acontritemess | I came to say hello.

I came to say hello.

[A lot is changing for Enis in a very short period of time. Freedom has its own cost and she's paying for it in full. With her fathers current work destroyed and his notes locked within her head she takes flight with a few samples and materials. Her destination is Seattle.

When she arrives she's wearing a black tank top, dark jeans and combat boots. She's never been allowed the chance to have style and despite the amount of cleavage showing, getting into this club in a usual way would be difficult. Vibrant blue eyes stare at the guard at the door as she steps forward. There is a large black dufflebag in her hand and she walks with the sort of confidence that many yearn for. Enis pauses in front of the werewolf, her expression serious.]

James Taylor, Born in 1982 in Asheville North Carolina, Social Security number 116-47-4831. I am here to see Clayton Young.

Take me to him.

[Her voice is firm and only loud enough for her and the werewolf to hear. She isn't going to broadcast any information about him unless he gives her trouble.]

Or do I need to tell you about your boss too?

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[Enis gives Khan a curious look before nodding her head. It isn't any secret that she'd been here the night before.]

Just here? What were you called before Khan?

[She's interested in him since she knows nothing about him. He walks differently than what she's used too.]

[Khan offers her a slight smile.]

My mother called me Sefu, her sword. No one has called me that name in many years.

[She studies him for a moment before nodding her head. There is a white glint that flashes briefly in her eyes that Khan is most likely to notice if he'd been looking over at her.]

It's a good name. [Her name is a variant of the word friend derived from the Turkish and Celtic spellings which doesn't suit her at all. His name, it seems like it fits him.]

Where are you from Khan?

[He rolls a large shoulder slightly.] It is a name. What is yours?

[He looks pleased. It isn't often he gets to speak of his homeland.] I was born in Lower Tanzania, but moved inland. I claimed territory in the Tshuapa province of the Congo. Deep jungle. Much solitude. [He shakes his head.] Or so I thought. Humans found diamonds in my hills.

My name is Enis.

[She listened to his story, her fingers drumming silently on the polished counter top.]

I've heard of that place. [She's heard of everywhere.] It was one of many places that suffer deforestation. Regulations don't reach that far though there are several groups of people trying. [As in, she found their websites online.] Is it hard to consider this place home, when you're from somewhere with so much more than this?

[Enis prefers cities but she knows that others don't.]

[Khan nods, his expression solemn.] Yes. The Congo is torn too much by war for regulations.

[And it was at this moment that Clay walked up, nodding to the large man behind the bar.] Khan Man.

[Khan nods in response, as though he's used to this greeting.]

I'm not interrupting anything, am I?

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You aren't, considering I'm here to see you.

[Enis turns towards Clay, pulling a folder of paper from her shoulder bag. She places it on the counter in front of him and waits.]

[Clay takes the folder from her and nods.]

Why don't we go over this in my office?

[He wasn't taking her to his real office. That was underground, and he didn't trust her not to upload the information to...wherever, schematics, etc. He had an office in the club, too, though.]

Follow me.

[Enis is aware of more than Clay knows though she sees no reason to let him in on her secrets. He probably guessed that she has a chip too but she hasn't alluded to what hers does yet.

She nods her head at Khan, offering the man recognition before turning and following Clay. She's seen the security room, she's curious about his 'office']

You can take your time to read it.

[She has no plans except to hunt those on her list.]

[Clay nods, but will make quick work of the folder regardless. That's his training talking.

He leads her into the back halls and up a different flight of stairs. There are others moving through these hallways, but they just nod to Clay. They know by know, when he has his business face on, there's no reason to try to start a conversation with him.

After mounting the stairs, the walk was another long corridor before he pushed open a door at the end of the hall. In it was a desk on which sad a pretty nice laptop, a filing cabinet, a telephone, and behind his desk, a large oil painting of Paris. It almost didn't fit there, with the rest of the sparce decor.

He moved around the desk and took a seat, motioning to the only other chair in the place for her to sit.]

So, tell me what I'm looking at.

[It'll make the process faster.]

[Enis glances at each face that walks by, attempting to put a name to them as they move towards his office. She prefers that they walk in silence and she's thankful that no one sees to stop them on their way.

She takes a seat, sitting perfectly in the chair as her vibrant blue eyes land on Clay.]

Martin Borror. Age 24 during first wave of testing. Current age 46. He was in the first wave with Kellye Gilland. Age 26 during first wave of testing. Current age 48. Both were injected with serum W5483. This injection had a higher concentration of wolf DNA with the werewolf DNA. [The hope had been to create soldiers.] They are stronger, faster and more durable than modern werewolves. [Though she doesn't know how Toby might measure up.] They were both injected with formula 512SLI which eliminated the werewolves weaknesses. They hunt as a pack with the male displaying his force and then female stalking to the side to kill their pray. I've tracked their hunting patterns for the last two weeks. Of Sameel's pets they are the most active. The data and records are in your hand.

[He nods, following along. From the sound of it, he's not sure he's going to be able to handle these two on his own. He opens the folder, reading over the data she'd provided, and without looking up, responds after she's finished.]

Can I bring anyone else in on this?

Whoever you trust.

[Enis doesn't think he can do it alone, based on his file alone but then things have changed since he's broken Sameel's shackles. She knows that she doesn't stand a chance and since she's chosen to trust him; she'll trust those he trusts.]

[Clay nods. This is something he'd wanted to do for some time, but he'd never no place to start. Now, though...now it looked as though they were finally going to get somewhere, but even with all his capabilities, he knows he's never going to be able to take these guys out without Toby's help.]

We can trust this guy.

Who is it?

[She asks as if Sameel hadn't been working with Sunet and doesn't know anything about the matter. The truth is she knows of Toby, after Sameel learned of him he'd wanted to use him for his tests to create the perfect werewolf. It'd be sickening.

As the question lingered in the air her mind turned towards the other man she'd met the night before though she doesn't understand why. Her brows furrow slightly before pushing the thought from her head.]

An old friend. [A knee-jerk reaction to the question, to be sure. After a moment's pause, he looks over to her.]

His name's Toby.

The werewolf?

[Again she asks as if she doesn't know anything about him. Granted her information is mostly limited to names. In Toby's case, he'd been captured long enough for Sameel to create a file on him.]

If you think he's strong enough I'll take your word for it. Are you planning to tell anyone else here of our plans? The list is extensive. Your absence will be felt.

[Logically, Clay knows people are aware of Toby because of his capture. That doesn't mean the idea of it sits well with him, though. He narrows his eyes at her for a moment before he nods.]

I can handle it. I need to talk to my girlfriend and my boss.

Who do you consider your boss.

[She has no interest in who his girl friend is.]

You met my boss last night.

[And that's all he's saying on that matter.]

I assume you're staying in town?

[It's nice to know who Clay considers his boss and really that's all that she's looking for. Her mind does wander over to Luther for a moment but then leaves the topic be. She doesn't have time for her own curiosities.]

I'm at a hotel. A few blocks away.

[It is a very shady hotel.]

[He nods.]

I'll go over this and make the necessary arrangements. Make yourself at home.

[Enis's eyebrow raises slightly.]

In your office?

[And for the first time, Enis gets to see Clay smile.]

At the club. We'll be opening up soon.

[He has a nice smile. It's a shame he doesn't do that more.]

Oh, I'll go snag my seat again. I liked talking with Khan.

[She likes talking to James too but she assumes the were will be back at the front door.]

If you need me I'll be here for a bit.

[Enis isn't promising to stay for very long. She does pull a small burner phone from her bag and tosses it towards Clay.]

You can use this to contact me.

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