Take away this darkness.

[Wolf Heart]

Carnegie rolled his eyes. "Don't see why I have to be here. Got plenty of work as it is."
"You have work? Really? I heard that you'd finished your last case two weeks ago," Gemma grinned. "So that means you've got a new case?"
He snorted and ignored her question. "Where are we going, anyway? Why're we here?"
Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. "We're meeting someone here," She said, dancing over to the fountain. "Oh, and I also wanted to check out the bookshop. I need some more books."
"Hpmh. You do realise that you could've borrowed a few of my books," Carnegie grunted, following Gemma into the nearby book shop.
"I've already read some of your books. They're boring, Carnegie! Seriously, maybe you could get a few books here aswell. It'd do your library good." She fiddled around with her necklace. "What type of books do you preferr, then?" She asked, bouncing over to a shelf.
"Murder Cases," He growled and stalked over to the shelf Gemma was looking at. "What the hell is this? These prices are crap! Thirty-seven bucks for this book?" He frowned, holding up a thin chapter book of Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher.
Gemma rolled her eyes. "I get err... discounts." She nodded slowly. "You could call it bringing in threatining friends if you want."
He chuckled and looked around the shelves again. "Really? How much do you get off books then?"
She shrugged. "Depends on what book I want and depends on how much I have in my pocket." Nodding, she pulled a book off the shelf and handed it to Carnegie. "Try this one."
He read the cover, "Portrait of a killer... Jack the Ripper, Case closed." He shrugged. "You read it?"
"Yup," She nodded. "It's really good."
He shrugged. "Good enough for me, then. I'll get it."
She grinned. "Great!" She already had three books in her arms. Bouncing over to the counter, she dumped them down. "These three and that one," She indicated the book Carnegie had. The assistant nodded. "That's two-" The assistant was cut off by some other person. The man nodded to Gemma. "How much?" He asked. Gemma chuckled and slid sixty dollars onto the counter.

[Blood Wolf]

Vladimir sat on the edge of the fountain and listened as the water trickled into it. He took a deep breath through his nostrils and then looked around. Gemma was supposed to meet him here soon. He'd unearthed some interesting information. He spied her and a man walking out of the bookstore. "Who's he? Vladimir thought, curious. He rubbed at his scar and grimaced. It always hurt him. Some days more than others. Today, though, was definantly a bad day. He glanced around, looking for any agents from either side. None.... Wait, oh no. There was two men and one woman from his team. Derek, Justin and Lyla. He snorted, stood up and walked over to them. Derek grinned and clapped him on the back. "Hey, Lupe! Look at this, guys. The whole team's here now. We were just talking about that chick," He said, nodding towards Gemma. "Isn't that the girl Rachel told us to be wary of? What's her name... Gemma AshedFire? What do you think we should do? Maybe we could capture her."
Vladimir snorted. "Don't be a fool. That's not Gemma."
Justin shook his head. "No, it is. I've still got that picture Rachel gave us. See?" He held up a folded piece of paper.
Snarling, he took it. "Fine. It is. Let me try this one thing first, I'll see if I'm able to capture her. If not, then let me distract her and that big guy and then you lot can sneak up behind." Without waiting for reply, the albino walked over to Gemma and Carnegie. "Well, this is nice, innit? Rachel was just talking about you last week, Gem. Showed us all pictures." He glanced warily at Carnegie. "My mates are over there and saw you. They wanted me to talk to you and see if you'd like to join us... for a bite to eat..." He flicked his head in the general direction of his team, trying not to make it too obvious as to what he was doing.