Thanks to the two people who have reviewed chapter 4 so far. So far I say.

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Henry's POV

"Aw, man, what is that smell?" I asked, trying not to breathe through my nose. Honestly, I come into the kitchen to get a glass of milk and I'm greeted with the all welcoming scent of mouldy cheese when I open the refrigerator. Life is good.

"Dude, that's just wrong" I said as I lifted up the container with the said cheese in it and looked inside. Jeez, next time I get the groceries I better check the use by dates. Man that is gross.

I heard someone walk into the room behind me. Well maybe heard is the wrong word. Felt would have been better, because, being a vampire, Nikola is very hard to hear… "Ah, here you are. Honestly for a computer geek I can never tell quite where you are, even if your smell is ever so…" Nikola sniffed me, then coughed "potent. Don't you wolves ever take showers?" …Until he opens his mouth that is.

"Hey, you don't exactly smell like a basket of roses either buddy. You vamps may be high tech but you got kind of an overzealous mint smell goin' on there. Geez if any one could smell you like I can the wallpaper would be peeling!" I chucked the cheese in the bin, took out the milk (sniffing it, just to make sure) and stormed out of the room. God, that guy just did not know the meaning of the word quit. For the past day and a half I've been working my butt off trying to keep the defences up and running. Some freakazoid keeps trying to hack all my firewalls, probably Cabal work.

I headed for the elevator, I wanted to check up on the big guy. He was still pretty violent. There didn't seem to be any sign of it slowing up either.

Moodily, I took a sip of the milk, bleh! Maybe this thing was out of date… "Where are you going?" "Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!" I jumped fumbling with the milk for a few seconds to make sure I didn't drop it. "Don't do that!" I yelled at Nikola.

He shrugged his shoulders. "What? Use my crafty vampire abilities to sneak up on you?" I sighed mentally, what had Magnus been thinking when she let this guy take over? If ya find out, call me.

"Yes, your crafty vampire abilities! You've been creeping around and freaking me out for the past two days! You're supposed to be running the place! In case you can't remember, we're supposed to be one, locating the blood and two" I held up two fingers "Keeping the Cabal from accessing and other wise blowing up the place."

"Well, I'm sure with your technical savvy, the place should be just fine without me for a while, speaking of which, I have some business to attend to. Don't wait around for me."

"Wha-" He was already gone. Damn.

I shook my head, not bothering to wonder what Nikola might be up to. I love my job, but when it comes to dealing with guys like Nikola who leave all the hard work for everyone else…well they just *# me off. I kept walking through the mansion, I didn't feel like seeing the big guy so much anymore, I don't think I could take any more. I rounded a corner, not thinking about where I was going. To be honest, I didn't want to have to go anywhere, just walking around with no actual destination can be really refreshing. It's a nice change not to have something to do once in a while, to just sit back and relax… beep beep. Well stuff that.

I cracked my knuckles, another firewall coming right up. And the guy who was trying to take it down was gonna get a nasty surprise. The reason I hadn't showered in a while is because I was working on some new software. Updating the updates would be a pretty a good way of putting it. Whoever was attempting to hack the system was going to get a very nasty surprise.

I got to the elevator and was about to punch in the number for my level, when oh snap. My software was downstairs. As in, downstairs, downstairs. Whoever it was that was doing the hacking could get through in the time I was downstairs. Aw, hell. I could just put in the software on the computer downstairs and it would still work.

Decision made, I punched in the number and waited impatiently for the doors to reopen.

I started tapping my foot, could this thing take any longer? Ding. Finally. I stepped out and ran to the computer at the other end of the lab.

Cardboard boxI thought. Where is the cardboard box? I spied it underneath the desk. "Aha!" I pulled out the plug connected to my little separate dohicky for emergency upload. "Try and hack this sucker!" I flicked the switch and waited, excited, for the inevitable beeping that would mean my software was working.

Beep beep, beep beep, beep beep… hold on a second… I recognised that kind of beeping. I tore open the cardboard box and took a closer look at my contraption. Stuck neatly on the side of my motherboard wires, was a neat little rectangle of hard black metal and in plain red numbers on the front were 0:03.

"Oh sh-" I started to say…

BOOM!!!!!!

No POV

The man in black moved quickly, silently, through the shadows. Keeping to the alleyways and back streets, the man moved quickly through the run down part of town to stop and lean, casually, against a lamp post on the far side of a bridge. The weak light that was shed from the run down gas lamp was hard to see by. But the man in black had no issues wit the poor lighting. After all, he would not be able to see the client approaching anyway, until the last possible moment. That is, if the client wanted to be seen at all.

The man in black shifted slightly, uncomfortable in his position. It was raining heavily, and his black clothes protected him well from both the wet and the cold, but still the night had an air of mystery, of darkness just ready to seep into the world's heart the moment it let it's guard down. And it would, as all things eventually do.

The man smiled. He was becoming quite a poet these days. He would have to watch that. A clap of lightning struck the earth nearby. But the man did not flinch. His client had arrived.

A lone figure walked slowly, with purpose, across the old cobbled bridge towards the man in black. The man could not see much of his client's features, but did not look too hard. Many clients were sensitive about their identities, and did not appreciate being scrutinised too closely.

The figure spoke first "You know the job I have proposed, and I have your fee, when will the operation will be finished?" The man in black waited a few seconds before replying "As soon as you would like"

The figure nodded, then pulled from underneath their cloak a small suitcase, in which the man in black new the first half of his fee was stacked neatly in hundred dollar bills. But before handing it to him, the figure said "I trust you have already researched my background I take it?" The man tensed, most of his clients did not know about the organisations policy of not asking questions, but still knowing your client. The figure laughed "It's quite alright Frances" The man stood stock still, an expression of shock showing on his face for a moment before slipping back into calm. "If you had not researched me, I would have labelled you incompetent, and with you having my contact details, even though they are not my real ones, I would have had to kill you. I'm glad I can finally keep someone alive for a change" Frances still stood there, tensed "However, I hope you realise that failure on this particular operation will mean certain death for you and your superiors. The board do not take failure lightly, and I do everything possible to make sure that they are kept happy. Now; do we have a deal?"

The figure held out their hand. Frances shook it. "All will be done as asked, Mr Griffin"

Griffin smiled "It better be" He turned around and, right in front of Frances; disappeared. No flash, no bang, no worm hole. Just gone. Frances shook his head. The money had better be worth it.

Well, that certainly took less time than the last chapter to write! I hope you like this chapter. I just wanted to put in a bit more where Henry and Nikola are concerned, because you gotta admit; they're not the happiest bunch of petunias.