"How is work going?" the hooded man asked. Lauren looked up. "Well …" she took a small breath and began. "...there is something in the blood, definitely. And it's aggressive. Your doctor's notes are fragmentary but she had a hypothesis. I still try to check this, but need more blood samples. I just had those she took back then but I guess the patients are dead by now?" He nodded. "So I did run the test on the people out there."
"And?"
"The results are identical to your doctor's. But for an exact diagnosis I need more background information." the human stated. "What kind of information exactly?"
"What they are, what they do. Such things..."
"You know what they are. They belong to the pack." Daniel focused her and she saw him clenching his teeth. Did she crossed a line? His dark eyes hovered over her undecidedly, the brow was knitted but Lauren couldn't tell what was going on in his head. His mask was completely into place. "Tell me more about the hypothesis?"
Lauren went over to a blackboard with hundreds of post its. Her finger tipped on one of them. "She believed that those you call Runners, have been infected at first."
"And ... introduced it to the pack." A short nod. "What means that whatever infected you is or was out there." He didn't spoke. "Is that possible?" she asked carefully not to disturb his thoughts. When he looked at her he didn't answer. "I try to help here. So please tell me. Have you noticed some irregularities?" He flinched. "Do you agree with her hypothesis?" Lauren smirked bitterly. As stubborn as the Ash. "I am not sure, I need more..."
"Samples, yes I am aware of that." he said in a low voice and he seemed to lose his patience. She got the feeling he wasn't willing to give her anything of what she demanded. They looked at each other, faces blank.
"I need the blood of everyone in this pack." she whispered with determination. "I also need to know..." "Too many things..." Daniel cut her off and turned to leave.. "Find another way."
"There is no other way." The doctor snapped at him. Lauren knew she pushed her luck, but if they want her to help with that they have to play under her rules. "Listen. Why you don't take a closer look at your people? They are dying. And you know what? I won't be able to help them. They are dead in about 5 hours. And it will be incredibly painful. If you don't want to end up like them, bring me the samples! And the information." his eyes burned furiously on her. He wasn't used to take commands of a human but Lauren was in a much better position.
"It will take some time of preparation!" he finally answered between teeth. When he was gone, Lauren let the breath out she wasn't aware she was holding. "Fine, don't take to long!"

"Gosh. What a fog!" Kenzi entered the Dal complaining. She took a seat at the bar. "Couldn't see my own hand. But luckily I have this little sweet baby in my pocket. It includes a navigator!" she smiled and kissed the side of her smart phone. "Hey Trickster … where is Bo?"
The bartender pointed at the pacing succubus on the other side of the room with her smart phone in her hand. "Who is she talking with?"
"It's Dyson. What can I bring."
"Ehm...Beer?"

"Be there in a second!"
"Where are you Dyson? Thought we meet in the Dal...What?...yeah. Okay. You found something out about Lauren?...But I received a message from her...yeah...and the last log in? … that's not possible. I would know if she would be in the clubhouse..."
"Oh and so would I …." mumbled Kenzi to the man behind the bar with an annoyed expression on her face and took a sip of her beer.
"No I won't...I...okay. Yeah. Promised. Yeah. Bye." Bo returned to the bar and sat with a sigh. She took a sip of her drink and put her head in her hand. Kenzi watched her friend silently. "How is the wolfboy?"
"Busy. Very busy." Bo said depressed. "He said the hell broke loose because of the fog. Accidents, incidents, raids whatever. Anyway. He is stucked in the office with a lot of paperwork. He won't join us." "Sounds like a funny boy's night." Bo glanced to her roommate. "And what about Lauren?"
"He said, the message I've received were sent from the clubhouse."
"It's not possible. And even when why should she do that."
Bo shook her head. "I don't know, but I don't believe it was her."
"You think she was forced? Like being kidnapped?"
"Yes Kenz, I actually think that." Kenz took another sip.
"Who should do that? She is just a human... I mean...you know what I mean." she added apologetically.
"There are not just fae in this town." Trick interposed. Kenzi looked at the bartender thoughtfully but focused back on her friend when she saw her friend hide her face in her palms. "Bo-Bo? what is it?" The succubus lowered her hands and laid them flatly on the counter. She caught her grandfather's eyes. "I was just remembering what she said to me. About running away."
"That wouldn't be wise...I hope you tried to talk her out." the warning tone in Tricks voice let Bo wince. She didn't answer.
"And if she did, don't you think she would let you know?"
"If you were Lauren, would you tell me? " Bo snapped back to her friend much harder then she intended. Regretfully Bo closed her eyes. "Sorry Kenz...it's just...I don't know what to think." "It's okay...she is your lady hotpants."

"Hey Fitzpatrick? What's that about?" The baritone of a guest pulled the trios' attention away.
"What do you mean my friend?"
"This. What is it? It wasn't there a few moments ago." The man belonged to a group of three men playing dart, they did for a while what Bo could tell. They've been ordinary fae, spending a foggy night in the Dal, drinking, talking and gaming. They laughed some time a bit too loud but seemed tame. But now there was something that interrupted their game. One of them, the one who asked, hold something in his hand, what looked like a sheet of paper.
"I don't know. May I." "Sure." the guest handed Trick the item. It was a folded paper which Trick did open and read. Then he put it aside. "It's probably nothing. Perhaps someone joked with you guys. Have another drink. My treat." Trick smiled at the men and gave the waitress a small nod. "Enjoy the game my friends." When he turned back to Bo, she saw the worry in his face." Their eyes met and Bo knew, that her instinct didn't fail her. "What is it Trickster? Looks like a postcard." the human girl wanted to know.
"Well... a kind of. It's a message. And it's for Bo."