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Alighting on an abandoned street corner Erebus folded his wings tightly beneath his leather overcoat and pulled open the door of the phone booth, stepping inside of the red metal door before closing it behind him. The payphone inside was of the generic variety, a metal box with protruding squared off keys and a black phone hung on a cradle attached to a long metal chord.
A small sticker posted above the coin acceptor read ‘insert coins before operating’; local: 0.80 Euros. Long Distance: 2:68 Euros.
“Curse the modern insistence on worshiping the dollar!” He hissed, plunging a gloved hand into one pocket and fishing around for a moment before pulling out a handful of coins and inserting them into the acceptor before removing the phone from the cradle and dialing in the desire number.
This time he was put through directly to Kharon.
“Did you find something, Erebus?”
“Yes, I did, because of them.” He reported, leaning against one of the windowed walls. “The last surviving Thyone is now dead, but I failed to act quiet time to stop him from opening his mouth. They know about us, now, and about Mother.”
“And why didn’t you report this to me sooner?”
“This was my soonest opportunity, brother; I had to feed in order to force my wounds to heal faster after Lane ran me over with their car.” Erebus drawled thinly. “We should get rid of them quickly, before they can get it into their heads to share what they know.”
“The order for disposal has already been sent out; they’ll receive their final mission tomorrow. Head to the Cairngorm Mountains with your Apelat and wait for them in the forest there.”
“It would be my pleasure to oversee their final curtain call! Anything specific that I need to keep in mind?”
“The consequences of their being any survivors; don’t screw this up!” The line went dead abruptly as Kharon flung the phone back down onto its receiver. Alone with the beeping tone of disconnection ringing hollowly in his ears Erebus laughed.
“There won’t even be a single shard of bone left behind once I’m through with them ‘Deceiver’. Never you worry.”
Hanging the black phone back on its hook shaped cradle and exiting the phone booth, the Dhampir Lord stretched his wings once more to their full span before rising into the frigid dawn.