Yi's silent figure stole through the night, flitting from shadowed alleyway to open neon-lit streets and back into the cover of darkness. The bright lights flickering off her sleek black trenchcoat accented a certain tangible hostility within the young woman making her way through the myriad of men and women whose nighttime activities took them to the notorious red-light district of Wanchai, Lockhart Road.
      "Hey baby, wanna play a little game? I think the Americans call it, Spin the Bottle."
      Dark eyes flashed towards the drunken voice briefly, and a clearly visible snarl of distaste upon the ragabash's features answered the man. "Go fuck a rusted sewer pipe," she growled out heavily, resisting the urge to pelt the man's forehead with the shined obsidian pebble in her closed palm. She paused with a moment's thought. "On second thought, don't. There's enough shit down there not needing your dirty dick poking around in it." Her sharp rebuke barely phased the man with alcohol literally bouncing off his tongue. "Yeah well go eat shit you bitch! Your mouth's not clean enough for this meat," retorted the drunkard as he accompanied insult with an emphasizing pelvic thrust. The words only fell upon the shadows, as Yi had already disappeared further down the sultry road.

      Turning down a path blackened by stifling dark, Yi concentrated once more on the pebble in her hand, feeling its pull. She waited quietly as an inner feeling, a warmth in her palm unlike the hot night's suffocating humidity, tugged her in a seemingly random direction. Her lungs were struggling; the air in Hong Kong was worse than she had remembered - or perhaps she'd just been spoiled by the clearer mountain air back in St. Claire. The ragabash mentally kicked herself for not being up to par on her own homelands. She would be at a disadvantage if she showed herself to be uncomfortable in any way. Yi walked past a couple of junkies, dark eyes meeting hollowed ones as she barely turned her head to note the stoned appearance of the druggies. No sigh escaped her. Her steps took her quietly down an alley that was lit only by two lights above doors on either side. Off to one side of the right wall was a pair of men standing alertly. Sunglasses adorned their shadow cut figures, even though it was plainly illogical to be wearing the dark shades at this time of night. Yi narrowed her eyes, ducking into the shadows for a moment to decide her next course of action. Finally she approached, slowly and with a determined posture that undoubtedly spoke of confidence. The dark shaded glasses turned towards her, the eyebrows behind them lifting a fraction.
      "What do you want?" The question was rumbled out in a husky tone, even if there was a twinge of discomfort within it. It could have been the black shirt and jacket the left man was wearing, even in the heat of the night. Yi tilted her chin up to regard the minion, using her gaze to penetrate beyond the sunglasses. "I want Cheung." The right man's brow scrunched inward, a hand reaching into his jacket.
      "I know he's expecting me, along with Mr. Lai." Yi's palm radiated heat onto the rock inside her hand, kept on the verges of tension and relaxation. I should've brought protection, came the ever black humoured inner voice inside the newmoon. The two men looked at the young woman with caution written behind their sunglasses, before one of them opened the door and twitched his head in the direction of the sparsely lit interior. The man on the right reached to pat her down, and did so in a very professional manner. With a nod to his companion, the woman was ushered inside with a grunt.

      Yi sniffed as she entered, the scents of cigarettes, sweat and sex all intermingling with a wafting smell of rancid take-out creating a pungent odor. The stonework was barely able to make out as she strode through the short corridor. Low voices reached her ears, and she continued on towards their origin. Music eventually filled in, concealing the topic from her. A crack of light coming from underneath a hardy wooden door indicated she'd reached her intended room. Her hand came up, pressing the rock to her forehead with a light touch as she prayerfully thanked it in a hushed whisper before slipping the stone into her pocket. Then, with a deep breath, Yi reached out and knocked on the wooden door.

      "We know that she's back, but no one's seen her since she left the shipyard. It's hard enough keeping track of all our targets Ken. Wei told us she hadn't agreed to the offer." Calloused fingertips met together in a pyramid, the tough hands of a youthful man reflected by his tough eyes. "I know what he told us Andy. She probably already knows what we're doing with the shipyard, and that Hanna's gone. And likely, she's furious with me." A smile replaced the tough youth's features as he inclined his head away from the pacing man before him. Ken Cheung looked towards the gun beside his leg on the red cushioned sofa. He was indeed ready for any problems that would arise. Andy continued to pace, mumbling quietly to himself until three sharp raps startled him out of his trance. He quickly dabbed away the sweat beading on his face and he reached for the doorknob, turning and stepping instinctively into a position where his body would be away from any lines of fire. Ken glanced towards the open entrance, and his smile grew wider as he spied who had requested entrance.
      "Ken. Andy."
      "Yi. Good to see you. Thought we had lost you to the western half of the globe there." The girl stepped inside confidently, keeping her comments to herself. Andy moved away from the door once it clicked shut, locking it up and stepping over to the side of a seat at the long table. The galliard remained standing, watching Yi with cautious dark eyes and a twitch of his hand to brush off the grey suit he wore. Ken stood and met her halfway as Yi approached, his polite manuever not echoed in smirking eyes. "So, now that you're back, what've you got for us?" The newmoon suppressed an urge to punch the haughty ahroun in his smiling teeth. Her answer rounded the question with her own.
      "Where's Hanna?"
      "Hanna?" Andy's hand slipped into his jacket pocket as he echoed the name - a reflexive movement of his. Yi's eyes blazed quietly behind an opaque, brown curtain of patience. The newmoon and ahroun faced each other, their staredown beginning. "She's gone, Yi. Disappeared a we--"
      "A week ago, I know. But you know something that the others don't. Where is she, Ken?"
      "I don't know, Yi. I haven't seen her since she came from KowKoi." Her dark gaze narrowed dangerously, though Yi's stare remained unbroken. "I don't believe you just lied to me like that." The edge in her tone carried an icy feel.
      "No, I'm not lying," argued Ken, turning away from the stare and returning to his seat. "I haven't seen her since she came over. The last I'd heard, she was headed for Golden Wave since they have some good noodles there." The Gnawer newmoon straightened even more than she had once Andy reached into his pocket, but now her body was stock still as Ken gave his information freely. Something, she knew, was not right. But it wasn't the ahroun's answer. That much was true. Yi turned, in barely a blink of an eye her form blurred upwards and forward as she leapt at Andy. The galliard shouted with surprise, eyes widening as he stumbled back only to find himself trapped between the wall and an angry newmoon in a stronger, glabro form. "Where is she, Andy?" Yi's eyes burned like lasers as she stared directly into the strucken galliard's eyes. Andy's arm came up to grip at the glabro girl's wrists, pulling helplessly in an attempt to loosen the grip on his windpipe. "I... can't breathe..." Yi growled lowly, her lightened brown eyes flaring as she loosened her grip, only to grab the galliard's arms and pin them against the walls. "Where is she!?" she demanded a second time, impatience and threat coupling in her hiss of a voice.
      "She's... Hanna's..."
      A click stopped the answer, as Yi turned her head to look at the ahroun. The silvery glint of his pistol shined brightly amidst the dim lightning in the room. Ken's smile was pleasant, his chuckle indicating humour at the situation. The dark circle of the barrel, however, was all business. "Let him go, Yi. He doesn't know where she is either." Lips lifted to reveal pointed teeth at the ahroun, as Yi's snarl of displeasure and withheld rage reverberated throughout the air. Ken lifted the gun so that the end pointed towards the ragabash's head. "A bullet to the head will kill you, Garou or not. Let him go." Brown eyes tinged in amber stared through slits, before the newmoon released the galliard. Andy scrambled with his pocket before extracting his weapon of choice, a small pistol of his own. Yi now faced the black end of a PPK pointed at her as well. Angry as she was, there was no way out of this one. She backed off, her form melting away to a more human appearance. Her threatening gaze didn't wane in its intensity though, as she faced the two young men and their weapons. "If you kill me, the sept will find out. And then your ass will be hung up like the chickens on roast."
      Ken let go a hearty laugh, shaking his head at the ragabash with an incredulous look in his eyes. "Yi, you've really gotten yourself a kill-all attitude since we last talked, eh? Looks like you'll have to relearn what it means to be one of us." The ahroun's vague hint at some inner circle passed over his tongue like smooth oil. "Hanna's gone, and none of us knows where she's disappeared to. If you're going to find her, then I suggest you look for her where I told you she was heading. Golden Wave. You know Kai. Maybe he knows something we don't." The ahroun shrugged, though the gun in his hand still pointed its way towards the newmoon. Tension ran through the young girl, rushing like the energy of her moon pouring through her veins. She turned, slowly, and walked towards the door.
      "If I find out you were behind this, Ken, you will be begging for a silver bullet in your head."
      A final glare set at Andy cause the galliard's grip to tighten on his small pistol, unreleased until the ragabash's footsteps faded off into the night.