Once the other female had left, Katarina slumped back in her chair and eyed the clock on the mantel. It was nearing three in the morning, and sunrise was scheduled for just before five. Ezserbet would only have time for a cat nap, although Katarina was not against packing the old Tzimisce in her crate and taking her home that way. It would make for less awkward silences in the plane.

Alexi Petarenko swept into the room, one of the least useful members of her pack. He was insufferably vain, more so than the usual Lesombra, and had a huge entourage of ghouls back in Moscow to make sure every hair was just so. He had pouted terribly on being told he could not bring any of them, as there was no room on the jet for every vampire to bring a ghoul. Katarina had three, and they'd brought two others to keep the rest of the pack groomed. Sergei, of course, had no need of any assistance. Not that it would have helped - he was rather plain, although the weight of his presence often made one forget his features. She looked up at Alexi, who seemed to preen without visibly moving.

"All is quiet, Archbishop. The Camarilla will not find us tonight."

"Good." She thought for a moment. "And the airport is not being watched?"

"No, Archbishop."

"Alert the pack - we are leaving immediately. I do not want to give that Tory Prince time to reason out where we will go."