Ciel walked up to the Wolf's Glen casually. It wasn't as though he would be noticed. Everyone was staying indoors once again, and "The Watchdog" was visually nowhere in sight. Instead, "Cornelius Wainwright" walked the streets. There was no reason he would have to worry about being spotted. When he got inside the Café, he did receive a look from the witch behind the counter, but otherwise, he was given no mind.

It wasn't hard to find Baldassare, as the café was barren. The only one in there was the Girasol vampire himself, dozing off at one of the tables. That was to be expected. For him, it was really late, and he should be asleep. Regardless, Ciel had been called out, so the Phantomhive took a seat on the other side of the table, prompting the vampire to stir.

"I thought you'd never get here…" yawned Baldassare, rubbing his eyes. It was then that they adjusted to really look at the now maroon-haired gentleman in front of him. "The fuck happened to you?" he asked, gesturing to the demon's arm.

"Bad run-in with an angel." Answered the Phantomhive, rubbing his aching shoulder a tad. "It isn't bad. So, what did you need to discuss?"

"Don't you mean what you need to discuss?" the vampire said. "What the fuck is H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. doing around here? We had a deal!" he griped in a hushed tone.

"They're helping us capture Cerberus." Ciel stated. "Several residents have gone missing from the Glen, and we're trying to recover them while taking down those responsible." Baldassare's eyebrow twitched before he crossed his arms, leaned back in his seat.

"Explains a lot…" he said. "So, you're saying it wasn't H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. who's roundin' everybody up?"

"No. It isn't. Why?"

"People are scared." Baldassare said. "Whoever this gang is, they're plucking up people left 'n right! Important people, too…"

To that, the watchdog arched an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"They're taking away people who we need!" the vampire said. "Volunteers, some of the people who go out into the city and get jobs and support the rest of us! Just yesterday, they took the old wizard who runs our little 'library'. I mean, he collects books, but he helps give the youngun's somethin' to do!"

The demon was actually a little surprised by how passionately the Girasol vampire spoke of the matter. It was obviously serious. H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. had many rules and restrictions, and there was only so much that they could supply the Glen. The rest was done by the residents. It was practically a small, self-sufficient village under tyrannical rule. Now they had another threat to face, and they were falling apart.

"How bad is it?" Ciel questioned, leaning forward a bit.

"Bad." His informant answered without the slightest hesitation. He did, however, pause, looking around before he continued. "They… They got Sister Dorothy." He whispered.

That was bad. The Sister was a critical part of the community, providing both church services, and educational ones as well. She was the one who taught the children of the Glen how to read and write. Removing her could throw everything out of order. It was no wonder that the streets were so empty.

"You better get her back, mutt." Baldassare said. "If you don't, I dunno what I'm gonna do, but it's not gonna be good."

"I don't blame you…" the Phantomhive replied. "I can tell you something you can do, however." With that, he reached into his pocket with his good hand, pulling out a silver amulet. He placed it on the table in front of him.

"The fuck is that?"

"It's an amulet. I tore it off of a Ceberus flunkie." Ciel informed. He picked it back up and held it in front of the vampire's face. "It has an enchantment on it. Cerberus kidnaps people, and forces them to work for them using these. If you ever come across someone with one of these around their necks, tear it off quickly."

"So you're saying you want me to do some of your dirty work, huh?"

"Of course. You'd be replenishing their forces while saving their neighbours." He paused for a moment before continuing. "If one of them has a black mask with gold trim, however, do not fight them."

"Why's that?" questioned the Girasol vampire.

"He's especially dangerous." The man said, refraining from telling the whole truth. "He unloaded a full magazine on me in a second. He doesn't seem to use antifreak rounds, but I would still be careful."

"Alright…" Baldassare answered, leaning forward again while setting his elbows on the table. "I'll try and get some of the lower flunkies for ya. If they're any like the ones that we ran into last time, though, I'm backing off."

"Sounds reasonable." Ciel replied. "Be careful of plain-clothed 'Jacks' too. If they know who the important figures are in this part of the city, then they might have planted a mole or two."

"Got it." The vampire said, pausing before arching an eyebrow. "'Jacks'?"

"That's what they're called." Informed the Phantomhive. "It would appear that the head of Cerberus likes to name them after puns…"

"HA! That's fuckin' retarded!" barked the coven-leader. "Is one of them 'Jack-off'? Please tell me there is one…" Ciel simply furrowed his brow, opting to scowl rather than answer. Alois had made the same joke more than once. Upon realizing he struck a nerve, Baldassare's laughter died down.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry." The vampire said with minimal sincerity. "Relax. It was just a joke. Jesus… But who cares about that. As long as the Glen's alright, I don't care. I'll make yer little 'neighbourhood watch' team, but just make sure I don't get shot by H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. because of it, alright?"

"Deal." Ciel answered. "Just be careful. There's some frightening people in their hands…"