Chapter five is here! Thanks again to all reviewers.

I decided who should kill Viktor, and all that. It should be good.

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Orithian nodded. "That sounds like a good idea." Garrison waved.

"Just get going!" Garrison said. Orithian turned and ran back the way he came. He just took the stairs instead of wasting time with the elevator. He stopped at his desk and grabbed a digital camera, and distance listening device, a laser mic, along with his gun. The mic worked by interpreting the sound waves that bounced from voice off glass and such. Several tech workers tried to dodge as he ran by; wasted effort, as he would have ran past without bumping them. Once in the garage he selected a speedy little black sports car. The onboard computer in the car gave him the location of Kraven's vehicle and what route Orithian should take.

It was still dark, after midnight. The wall moved and let him through, then reformed. The night was quiet and cold, no full moon. Orithian got within several blocks of the target vehicle and stopped. It was on the other side of that building. He quietly got out of the car, with the camera and laser mic in his pockets. Orithian quietly walked to the corner of the building. The car was half a block down. Orithian started taking pictures. There were around twelve people, two vehicles. He could tell a few were vampires. The majority were lycans. Orithian was careful to stay in the building's shadow. But that would not matter with their night vision abilities.

Someone stepped out of one vehicle. Orithian took a few shots of his face. Very pale, sloppy looking for a vampire. He stepped into the car. Orithian got the laser mic out. It took a few seconds to adjust. Suddenly he could hear their talk through the microphone. "… the humans are of no concern, Kraven," a voice said. "Humans that know vampires and lycans are real! And what is with that human Michael?" another voice asked. Orithian couldn't tell who was who. There was slight sound of a scuffle. "I said the humans are of no concern!" the other voice said. There was silence for a moment. "Just keep your men at bay, Lucian," Kraven replied. "I've laid low for long enough," Lucian growled. "Don't make me regret our deal." Kraven said. Lucian merely said, "I've bleed once for you already. Without me you would be nothing. You would have nothing." At that point the vampire got out the car. He gave a look to what appeared to be one of his men, then left. Orithian crept slightly closer. There were guards. Perhaps if he interrogated one… A unsuspecting lycan. He softly grabbed the lycan guard and placed his pistol against the werewolf's temple, putting his other arm tight around his neck. Breaking necks was fairly silent. He stepped the guard back into an alley a few paces. Then he started interrogation.

"Who was in the car?" Orithian growled, shoving the pistol's muzzle harder against the lycan's head.

"Ah, who-" the lycan gagged out.

"Answer the question," Orithian growled.

"If I tell you, he'll kill me!" the lycan said, terrified. It wasn't a full moon; he couldn't change into his wolf shape.

"Then he's not as creative as I am," Orithian said.

"All right! It was Lucian, meeting with Kraven!" the guard said.

"Who is Lucian?" Orithian asked.

"The leader of the lycans," the guard said pitifully.

"Why would a lycan meet with a vampire?" Orithian asked.

"Some… pact, to end the war, and over throw the elders!" The lycan whimpered like a dog.

"Why are you after a human named Michael?" Orithian asked. That would be his last question.

"I don't know!" he said.

"I bet the upper half of your skull you do. Tell me, and you live," Orithian said hurriedly.

"Okay! The… scientist thinks he a descendant of Corvinus! We could use his blood to make hybrid, to keep power. It would have no weaknesses. We could use it to defeat the vampires if the treaty fails!" The lycan moaned.

"Thank you for your time," Orithian said. "By the way, things will go better for you if you don't mention you saw me." He drew back his large gun, and used the but of it to club the lycan over the head. Orithian being part vampire/lycan, he had enough strength to knock him unconscious. He placed the lycan down quietly. There was noise of a car starting. Orithian stepped over the body, peeked, and saw the vampires car leave. Just the lycans were left. They started getting into their vehicle. Orithian quickly decided to go before they counted heads. He ran lightly through the alleyway to cut back to his car. Trying to be quiet, he started his car. No one seemed to notice as he drove off. A hybrid? A vampire traitor? Lucian? Orithian wondered. Orithian didn't returned directly to headquarters. He put some distance between himself and the lycan group, parking in front of a cathedral Orithian called Garrision on his secure cell phone.

"Garrison here," the commander said.

"It's Orithian, commander," Orithian. "I found were those vampires went. There's some plot. A vampire and lycan are in leaque."

"What!" Garrison exclaimed. "What else did you find out?"

"The vampire Kraven and some high ranking lycan named Lucian were meeting. That death dealer, Selene, evidently brought up Michael back at their manision. The vampire asked the lycan about it," Orithian said.

"Go on."

"The lycan brushed his question off. I laser mic'ed the conversation and recorded it. Here, you can listen." Orithian placed the phone next to the tape. Garrison quietly listened.

"Good work, son. Seriously, good work," Garrison said. Orithian hesitated before going on talking.

"I grabbed and interrogated a lycan guard," Orithian said. "Found out why they are after Michael." Garrison groaned.

"I thought I told you to lay low!" Garrison said. "You interrogated a lycan guard? Did you get into a firefight, I suppose?"

"No. The guard said the reason they are after Michael is because some scientist thinks he is a descendant of Corvinus, whoever that is," Orithian said.

"Who he was. It's some legend the vampires and lycans have about how they came to be. What else did you find out?" Garrison asked tiredly.

"They think they can somehow use him to make a hybrid, half-vampire half-lycan. All the strengths, none the weaknesses," Orithian said. Garrison laughed at that.

"That'll be the day. A hybrid… no one has ever survived a bite from both monsters, except you, sort of. Well, that clarifies up the question of how soon he's safe on his own. Not for a while," Garrison said. "Good work. Head on back." Click. Orithian got out of the car, and watched the people going by. The cathedral was near the subway shootout sight. Orithian just watched the people go by, the people he risked his life to protect. He could still remember that night, so many years ago… His thought were interrupted. His senses screamed danger. Orithian turned in a split second, drawing his gun and crouching. He heard a light flapping noise. Orithian saw instantly who it was. That vampire, Selene, again. It was that coat she wore that made the noise. Orithian turned back to his car, holstering his magnum.

"You again. Are you following me or something?" Orithian asked Selene. She looked annoyed. Orithian looked up at the face of the cathedral. He couldn't see any ledge or anything for a good 150 feet at least.

"In a way, yes," Selene said. When she had hit the ground, she didn't even roll to absorb the impact.

"Is it a hobby of yours to leap off tall buildings?" Orithian questioned mildly. "But then, vampires can do that."

"Are you a human?" Selene asked, staring hard at him. "Of all fights I've seen humans in, none have come close to you. You move to fast, to smoothly. To calmly, when faced by lycans."

Orithian rubbed his eyes and moved to enter the car. "I'm not your average night watchman, I'll say that. Goodbye." He reached to close the car door. Selene moved out with lighting speed and yanked his arm extremely hard. Orithian tumbled out of the car, turned it into a roll, and reached for his gun. Selene had two pistols trained on him before he could draw his weapon.

"What?" Orithian growled angrily. He stood up fully, several inches taller than her. He now wished he had headed straight back to base like the commander said. Selene did not look happy either.

"I want answers," Selene snapped. "I will ask the questions, you will answer. Who are you?"

"Why should I tell you?" Orithian said, not looking alarmed in the least.

"Because I'll shoot your kneecaps off if you don't." Selene said calmly, keeping one pistol aimed at his face, the other at his knee.

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I'll leave it at this cliffhanger. But, rest assured, it means I'll update soon, within a couple days.

By the way, it's my birthday on the 22 of August, Tuesday!

Careful. A computer programmer I know said that Muslims all over the globe might try to create enough chaos on the 22 to usher in their golden age of Muslim rule or something and Iran might nuke Israel on that day. (They sure don't like each other much.) I don't know the details. Might want to buy a .38 special, just in case something happens. I sure hope nothing happens. Starting World War 3 on the on my birthday would be mean of them.