Nightshade, once I get to London I'm going into hiding."

"Why would you be going to London?" Anita asked next.

"There's a private jet there that'll take the minority of us back to New York, I'm grabbing a zeppelin ticket and going there right now." The priest answered.

"Then you'll take us with, so I can meet this boss of yours and measure the darkness in his heart." Donavan told the priest.

"I can't do that, I'd be betraying Mr. Nightshade if I did." The priest said.

"You wouldn't be, you'd just have to get us to London's airfield…after that Anita and I will worry about how we're going to get on that jet." Donavan told him.

The priest thought it over and then said, "Come with me then, and hurry."