Olivia's mind gave a satisfying pop as it fitted the pieces together. The man standing before her was a murderer, THE murderer. Cheshire Park. A dangerous man. But why the phone calls? He was establishing a connection, a liason with the Dark Lantern front. But why her? He must have wanted someone to support his claim to the company. The thoughts gurgled up and replaced shock causing her eyes to shrink and surprise to fade from her face.

"Interesting…" She took a moment of calculating thought. A new leader now…no more subtle farces that have nothing to do with being a werewolf. Time to show where her loyalties lied. She turned and saluted Raymond Frost. "Your orders, sir?"

Tapping his fingers against the armrest, Ray closed his eyes to ponder the question. The faint sound of a clock ticking down the hallway could be heard. It was still light outside and a little cold. Olivia's cooperation wasn't expected to be so easy. The question was pleasing to his ears. He opened his eyes. "Find me four of the best members from our organization. I'd like to demonstrate a few things before we get down to business."

"At once, of course." She smiled. "I think I have just the four in mind." Her mind blinking with the names of four subordinates. Going through lists of goons. Not him, but him or him…ect…

"Spare no extra second." He said.

Olivia snapped around and took for the door, leaving him standing there, staring distantly, watching after her. She made straight for the limousine. The chauffer had his hand ready to gesture her into the car, as if it were a necessary step. She pushed her way past him, ruffling the ridiculous suit he was wearing.

Her hand went for the cellphone in her purse. It flipped open promptly, too afraid to disobey. Her fingers played with the buttons for a moment before she pressed the cellphone against the side of her head. The dial tone played like the allegro first movement of what would be…if nothing else a bloody composition.

"Ambrose? Shut the hell up and focus, Ambrose. Do exactly what I say. Have Emory Dawes, Lance Berkenheardt, Dagny Rooks and Virgil meet at the Bennett Manse in half an hour. Tell them I don't give a shit about rush hour traffic, police cars or rampaging zoo animals; I expect them to be here in thirty minutes. And yes, there are animals loose. Dangerous ones. I just found out."

Olivia snapped the phone closed and looked back up at the manse with a smile.

Her mind went over her cross-section for Frost. Dawes was a hulk, benching a company best and most likely world record of seven hundred pounds. Berkenheardt was a sluth fully equipped with stealth and a keen penetrating cognition. Which made up for the fact that he was rather scrawny. Dagny was a femme fatale and a close friend of Olivia's. Dagny had speed to a fine practice. And Virgil…Poor insane Virgil. Not even Dawes could control Virgil with a leash and a whip, once he had been set to destruction.

Olivia had her basics covered, whatever happened from this moment on, would make an interesting day.