The smell of rotting corpses would be a turn off to most people, but as Erik kicked his way through the bodies he smirked at how hard he was getting. He flicked the cigarette out of his mouth and onto the floor. Looking around he saw only ghouls, and no vampires. Just like the last warehouse she was at.

"Well, well, little sister's been kept busy by that prissy little bitch isn't she," he said as he stomped down on the still smoking butt.

"I can assure you ma'am I wasn't the one to set the warehouse on fire," Alice said calmly.

"Oh really? Every warehouse, whore house, and small apartment I send you to ends up burnt to the ground! The ghouls don't have chips in them so it's not Millennium!"

"I don't know who did it, but I can assure ye it was not me!" Alice shout, her Irish accent slipping out.

"Then explain these!" Integra shouted back slapping photos down onto her desk.

Alice picked them up, and examined them. The first few were pictures of the fire from above, and the others were taken after the fire. Alice had to look closely, but she could faintly see something scorched on to the ground.

"What exactly am I suppose te be lookin at?" Alice asked, not bothering to cover the accent up.

"Photos of the warehouse you recently purged. Look closely at the scorch marks, where the fire was started," Integra replied.

Alice looked even closer at the photo. It took her only a few minutes before she slapped the photos back on the table.

"Ye know damn well I want nothin te do with….with…that!" Alice replied, scratching the scar trailing up her arm.

"Well you're the only person I know who could tell me anything about that mark, now tell me," Integra snapped.

"There is….no…that's impossible…." Alice muttered, barely audible.

"What's impossible, speak up and tell me now before I have Alucard put a bullet in your head!"

"There's, my brother. He's also, well, like me."

Integra just stared at the albino girl before her. She couldn't believe it, all this time and this little bitch had the gall to hide something like this from her, especially when Integra could so easily have her shot in the back of the head.

"Look at me when I talk to you girl," Integra ordered

Alice looked up slowly, her amber eyes locked with Integra's blue eyes.

"If I ever find out about anymore secrets from you of this caliber again, I will not hesitate to ship you back to the Vatican where you belong."

"Yes ma'am, I understand," Alice said in a monotone.

"And speaking of which, you know that her Royal Highness the Queen will be at the manor tomorrow correct?" Integra asked.

"Yes, Alucard asked me to stay in the dungeon. Says to vampires are enough."

"Well, Enrico Maxwell will be attending the meeting, and sent me a letter requesting that I allow you to stand with him as a representative of the Iscariot Division," Integra stated bitterly.

Alice felt her heart stop, speed up, and do a couple of back flips all at once. She opened her mouth trying to speak, but closed it again; she just nodded her head to show her understanding.

"Very well then, you are dismissed."

Alice turned and walked out the door, shaking. She finally was able to utter one word,

"Enrico….."