TF: Sometime after her meeting with Richard Arcane.

Charon pushed the electric starter button on the customised Suzuki GSXR 1200, the thing growled to life, it was neither a road bike or a race bike, it was somewhere in between and it certainly didn't run on your garden variety unleaded petrol.  If the bike had been found in anyone else's house they'd have been arrested but Charon kept it carefully under lock and key, in fact, no one had actually seen it apart from the man who'd built it and he had actually killed himself riding it.  Technically, Charon had killed him but he had ridden right into the front of her car and there was nothing she'd been able to do about it, so she had taken the custody of the bike and restored it.  
It was a matt black, it didn't have a traditional headlamp, the bulb had been swapped out for a black light but Charon had swapped that one out for a night vision light and then proceeded to build a night vision visor into her crash helmet.  She wore a full leather suit, it was custom made and tailored for her by Dainese and was their top of the range D-Air system, her only demand being they make it without the traditional race hump, she didn't need it.
She eased the bike forward with a light touch on the clutch, remembering quickly that the gearing system was race style not road and pulled the gear right up to first, she wouldn't be using it much as third to fifth would be more than ample for this evenings excursion.
Five minutes later she was miles away from the mansion and speeding towards the open roads that led to Castle Mortis.  She let the beast go on the single road leading towards the castle, changing the gears right down to fifth, once upon a time the thing had, had a speedo but she'd taken it off and replaced it with a digital read out because the speedo had kept burning out.  Right now the display read 237 mph, the rev counter was was glowing an eerie red colour to indicate the engine was now rather warm and that maybe she should consider slowing up a bit.  She had the throttle wide open and wasn't looking at the display, she was busy looking at the slowly growing dot that was Castle Mortis.

Within the Castle Druids had started running around like headless chickens convinced someone had finally developed a ground based torpedo.  It was Mortis who put a stop to the chaos by slamming his hand down hard onto a table and screaming at the top of his lungs...

"STOP!  NOW SOMEONE COME HERE NOW AND TELL ME WHAT THIS MORONIC MUMBLING IS ALL ABOUT!!"

Several minutes later, Druids and situation back under control, Mortis smiled as he watched the black clad figure clinging to a black motorcycle hurtling along at speeds terrifying to most normal people.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favourite little yum yums, Charon Death."

Charon started easing up off the throttle several miles before she reached the castle, she began to change the gears back up, slowing the bike gradually rather than braking.  She’d figured this out after the tenth set of brake pads.

She had very little regard or respect for any of the Druids under Mortis’ command and knocked several flying as she cruised idly through the big front gates, setting off every alarm imaginable.  She’d pushed her visor open to prevent being blinded by the sudden explosion of light and grinned as she ran over the feet of one unfortunate Druid.  She guided the bike round and parked it facing the gates, after all you never knew when you might need to make a quick get away.  She removed the crash helmet and carried it with her, she hadn't removed her gloves yet and she had no intention of doing so either, she hadn't planned on a particularly long visit.

The Druids tried to guide her to the throne room but she already knew where it was and stalked confidently to the huge doors and opened them herself leaving the Druids wondering what the hell they were supposed to do now?  She walked right up to whee Mortis was sat in his “new” human body, the stench was unmistakable and Charon almost retched.  She bought her hand up to cover her mouth and nose.

"Right you, we need to have a bit of a chat about a couple of things...”

Mortis grinned widely.

“Finally you've come to your senses and you've come to arrange our wedding!”

Charon raised an eyebrow, gulped down the urge to vomit and continued.

“Uh....no actually.  By the way, that rotting body odour is not doing you any favours, take my word for it.  No, I wanted to talk to you about Alex and Richard Arcane.”

Mortis sat back down slightly deflated and annoyed.

“You want me to add them to the wedding invite list?”

Charon looked at the ceiling, took a deep breath trying to contain her impatience and rising temper.  She let the breath out slowly.

“No.  What is their connection to Jones, you and your bloody stupid staff?!”

Mortis face was a picture, Charon watched it cycle through several different expressions none of them a particularly good omen and waited....