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Mark chuckled. "A kid after my own heart." Checking his watch, he added, "We'll have to hurry through there, as VP of PR, I'm not supposed to be involved in weapons, but I've got a few friends in Security." Beginning to walk down the glass-walled hallway, Mark continued, "We've got some interesting pieces, quite artistic, if you ask me. Plus all the practice weapons. If you're charming enough, you might get to play with them if Todd's on duty. Nice guy..." Mark continued talking throughout the rather long walk, chit-chatting about random topics. He seemed to enjoy the sound of his own voice.

A secretary handed Suihou a memo, then returned to her desk without a word. Her face was set in a grim mask.

The note read:
Dear Miss Kurisagi,
Please come to my office immediately. I need to speak with you on a matter of some urgency and importance.
Regards, Brian Sullivan

Mark stopped talking, but a hesitancy in the air indicated that he had asked a question: "So do you think you want to work for Malgrand Enterprises?"

"Come in." called Brian. To himself, he added, "Demons that be, it's good to be able to speak again." Louder, "Shut the door behind you."

"Well, you'd be surprised how many people we have doing freelance work. Not that I'm expecting you to work here, you don't really seem like the type. You're too..." he paused, searching for the word.

"Yes. I'm pleased with your level of commitment to our little company, and, quite frankly, believe you display a level of competence far beyond anything any of us expected. Your years... your peers... Exceeded them all." Standing and walking around his desk to offer her a chair, he continued, "Such dedication deserves a reward."

Walking in, Angel looked around at them frowning instantly. Placing his hands on his hips he asked," What's going on in here?"

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"Malgrand Industries dedicates itself to serving customers in their most delicate matters. Sometimes these matters involve illegal methods, because the client always comes first. Everything else is only secondary. Do you understand that?" Brian was clearly speaking carefully, having introduced the carrot of the CEO position, he intended to corrupt her as much as he could before leaving.

"Well, think about it later. Here we are. Hey, Charlie. No, no problems. Just showing Issai here around. He's... well, it's complicated. But do you mind showing him a few of the weapons R&D's sent down?" Upon approval, Mark continued on to the back room, behind the guards at the table.

The weapons room was a fighter's dream. Dozens of different weapons, ranging from tiny daggers that gleamed iridescent with poison, to huge scythes, all were neatly arranged on the walls, tables, and shelves, well-cared-for and all labelled with the name of the weapon and what type of demon it was effective for. A whole tray of wooden stakes was the most accessible in the room. Mark shifted his weight, clearly out of his element, while Chuck watched Issai with hawk eyes.

"Most of all, agents that may impede our abilities to provide services to our customers must be taken out." The phone rang, and Brian excused himself to take it. Smiling with his new plan, he continued as if he had meant to say this all along, "For you to show me that you have what I need to see, you first go down to the lobby where a vampire is waiting. Kill him." ordered Brian. He was tense, although his manner was serene: it was this stage which was the most delicate, and he had rushed it in order to catch this opportunity.