Charon slammed the door right into the face of Seer and she was rewarded with the sound of a nose breaking. She locked the door then ran straight to one of the windows on the landing, it was slightly elevated so she got a good view of what was happening in the driveway and watched - carefully.

She knew something wasn't right and the feeling of being manipulated on several different levels was really beginning to pick at her.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR EXACTLY?"

Charon chewed her bottom lip, a sign she was allowing her mind to mull over random thoughts and she wasn't really concentrating fully on what the demon had said.

"I'm not sure but something isn't quite right."

She watched as Seer virtually stuffed Kizmat into the back of the car.

"AFTER EVERYTHING THAT KINDRED HAS DONE YOU STILL CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO HIM?"

Distracted, she wasn't really listening as she watched the car pull away. She turned away from the window.

"One thing really bothers me. Kizmat was always proud of being Kindred, I honestly never thought he would trade the Lord of Blood for....well...you know Lord of limp wrists. Something isn't gelling and until I can work out what it is, it'll fucking bug me. I need to talk to someone at the Technocracy."