VERONA

I can see the city now, the lights glowing brightly as I angle down from high-altitude. The lights glow across the large lake. I sweep low to the lakes surface, and watch as a small Ferry glides towards me. I smirk a bit, knowing exactly how I will infiltrate this City. Within mere moments, I crash into the water, diving under it without so much a splashing sound, and my body changes swiftly, limbs and back contorting, before I gasp for breath, flailing my arms and yelling loudly. "Help! Help, please! Someone help! I'm over here, god above, help!" I cry in my heavily accented voice, and there's a light suddenly swinging across the water, landing on me, and a small bell starts ringing, a garbled voice calling over a PA that there was a 'Man in the Water'. A moment later, there's two splashes, and fast, smooth splashes as two men swim out to me.

"Are you okay?!" One asks as the pair reach me.

"I-I was in a kayak, a-and it just started sinking... I just barely got to the surface before I passed out..." I lie, and the men nod, looking at me, then they both grab one of my hands, swimming together and pulling me over as the Ferry also turns, and a rope is tossed out.

THIRD PERSON

Verona pants and gasps on the deck of the Ferry, someone draping a blanket over his shoulders and a cup of cheap coffee is pushed into his hands. People stare in shock and concern at him, having pulled him from near freezing water, and he was chattering like a cheep pair of wind up chatter-box. He watches the people just as much as they do, before there's another ringing, and he looks over to see the Docks were beside them...

Verona stumbles off the Ferry, panting faintly. He didn't need help, he didn't need a hospital. He shakes his head, clearing his thoughts and moving forward quickly. He stabilizes enough to go past the two EMTs  rushing towards the Ferry to pick him up, not knowing that he just walked by them. He sighs in relief as they vanish in the crowd, and then keeps walking, ignoring the stares of people. One can get a lot of looks, soaking wet and dressed in a Russian Special Forces uniform. And one of those looks stops him.

"Hey, you, Russian guy! Hold it right there!" A voice calls, and Verona turns his head, pausing as he sees a Chicago Police Officer.

"Uh... Hello, Officer... Dennis.... Is there a problem?"

"Yeah, we got a problem. You look like you just came out of the Lake, and you're so Russian that I doubt it's fake. Where did you come from?"

"Ferry..." Verona says, gesturing. "I am here on Vacation... My apartment is here..." He says, pulling out the paper, thankful that he had put it in a air-tight bag. He hands it to the police officer, and he looks it over.

"Huh, alright. Just... Change the clothes, you aren't in Russia anymore. People here are a bit nervous lately, if you watch the news Mr..."

"Farkas..." He says calmly and the Officer nods.

"Mr. Farkas. Your countries leaders are not very well in standing with the United States. I would suggest losing the uniform as fast as you can... Get to your apartment, and change... And Sir?" The Officer calls and Verona stops, looking back at him.

"Welcome to Chicago." He says and Verona smiles, fangs flashing, and Officer Dennis pales.

"I feel welcome already." Verona hums, then turns and walks away, leaving Dennis shaking like a leaf, paler than a white cotton bed-sheet. The Dragon-Man sighs quietly and smiles a bit more, looking at the address. It was close. "Welcome indeed~"

He gets to the first address and sighs. Upper scale place, from the looks of it. The woman worked here? He barely had time to raise his hand to the door when it opened.

"Well, hello, Soldier. You looking for something?" A railroad rod thin woman asks, smiling at Verona, and he blinks, before calmly smiling.

"Yes, I am looking for the Manager? I was told to speak with her at once. Something of great secrecy and importance?" He says, brushing some hair from out of his face, letting her look into his eyes, and looking into hers. Oh, entrancing weak humans was so easy. "May I come in, miss?"

The woman blinks herself, then smiles a little. "Sure~ Come in, come in." She says in a slightly sleepy-sounding tone. She steps aside and Verona calmly walks into the room,  and a dozen or so models all stop cold, staring at the male that had just walked in, their eyes wide in surprise. Then, one steps forward. "Welcome... What's your name?~" She asks, and Verona huffs.

"Special Agent Farkas, Secret Service, I'm here to speak with your Manager about one of your Photographers." He says, and the girl nods, blinking a bit, fluttering her eyelashes, and Verona has a sudden urge to barf.

"Ah, okay, Mr. Farkas. Come with me, I'll bring you to her." She says and leads Verona to the Manager. "Ma'am, this is Special Agent Farkas, he's with the Secret Service... Said you have some answers for him about a Photographer?..."

The Manager frowns and turns, and her eyes widen, "Oh-Y-Yes, I did have some answers. Come in, Agent Farkas... You can leave us, Sarah." She says and Sarah nods, giving Verona some definite Eye-rape before walking away. "I... I don't know who you are... but if you're Secret Service, I guess it's best it stays that way... Now, how can I help you?"

"Do you know this woman? I was told that she is employed here." Verona asks, putting a hand into his pocket, and his eyes widen. "Oh dear... ah, thank god. I have a back up." He says and pulls out his phone, which he rarely used, heart sinking. The photograph he had... it was gone.

It must have gotten lost when he shifted in the Lake...

"Ah... Yes, I know her. Is she in some kind of trouble?" The Manager asks with a frown. "I laid her off about a week ago..."

Verona's eyes flash dangerously. This woman did WHAT?! "Yes, it seems that she is a target of a kidnapping, and she has... valuable information that the Secret Service needs to know." It is imperative that she be contacted as soon as possible. If you can get her to come to your office later today, that would be much appreciated." He says, and the Manager nods slowly, eyes wide.

"Absolutely... I-I'll call her after lunch..."

"That would be best. Thank you for your time, Ma'am." He says, before turning and walking out of the office, ignoring the Models as they called out 'Wait'. He had to find her He had to find the woman who tormented him within his waking dreams. He was so close...

He hoped through heaven and hell that her Living Address was still current. He knew it was late though, and his manors told him that it would be a very asshole-ish move to ring at this time of night. He sighs, and then grunts faintly as his stomach rumbled. But it wasn't his stomach, but the stomach that was his inner beasts hunger. He had killed so many, yet never feasted on them. Never fulfilled his hunger. Never sated the lust for blood. He smirks a bit, thinking of how to sate that hunger exactly, and a place comes to mind, one that he had passed by to get to the Work Address.

A strip club.