Chapter 12
Connections
Intro Song: Connected, Jack Black
Author's note: Sorry for the long delay, folks - the Christmas holidays did a real number on my available writing time! I'll post another chapter soon. In the meantime, hope you enjoy...
Logan Griffen did not like what appeared on the computer screen. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" he asked Ryder England, currently a small image in one corner of his outsize screen. In Logan's world, modern technology made a life where he rarely had to leave his basement lair, possible - and he didn't like glitches in that world.
"Yeah, I am. This is bullshit, you know that, right Logan?" Ryder's friendly face gazed into the camera solemnly.
After Mick St. John so abruptly hung up on him after commanding him to contact England, Logan had stared at his cell phone for a full minute, weighing - and discarding - possible responses. A brief but satisfying vision of staking his good friend had given him a warm, fuzzy feeling. His initial reaction to Mick's dictatorial attitude had been to say "fuck off" and return to ruling World of Warcraft. It was Tuesday night, after all, and Mick knew he set that night aside for this activity.
Besides, he barely knew Ryder - why should he call in the help of a relative stranger when he felt certain he could eventually crack the Renaissance system. He knew, however, that the phone call was not Mick's normal style - there must be some very radical shit going down in New York for him to come across like that. Regretfully, he signed out of World of Warcraft and fired off a message to Ryder England. Maybe he won't answer... His face was hopeful, but somehow he didn't think he'd be that lucky - and he wasn't.
Within two minutes, Ryder had responded and their web conference and collaboration started almost immediately. "Logan, I called Josef as soon as I got your message. Whatever happened in New York, it's big - and sounds like it's gonna get bigger, I'm afraid. Josef wants me to help you any way I can, so tell me what you need."
Logan brought England up-to-date on his investigation and its results up to that point, and filled him in on what little he knew of what was going on in New York. Ryder described the scene that had played out at Josef's home that had started the trip in motion. Between the two of them, they were able to piece together most of the picture.
"Damn!" Griffen had exclaimed, his eyes wide. "What a mess!"
"And I don't think we know all of it, Logan. There are gonna be a lot of eyes on this - we'd better figure it out."
The two had a lengthy discussion regarding the firewalls in place with Renaissance and both had agreed that it was unusual - and suspicious - for a company like that to have such enhanced electronic security. Mission-critical real-time systems, financial data, defense industries - they typically had this level of protection. But not normal, every-day businesses.
Griffen sent the other vampire the electronic history he had on file from his efforts to break into the system. He'd already dismissed his earlier misgivings about partnering with England. This was the first time in a long time he'd been able to have a techy discussion with someone where he didn't have to constantly stop and explain himself. Ryder was OK…
Before making his own run at the Renaissance system, Ryder carefully went through Logan's information. He periodically updated his fellow computer geek on his progress over the next hour, growing increasingly frustrated as his attempts to break into Renaissance continued to fail.
"OK, this is nuts!" Ryder hopped back on the web cam to vent his frustration with Griffen face-to-face…virtually. "There is absolutely zero reason for a company like this to have security like this. I've tried all kinds of algorithms, code busters, you name it, and nothing is working. To make things worse, they have some kind of hopped-up ESM agent that I have to go in and de-program every time I try to break in, so it doesn't capture my ID information. I don't know what's going on here, but we are going to get into this system! "
"Well, at least now I know it wasn't just me - I thought I'd really lost my touch."
"No, it isn't you at all, Logan - it's this friggin' system. They have a secondary firewall with an extra encryption layer. I'll see if I can back door my way in..." The two vampires continued to work, trying different options and consulting one another through the long night.
Finally, around 3 A.M., shortly after Mick St. John took his mace shower, Ryder had a breakthrough. He scrambled to hook up with Griffen. "Logan! I'm sending you a file right now! I think this is some kind of hybrid Linux CryptoLoop - but I've never seen anything configured like this!"
Logan uttered an expletive, then shouted excitedly, "OK, we're in!"
"Mick wants the personnel files, right?"
"Yeah, he does. But, I'll tell you what, Ryder, I think we should copy everything we can nab - who knows what these guys are up to." Logan frowned at the screen as his fingers flew over the keyboard, giving commands, copying files, and erasing traces of his presence as he went. At least, I hope I am...
At his end, Ryder England was doing the same, cursing as he hit the wrong keystroke combination and a file disappeared. What was going on here? Suddenly, both vampires froze at their respective keyboards as their screens went blank. "Get off-line, Logan - NOW!" Ryder shouted as he reached down and pulled the plug on his computer. He picked up his cell and dialed Logan's number.
"What the hell was THAT?!" Logan's first comment when he connected to Ryder was followed by a string of foul language. "I've never seen anything like that before!"
"It was some kind of special EHS threat alert - that's a system set up to monitor and report on an External Hostile Structured threat. I've never seen anything like that on a private system! It's normally only used by foreign intelligence services, the Pentagon, the CIA, FBI…organizations like that."
"Did we get off in time?" Logan looked worriedly around the room at all his expensive equipment, half-expecting the keyboards and monitors to start smoking at any moment.
"I don't know, Logan. I guess if someone knocks on our door, we'll find out. We'd better compile all this and call Mick."
With a collective sigh, both vampires set to work on their respective computers.
The city streets rolled smoothly under the wheels of the Mercedes, its occupants loath to break the comfortable silence.
With a start, Mick realized that he was still clutching Beth's hand in his as if he were a drowning man and she was his lifeline. Glancing over at his companion, he caught her staring at him, a slight smile playing around her lips.
"What?!" he demanded, trying - and failing - to scowl at her.
"Oh nothing...I was just wondering how long it would take for the circulation to come back in my hand."
To her dismay, he immediately dropped her hand. "Mick, I was kidding!" she protested, snatching his hand back and interlacing their fingers again. "I'd hold hands with you all night! I just noticed that you're a little...tense" You are a master of understatement, Beth. "Do you want to talk about it?"
He considered the question. Did he want to? No. Did he need to? That answer was different...
Reaching over with her free hand, she touched the back of her fingers to his cheek, then lightly ran her hand down his neck to his still-bare chest, finally bringing it to rest over his heart. "I think you should tell me what's going on. I don't want to make things more difficult for you. I'd just like to have some idea what you - what we're - up against here."
Mick smiled to himself at this comment. It was so like Beth to take his problems and make them her own. It was just that instinct, however, that made her vulnerable. He reminded himself that Josef withholding information from him was making him even edgier - he didn't want to do that to Beth. "No, you're right. We do need to talk; just bear in mind that there's a lot I still don't know about what's going on." 'Cause I'm such a great P.I.
"
Well, start at the beginning - what happened to Sara? I saw a news article on-line about a fire at Waverly Place..."
"She was killed in the fire - and it was started by an explosion. It's being investigated as an accident - but I'm almost sure now it was murder."
"How awful! Poor Josef...how is he doing?" Beth thought back to the day when she and Mick had seen Sara for the first time. Josef had been heartbroken as he relayed her story, blaming himself for her condition. She had read the glimmer of hope in his eyes when he looked at Sara; even after all the years, he had still believed there was some sliver of a chance that she would recover so that they could be together.
"He'll be OK, but it was rough on him. I've never seen him like that in all the years I've known him. I don't think the idea that she was murdered has really sunk in with him yet." He stopped, swallowing hard. Beth squeezed his hand comfortingly, waiting. "I have some leads but nothing definite yet - I just didn't have enough time and Josef was adamant about getting back here to L.A."
"You'll figure it out, Mick. You're the best P.I. I know."
He glanced at her face with its innocent appearance and smiled. "Aren't I the only P.I. you know?"
"Still..."
"OK, I appreciate the vote of confidence. I've got Logan and Ryder checking out some things for me. And I met a vampire in New York who does a lot of the same kind of things I do; she's following up on some of the leads for me." He hesitated. "There's more. Victoria Silver is the vamp who was here visiting when Josef got the call - she's an old friend of his. She was attacked on the street this evening. I was trying to get help when you called - that's why I had to hang up."
Beth felt like she was choking from all the questions she was suppressing. Despite her best efforts, however, several broke through her resolve to give Mick space and time to tell her what he knew. "What do you mean, attacked? What kind of attack? Is she going to be all right? Who was responsible? And what about…"
"One at a time, OK?" Mick interrupted, raising the hand holding Beth's as he tried to staunch the flood of questions. "First of all, Victoria was in pretty bad shape, but we think she is going to recover. They injected her with some type of silver compound..."
"Right on the street?!" she interrupted. If whoever did this is that bold, what will they try next?!
"Yeah. We were just leaving the cemetery when it happened. They caught us by surprise - and it was a very close call. I still have no idea who is responsible for that either." He decided not to share what little he knew about Crucis yet. There was no point in worrying Beth needlessly, especially when he wasn't really sure what threat, if any, it represented.
Beth picked up on this last comment. "They? Do you think her attackers are connected to Sara's death?"
"I have no proof yet, but it's the only thing that makes sense in all this to me."
"You may already know this - but I saw an article on the internet tonight about John Whitley's death..."
The P.I. almost swerved off the road. "When, Beth?! When did he die?"
"A week ago. I take it you didn't know."
He exhaled heavily. "No, nobody did, as far as I know, although how we all missed it is beyond me. What a mess."
"Poor Mick. You had such a hard time in New York, and then, when you finally get home - I mace you!
He snorted. "Trust me. In the total scheme of things over the past few days, being maced by you was one of the better things that happened." He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed her fingers gently.
She couldn't keep herself from asking the next question. "Soooo...Victoria was the woman who answered your phone, right? What's she like? Should I be jealous?"
"Of course," he replied with a wicked grin. "Even if I have no romantic interest in her, your jealousy makes me feel desirable."
Beth laughed out loud at the sound of her own words coming back to haunt her, throwing up her hands in mock despair. "One little comment," she groaned, "out of all the conversations we've had, that's the one you drag up?!"
He smiled innocently as he pulled the Mercedes into the parking garage underneath his building.
Beth returned his smile. "And don't think for a moment that I didn't notice that you didn't answer my questions just now, Mick St. John."
His phone rang at that moment, saving him from the need to come up with a response. With a sidelong glance at Beth, he answered. "Ryder! Tell me what you guys found out."
Logan and Ryder looked at one another from their respective computer screens. Ryder was the first to break the silence. "OK, who wants to call Mick?"
"Hey, be my guest. I'm sure after being gone for two days and getting in a couple of hours ago, he'll be anxious to hear from us." Logan was not interested in a repeat of the ass-chewing he took from Mick earlier in the evening.
"Didn't he say to let him know what we found out, Logan? And, isn't this sort of an emergency? What did he tell you to do?"
Logan sighed, rolling his eyes. "Let me know as soon as you two find out anything more."
"OK, then. One of us needs to call him."
"Well, I talked to him the last time, Ryder. It's your turn."
"Oh, for crying out loud..." England broke the connection, completely exasperated with Logan Griffen. What the hell is he afraid of?
He dialed Mick St. John's cell phone and began speaking as soon as the private investigator answered. "OK, Mick, here's the deal. We finally got into the Renaissance system, but it's taken most of the night. Neither one of us has ever seen a private company with electronic security like this. We got the personnel records you needed though - addresses, phone numbers, references - everything they had. Since we already know that the phone numbers are bogus, we can guess that the rest of this info is too - but we'll check it out...Yeah, we can start tracking all this down when it is a more reasonable time of day than 1 A.M. in New York. I mean, I know it's the city that never sleeps, but this would be pushing it. We went ahead and retrieved it on all the employees just to be safe - in case they change the system and we can't get back in. I just hope to hell they can't trace the 'break-in' back to either of us..."
"What's that?" He listened intently. "No, it's possible. In fact, with what we encountered in this system, I'd say it's probably likely. We'll just have to be prepared, I guess - assuming you tell us what the hell we should be prepared for." After another pause to listen to the vampire on the other end of the call, he added, "OK...Yeah, we'll start checking in the morning - New York morning, that is."
After ending the call, he stared at his phone for a full minute, his mind racing as he reviewed possible causes for the security roadblocks he had encountered that night. He discarded all of them. Ryder England was a geek, but he was nobody's fool. There was something very serious going on in New York - and, if he wasn't careful, he was afraid that whatever it was would find him here in L.A. Much as he wanted to help Mick - and needed to do what his employer, Josef Kostan, demanded - he had no intention of being sucked into any situation that would prove dangerous to him. He had become a vampire by choice, and liked the idea of living forever. And I intend to. He reached over and re-established the link to Logan.
"What was that about, cutting me off like that?" Griffen demanded, coming back on-line instantly.
"I just didn't want to hear anymore. If you don't have the guts to stand up to Mick St. John, you are better off staying in that basement of yours. Now, Josef Kostan, that would be a different story - but Mick's just a P.I."
"Ryder, that comment just proves how little you know about him. Josef talks a good talk but if there is one vamp in L.A. you should be a little afraid of, it's Mick St. John."
"Well, in that case, you should know that he expects us to follow up on these leads tomorrow - I mean, today - so, you and I had better get to our freezers now, while we still can. It's gonna be a long day."
Logan signed off without comment and headed for his freezer. "Great, just great," he muttered scowling. There would be no more World of Warcraft tonight.
The heavy stainless-steel door swung shut with a click, sealing them off from the outside world. Mick was a realist and knew that this was a false sense of security, but he felt better just the same. While not impenetrable, his penthouse was certainly much more secure than Beth's apartment - and after a long, stressful week, it felt good to be home. Now, he just needed for Beth to feel like it was her home as well. He followed her over to the couch, lowering himself onto the space next to her after turning on the glass fire display.
She leaned over to kiss him, resting her hand again on his bare chest under the tailored coat. "I really do like this look, but I admit it's a little... distracting."
Mick smiled and reached out to twirl a lock of her hair around his fingers, but his eyes were far away, focused on troubling images.
"Alright," Beth announced after several moments of silence, straightening on the couch. "You need blood, rest... and possibly sex, not necessarily in that order."
"Huh? What?" Mick dragged his eyes back to her face, concentrating on her words for the first time since entering the penthouse. "What did you say?"
"You heard me - or at least you heard enough to get your attention!" She laughed at his puzzled look. "Mick, you're a walking zombie. You need to feed and then go take a long shower. Then, we can figure out what happens next."
"You're right. Can you crash here for a few minutes while I shower?"
"Where else would I be? Like it or not, now that you've convinced me to stay here, you're stuck with me!"
He smiled - it was a comforting thought. Heaving himself up off the couch, he made his way to the hidden refrigerator and pulled out a carafe of blood. Pouring himself a tall glass, he carried it to the stairs, where he paused. "You know... the one thing I focused on through all the craziness in New York was getting back here to you, Beth." Before she could reply, he climbed the stairs to his bathroom, sipping the liquid as he went.
Beth sat motionless on the couch for a long moment, absorbing his words. What an enigma Mick St. John was! He was private - even secretive - with so much of his life that she often felt excluded, marginalized. Then, just when she would begin to despair of her role in this relationship... he says something like that.
"OK, enough!" Speaking out loud to no one in particular, she jumped up and strode over to Mick's music system, searching through the electronic archives for specific selections. Her choices plugged in, she headed for the stairs, a determined look on her face.
Mick stood in the shower, the water pelting him from all directions thanks to the modern, multi-head system. Closing his eyes, he allowed the water to course over him, consciously relaxing his tense muscles. Beth was right - he needed blood, rest... and definitely sex, especially after the relentless hounding by Victoria Silver.
He thought back to the all-too-brief intimate moments he had shared with Beth, smiling at the images. Yes, definitely sex... He raised his head as he heard music being piped into the bathroom through the sound system he had wired throughout his penthouse. Identifying the music, he smiled. 'Lost Without You' - nice choice, Beth.
His acute vampire hearing picked up a faint sound. Hearing it repeated, he tensed, turning toward the opaque shower door and narrowing his eyes as he searched for its source.
Beth's bare feet padded softly across the gray slate floor as she made her way into the now-familiar bathroom. Mick stood motionless in the shower, his head cocked in his effort to pinpoint the sound. He relaxed slightly as she came into view. Boy, are you ever jumpy!
She came to a halt a few feet in front of the shower and, without taking her eyes off him, reached up to unbutton her shirt. Slowly peeling it off, she held it out at arm's length and opened her fingers to let it fall to the floor. His eyes widened - she was naked under the shirt.
Mick stared as she unbuckled her belt and pushed her pants down over her curved hips. They fell to the floor, pooling around her feet. Her gaze still fixed on him, she stepped out of them and, with a flick of her foot, sent them sailing into a corner. She stood before him now, clad only in lacy black panties. Her figure, indistinct when viewed through the opaque glass and swirling steam, was delicate, ethereal. The effect was mesmerizing.
Standing statue-like, heedless of the water sluicing down over him, he watched hungrily as she slowly, deliberately, hooked her thumbs in the narrow elastic band of her gauzy underwear and eased it off. His quick intake of breath was audible even over the rushing water. He had never wanted anyone as much as he wanted her in that moment.
They stared at each other for long seconds - then he adjusted the faucet handles to bring up the water temperature and opened the shower door, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He followed her with his eyes as she stepped into the shower and pressed up against him. Touching his face tenderly as the warm water cascaded down over both of them, she whispered into his ear. "I missed you."
His need for her was so great, he was almost afraid to touch her. He finally managed to growl, "What are you doing, Beth?"
"Just loving you… so let me."
All the tension and stress of the past two days melted away in the blink of an eye. Mick wrapped his arms around her, hugging her naked body tightly against his. "Always," he murmured into her hair. He bent his head down to kiss her, the water running down their faces like tears.
They stood like that for several minutes, pressed together, swaying to the music. The world outside disappeared and there was nothing except the water, the music, and the two of them.
Mick completely enveloped her in his arms, the feeling of wet body on wet body sensual, erotic… His thoughts flashed back to their last shower together. One of the hardest things he'd ever done was to resist the temptation that Beth presented while under the influence of Black Crystal. She'd been sexy and aggressive, demanding that he kiss her, even turn her... He'd had to avert his face and fight his urges with everything in him. She would never know – could never know - what it had cost him.
They had had so many missed chances and interruptions since they met... And now I can hold her, kiss her, make love to her...With that thought, he kissed her again, tenderly at first, then more urgently. His tongue found her lips, then probed insistently in her mouth, seeking and demanding. She responded as she reached up to grab his wet hair and hold his mouth even tighter against hers.
Moaning, Mick backed her up against the blue glass wall, reaching up to direct the water on them without breaking their kiss. She grabbed his hand and guided it to her breast, pushing herself hard against his hand as her mouth sucked greedily on his. Pulling free, he looked searchingly into her eyes, the water dripping from his hair into his eyes. She smiled at him, trying to convey her feelings – love, trust, understanding… and lust.
That was all he needed to see. Mick grabbed a wet bar of soap from the ledge over her head. Without breaking eye contact, he rubbed the bar across his hands and began to lather her, his soapy hands starting at her neck, sliding down slowly, oh so slowly, to her breasts, lingering there to rub her gently. Beth closed her eyes and arched her back, unaware that she was panting. He continued his lathered path down her body, moving sensually over her stomach, and down her thighs as far as he could reach.
He reached with one hand for more soap, pressing firmly on her abdomen with the other to keep her backed against the wall. Dropping the soap back on the ledge, he began again to stroke her, running his hands down, then up the fronts of her thighs, his spread fingers exerting exquisite pressure on her skin. Reaching the tops of her thighs, Mick paused teasingly, then slid his fingers up over her hips and around to her back, cupping her bottom to press her against him before moving his fingers down the backs of her thighs.
He repeated this over and over until Beth was whimpering and weak-kneed. Opening her eyes, she gazed into an intense, ocean-colored stare, his face mere inches from hers.
"Please," she begged, breaking the silence. "Please touch me."
"Why, I am touching you, Beth." He favored her with the lopsided grin she loved, knowing full well what she was asking for. As if to illustrate his point, he moved one hand from her buttocks to her abdomen. His soapy hands glided over her body on the thin layer of water covering her, not quite making contact. It was exciting… and maddening.
Beth moaned. This was torture! She reached for his hand, but his lightning fast reflexes were quicker. He grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the glass wall over her head while the fingers of his free hand continued their slow dance.
When he sensed that she could take no more, he placed his free hand between her legs and began to move it in a slow, steady rhythm. Watching her face, his eyes darkened almost to indigo with intensity. Water dropped from his thick lashes onto her cheeks. Then it was his turn to groan as Beth moved her free hand down to stroke him, sliding her soapy body against his.
The music changed to yet another sexy jazz tune, one she knew he liked. Mick raised his head and smiled his delight at the sounds of 'Turn Your Lights Down Low'. Just the fact that she had paid attention to his musical interests and selected songs she knew he would like, demonstrated a depth of caring that was a constant source of comfort to him. It had been so long since anyone knew or cared about him enough to make gestures like this.
He picked her up effortlessly, bracing her back against the shower wall and closing his fingers around her wrists to bring her hands over her head again. Beth couldn't get close enough to him to satisfy herself. Impatiently, she lifted her legs to curl them around his waist. The mild water temperature made his skin warmer to the touch than normal, an unexpected, erotic change. His body was hard and muscular against hers. Gasps became moans and moans became cries as they moved together.
Mick breathed her name over and over, her breasts tight against his chest, her silky skin gliding against his. Fighting against the rising arousal, he broke away from their kiss as he felt his fangs descend.
Beth could see the hint of fang, the flash of icy-blue eyes, and knew immediately why he had pulled away. "Mick, it's okay… it's okay," she breathed. "I want this."
He shook his head. He refused to yield to these impulses. He'd had sex before with female vampires and knew, all too well, just how feral and violent it could be when he allowed himself free rein. He would not show that to her for all the world, would not take the chance of her being frightened or injured. She didn't know what that looked like, but he did. The monster in him would be in control, instead of the man Beth loved. He would not allow that. "Beth, just love me," he whispered urgently.
"Then, just let me," she pleaded. She gently took his face in her hands, his fangs still visible, and kissed him reassuringly. Their presence was just a part of him to her. If he could live with the burden of what he was, she could as well. Her fingers caressed the back of his neck, willing him to feel the love and trust she had for him.
Mick responded with an almost superhuman effort to bring himself under control. The fierce abandon of the past few minutes was gone, replaced by a loving connection. That feeling of devotion emanating from her was more intoxicating to him than the wildness that came with letting the vampire in him loose. He closed his eyes and concentrated on giving her pleasure.
Steam had completely filled the large shower space, touching them like so many hands on their bodies, urging them on. Mick groaned aloud as he felt her shudder, unable to hold himself back any longer. Beth gasped, tightening her grip and, unthinkingly, sucking at his neck as she came with him. It was almost too much for the vampire in him.
"Beth!" he cried out, jerking his head away from her. "Don't!"
He held her close to him, but tangled his fingers in her hair to pull her head back. Looking into those clear blue eyes he loved so much, he saw no remorse or fear. She wants me to bite her! This has to stop before I hurt her. Their panting filled the space, the waves of pleasure washing against them, slowly subsiding as their bodies gradually relaxed. "I love you," he gasped, kissing her lips, her neck, her shoulders. "I love you, Beth Turner."
Beth pillowed her head on his chest, relaxing against him, her legs easing down till she stood on tiptoe. The song was coming to an end as he folded her in his arms again and swayed around the shower space with her, dancing one last dance.
A half hour later, Beth was stretched out on the soft, welcoming couch, wearing only the top to Mick's red silk pajamas. The bottoms were currently in his possession, leaving his chest and arms bare.
He sat on the floor next to her, leaning against the couch, one arm around his bent knees, while the fingers of his free hand stroked gently up and down her bare leg. His touch, coupled with the hypnotic glass fire display, had carried her right to the edge of sleep, but she fought against it. It had been a long time since she had been this relaxed and she wanted to enjoy every minute of it. His fingers on her leg brought her back to the shower they'd just finished; she shivered with pleasure as she replayed the scene.
"Cold?" Mick asked, attuned to her as always.
Rather than admit her thoughts, she nodded. He reached up and snagged the cashmere throw from the back of the couch, pulling it down over her. She stuck the leg he had been stroking back out with an impish grin. "That leg wasn't cold," she teased. He returned her smile and began his slow stroking again, turning back to the fire. Beth hesitated. Should she even bring up the topic of what had happened in the shower and potentially ruin this peaceful moment? A moment later, the decision was made for her as her eyelids dropped and she fell into a dreamless sleep.
Their recent lovemaking was also foremost in the vampire's thoughts, as Mick struggled with the same question. They definitely needed to talk about this. Beth had to understand that there were limits that she needed to help him maintain - not entice him to throw caution to the winds. He decided not to put it off. Taking a deep breath, he turned to her - and saw that she had dropped off to sleep. Damn it!
It was so close to dawn that he didn't have the heart to wake her - she had a full day of work ahead of her, while he could retire to his freezer. OK, Beth. You're off the hook for now, but we are going to have to reach an agreement about this - and soon...
End Song: Something I Need, One Republic