The Meeting.

Time: 12pm.

Place: A café two blocks north

of Grand Central Station.

 

The café was busy, over flowing with life.

Sitting in a corner on his own was a young looking man, dressed in black jeans, white T-shirt, with long

black-brown hair with the odd strand of silver. He is wearing dark glasses.

On the table in front of him sat a cup of coffee, a chocolate cake, a copy of the New York Times and a

brown envelope marked with a name 'Sean'.

The man took another bite of his cake and a sip of coffee. Then he started reading his paper.

 

A shadow came over the man, he put down his paper and look up.

"Sean," said the man in a English accent, "please sit."

The man gestured for Sean to sit with him.

There was a strange look on Sean's face, a look of recognition and confusion.

"Antony?" he said in a thick Irish accent. Sitting in the chair.

"Hello again, you look, a little bit surprised."

"Err, yes I am, Antony." Sean said, "How can you be out at such an hour?"

"I often travel in the light of the sun."

"But you are a…"

"…A leech?" cut in the other man.

"…Yes, a leech?"

"Well my friend I do drink, err, wine." The man said with a smile.

Sean, still looked puzzled as to how a Vampire could be out during the day.

"Sean, this is for you." The man handed the envelope over to Sean. He got up and walked out.

Sean sat there for a couple of seconds, then he too got up a left.

Looking inside the envelope, Sean found a key to a locker in Grand Central Station. Key No.46.

 

 

Time: 1:30pm.

Place: Grand Central Station.

 

As always the station concourse was busy with people rushing in and out, or just waiting for love ones.

In the north-west side of the station was the locker area, with hundreds of lockers, numbered 0001 to 0230. The other lockers were in other parts of the station.

Sean walked through the main doors and onto the concourse. He looked around, checking if things were out of place. Nothing.

He walked slowly towards the north-west side, looking around as he went.

Sean stopped. He had noticed something, siting on a bench ten feet away was a man, reading a newspaper. Sean sniffed.

"I'm paranoid." He said under his breath.

Then he started to walk toward the lockers. Sean reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a key.

He then walked over to the locker with the number 46 on it. Put in the key.

But before he got a chance to unlock it a female voice from behind spoke out.

"Hello, Sean."

Turning around slowly, he saw 20 feet to his left Antony and about 5 feet stood Canth.

Sean, was over paranoid and before he came out. He had two bane's over looking him.

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