After everything that had happened, Charon had come to a startling conclusion, she needed to speak to Fein Dacor and speak to him she would whether he wanted to or not. She spent days tracking down establishments that he often frequented secretly and that is where she now stood, inside a seedy, smelly, basement type pub that could only be described as "stained".

She walked up to the bar, she could feel several pairs of eyes watching her as she went and as she reached the bar, she asked for a pepsi. The bartender stopped, turned round with a sneer on his face and was about to open his mouth when he found Charon's right hand holding tightly to his greasy hair while she bounced his head off the oak bar several times.

She let him go and pushed him away from her.

"Get me a pepsi now or I'll perform the first ever vasectomy with a biro via your throat got it?!"

He nodded warily, he even cleaned the glass and poured the pepsi carefully so it wouldn't go too fizzy and then flat. He was unsure whether he should ask her for payment or not when she pushed some notes across the wooden top. He went to grab them up but Charon kept her hand on them heavily and leaned in toward him.

"I want to know where Fein Dacor is."

He shook his head violently.

"I don't know who that is!"

Charon had a dangerous look on her face as she glared at him.

"If you don't tell me where he is, I will nail every part of your body you hold dear to this oak bar top, do we have an understanding?"

He nodded. He didn't need to say anything though because suddenly the seat next to Charon was occupied, Fein was his usual smarmy, greasy self.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit Miss Death?"

Charon looked down into her pepsi and then back at Fein.

"I'd like to volunteer myself as the next Evangelion."

Fein was clearly taken by surprise, of all the things he'd expected, those words weren't it. He looked at her carefully, a small frown on his face.

"My dear Charon, I don't think you quite understand...."

Charon cut across him.

"I haven't come to this decision lightly Fein and don't think I trust you either but I want both my children back and I want both Kizmat and Drkside to pay for their part in this."

Fein turned to look at his own drink in deep thought.

"I don't think its a good idea. You are highly emotional and unstably so at the moment, maybe take another couple of days to think about what you are about to do...."

Charon slammed her fists down hard onto the bar top, she snapped her head round to look directly at Fein.

"NO! Either you accept my offer or I make you accept!!"

Fein stared at her.

"I don't respond well to threats my dear."

He made a movement with his left hand and suddenly he was gone leaving Charon seething in anger. She picked up her empty glass and threw it across the room.

"BASTARD!"

She flew out of the bar and got in her car, what Fein didn't know was she knew exactly which bank they were about to hit next.