[August 10, 2020. 1600 GMT. Jonathon's in his reporters office, I'll let you describe it.] [Start] (And I'm curious about the description, so go ahead and set him up before anything happens) * Jonathon sits at his desk, typing away on his computer, propped up on his desk. He has a nice window office with a couple of plants in it for decoration. There's many books along the shelf on one side and a target on the other, though it seems more like a poster than anything he actually shoots at. His office is fairly neat and organized with a coat rack in the corner. * His jacket and camera are currently hanging on the rack as he still has his holster on. He's eyeing the computer screen critically. [There's a knock by the door and he hears an abrupt voice say "Courier for Jonathon Marlyne."] * Jonathon raises an eyebrow and stands up walking to the door, smiling as he opens it to see who it is. * Warlow stands behind it, holding an official looking Anglican document in her hand. She's actually wearing civies for once and looks slightly out of place in them. She's also got a bit of a smirk. "I believe you wanted this." * Jonathon blinks as he looks at her. The smile is still there but looks plastered now. "Ah Ahaha. Well, well, what a...pleasant visit! Please! Come in!" * Warlow also has a few more recent signs of battle scars, he can make out a bandage under her shirt. None of this seems to disturb her though. * Warlow walks in with a smile. "Funny thing, one of the clerical aids came to my office with this slip saying to get information on Anwyl and that it was very important to tell me about and to be careful with the document." * Jonathon keeps his eyes shut as he smiles, but an eyebrow raises. "Tell *you* about it?" * Warlow almost, almost, grins. "There was a coffee stain between 'to' and 'tell me'. Looks like it may have knocked out an important word. But I can't imagine what it could have been." I have no idea either. Strange how these things work out. So as long as you're here...have a seat. * Warlow sits down and hands the document over. It's missing the black marks now. "Well, as you are so curious about the twice damned and now twice dead Anwyl, and as I discovered after a bit of questioning about myself as well, thought I'd give you the chancec to ask directly." * Warlow leans back for a moment then groans slight and rubs her side as she sits up again. * Jonathon goes back to his chair and sighs as he sits down heavily into it, rubbing his fingers through his hair. "I must say you caught me...a little unprepared, Reverend Warlow. I can hardly imagine what to say. However, if you wish, I can go over the facts as they stand..." * Warlow nods and seems to be enjoying Jonathon's unpreparedness. * Jonathon clears his throat with a cough and looks up at Warlow carefully. "Most wicked vampire of our time, you've been looking after him some time, wrote many papers on the subject, and apparently view them as the most dangerous, more so than extraplanars. Last incident was in...Latin America, am I correct? Before our experience with the tainted blood of course." * Warlow nods and keeps smiling, though it seems slightly kinder. "Not bad, and yes, all true." So.. * Jonathon leans back in his chair. "Mi-5 hasn't exactly said just yet how Lester tied into all this." He was an agent, a go-between for the various involved factions. Quite an evil creature in his own right, but not really an initiator. * Jonathon nods and types a few things on his computer. "And how does..." He snaps his head forward and, for the first time, seems to lose his composure for a second. "Bloody hell, Derk Johnson??" * Warlow raises an eyebrow. "Vampire guitarist and obnoxiously good at keeping his nose clean. What about him?" * Jonathon rubs his nose a little, eyes tightly closed. "Nothing, nothing. Job stress must be getting to me and all that. You know how it is." He replaces his usual smile. So you're certain of his being a vampire then. Do you know if he had any direct knowledge of this affair? * Warlow narrows her eyes a bit at that first bit. "Yeah, I know how it is, sometimes when we're stressed we let slip things we don't mean to." She keeps her gaze on Jonathon before a moment before continuing. "If I had any proof of that, there'd be a lot of vapid teenage girls and a werewolf in mourning tonight. But I'm working on it." If you get any information, please, let me know. I'm trying to do as thorough an article as I can... * Warlow snorts softly. "Fine, he seems to be the sort of vampire smart enough to realize the safest course in this day and age is to publicly surpress his nature. He likely gave the conspirators access or information, but had the sense to cover his tracks and avoid personal involvement." But the involvement is certainly there, you assume. * Warlow nods. "He's one of the primary stockholdes and has set up a worldwide distribution net no less. Perfect position for a frontman." Certainly does seem to fit. What would be the purpose? Aside from blood, vampires tend to crave power more than anything else. He may be pursuing a mind control scheme, he may simply wish to allow agents of his to operate anywhere in the world without drawing notice. We're certain Hemocorp freely provides blood to resource-poor vampires that ask for it. Interesting. * Warlow gives a fairly cold smile. "Glad to be of service, now is the flow of information only going to be one way, or are you going to give me the real reason for that outburst?" * Jonathon smiles slightly. "What outburst?" I am a busy woman Mr. Marlyne, and while I'm sure you're quite good at these conversational games I think we will both be best served by skipping them. * Jonathon smiles nervously and rubs the back of his head. "Well, aheh...it seems I owe a certain Mister Johnson a small, shall we say, favor..." * Warlow rolls her eyes. "Brilliant... do go on." (I can't. Log please? ^^; (Righto. ::goes to look::) On the off chance DCC feels like working. Huh, cool. (Oops, forgot ()s ) Well, I did agree to do some publicity on his next fundraising effort, shall we say? Nothing serious I believe... * Warlow frowns for a moment and then nods. "I believe those events are largely just PR. Even so, if you feel obligated to fufill your commitment, I'd advise paying close attention to prevent adverse consequences of your mistake." Indeed. It was for a good cause, I assure you... And I pray that he does not believe me...further indebted. * Warlow lightens up slightly on the frown. "Thankfully, you are a rather clever man, if you're cautious and not easily swayed by talk of debts the damage should be minimal." * Jonathon nods and opens his eyes, leaning forward a bit and steadily staring at Warlow. "It may well help achieve another objective as well. That is...unless Mi-5 was not serious about obtaining good future relations with the teke family." * Warlow looks surprised for a moment and then nods. "We are, and not just for our sake. It's certainly a worthy goal, one you are likely far better equiped to pursue than I." * Jonathon smiles at her and lets up his gaze. "Perhaps. I'll let you know how dinner goes." * Jonathon stands up before she can respond and absently speaks to her. "Is there anything else, Miss Warlow? We are both very busy people I see." * Warlow stands up. "If you have any questions not answered by the document," She then smiles slightly "Or other in my field of expertise, I'd encourage you to consult me directly." * Warlow then heads out. One second! * Warlow turns back around. "Yes?" * Jonathon runs a bit to the door and pauses, smiling nervously and rubbing the back of his head. "I..um..would appreciate it if you did not mention this to Dame Eckerd or the others. I have a reputation to uphold." * Warlow snorts. "I will not lie to my superiors, but, I don't feel the need to bring it up either." I'm not asking you to lie either, simply...discretion. * Warlow nods. "You shall have it. And if there's nothing else..." No. Thank you. * Warlow heads out, for real this time! * Jonathon bows his head slightly and gives her a smile and a wave as she leaves, then blows out a slightly relieved breath as he goes back to his desk. [End]