Brandon looked at Spade.

"Well I can't answer the door that would look a bit weird, it ain't my 'ouse is it?!"

Spade sighed and looked at Moebius.

"Can't you answer it?"

Moebius raised an eyebrow.

"Don't you think Chane might start asking awkward questions if I answer the door to Charon's house?"

Darkspade muttered under his breath.

"I hate Chane, he's a greasy mother...."

The sentence trailed off as he trudged up the stairs and closed the basement door behind him. Moebius and Brandon watched him on the monitor. Spade cracked the door open slightly and stared at Chane with one eye, he kept one large boot right behind the door so Chane couldn't barge it open. Spade glared at him.

"What the hell do you want? Charon isn't available at the moment, I'm just checking on the house and then I'm off so hurry up!"

Chane frowned and began yakking...