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Logan sat back in his seat, getting a bit more comfortable. "I won't be staying long, I have my own place that has all my things, and yes, Blythe is a Templar, another big secret organization in Europe." Logan replied boredly.
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"Whatever you have to do, now, if you will excuse me, I got to go. I will call you later about some more details about Blythe... If I can." Logan said, as he got up from the chair, and walked toward the door. He stopped mid strafe, "Anything else?" Logan asked.
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"Of course," Logan said. With that, he opened the door and left. As he walked to his Challenger, Logan didn't really worry about his problems. He felt... Good, for the longest time, he finally forgot about the issues and problems and life. Logan got into his car and drove down Raymond's driveway. As he left his place, he thought about eating out for once.

 

He chose a random restaurant in downtown D.C, it wasn't quite fancy, but it seemed quite popular for college students since the College was about a block down from it. Logan pulled up and got a quite a few stares, especially from the group of college girls that were talking in front of the door to the restaurant. As he entered, the whole restaurant was in total chaos. It seemed there was a party going on of some sort.

 

As Logan walked through the restaurant, the party came to a stand still. He felt the intense stares of the college students, and finally Logan reached the counter. He ordered, and sat down in one of the empty tables. Soon after he sat down , the party continued. Logan hated the music, and everyone was either really drunk, or really loud. After about 5 minutes of agony of the college students, his food finally left the kitchen, and arrived at his table. Logan thanked the waitress and looked at his food. A specially cooked Cesar Salad, with a cold glass of beer.

 

As Logan began to eat, the group of college girls nosily came in and started to drink. Not even 5 minutes later, the girls approached Logan. "Is that your car?" One of the girls asked. Logan set down his fork and looked up, "Yes, it's my car." Logan answered vaguely. The rest of the girls left while she sat down next to Logan. "I'm Sabrina, what's your name?" She asked, it was quite weird that she was so friendly, "I'm Logan," He replied, again vaguely.

 

She smiled as she scooted closer, the chair squeaking as she did. "So... what brings you here?" She asked, the tone in her voice was... weird. Logan gestured toward his food, "So, why is it your talking to me?" Logan asked. She looked confused at the question. Logan turned around to look at his car again, and figured out why. "Ah, I see." He said, as he finished the last of the food. He put down the payment, and an extra 100 dollars for a tip. It seemed that the waitress needed it.

 

Logan walked out, and Sabrina walked after him. "It's not what you think!" She said, as Logan opened the door to the Challenger. "Sure it is," He said, as he got in and drove off toward the apartment. He smiled as he pulled up and parked the car again. However, he felt tired. Logan quickly climbed into the apartment.

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Blythe was waiting for Logan when he got back to the apartment. She sat on the sofa in the same leather outfit as before, only it was dirty, covered in mud and bloodstains. Her makeup had smudged on her face, and she had many gashes and cuts, including a small scar on her cheek. Her hair was messy and wild, and she looked rather exhausted. "Hello Logan... too many Demons in D.C.

 

Once Victoria got home, her personal assistant from the modelling agent was waiting for her, he looked pale white and she sat by him "Carlos? what's wrong?" She said worryingly.

"Viki i am so sorry... Your father... he died this morning." He said a tear in his eye.

"No... no this is some kind of joke he... he can't be dead!!! No... oh... you are telling the truth aren't you? No...No no no! NO!" Victoria cried collapsing onto the floor in a crying state. Carlos comforted her for a while, but he had to leave. And she sat alone, her face blank, tears rolling down her cheeks.

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