It was one of those slow nights. Even the Daimons were unusually quiet. She had taken to hanging out in Andros seeing who the movers and shakers were. Again, still slow, the few Apollites that had come over were nervous.

She was nursing a beer when her phone started playing "sweet Home Alabama." She got nervous looks for a pair of Apollites who scooted away as she took the call. Yeah, it was a running joke, but it was also a good way to screen the important calls.

"You rang?" She murmured in that accented voice of hers.

"You some place we can meet up?" Came the heavily accented response.

"Yeah, The Sanctuary." She replied and wondered why he was asking.

"Good, sit tight. I'm sending re-enforcements."

"What type?"

"Carvaletti..." She could have sworn he was grinning.

She damn well nearly choked on her beer, "Not Otto?"

"No. He's still making Val's life interesting."

She laughed at that, "You tagging?"

"No, I'm flashing her over with some gear. Get her set up." There was the command.

She rolled her eyes at that, "Yes, daddy, anything else?"

"No, pumpkin, you and your red-head stay out of trouble." The phone disconnected at that point. She stared at it a moment.

She knew she never told him what color Becca's hair was.