About a mile down the road, Rev turned into an alley. A triumphant smile causing her fangs to show, unbuttoning her jacket Rev pulled out the paper. She scanned over the page quickly, picking things out bit by bit. There wasn't much to go on. Hardly anything for that matter, in the end all of it led nowhere. Snarling, Rev crumbled up the paper into a ball and dropped it on the ground. She had no idea where Thrax would strike next. She was pursing him blind. She would have to keep her ears open to anything abnormal. This was her body, and she would be damned if the pleasure of taking it down was stolen from her.

Hearing the sound of sirens from the direction of the library, Rev took off at a run. It was getting dangerous, spending this much time in a body. Rev only spent a couple days in her victims. And that was it, and most of the time she in hiding, taking everything down using hired thugs, and dealing the death blow herself. With an angry sigh, Rev made her way to the nearest club. She would deal with Thrax along the way, right now she needed to wrangle up some germs to get the party started. And the only place one could accomplish such a thing, was a club. Where the all the baddies went to play. Such knowledge was well known to every virus. It was as if their thoughts were wired that way. Wired to lead and kill. While germs were wired to serve and act as pawns.

Seeing a club up ahead, Rev picked up her pace. Her strides slow, calculated and prideful, as it always was. As she entered, the thud of music assaulted her. "Well you can bump and grind, it is good for your mind. Well you can twist and shout, let it all hang out. But you won't fool the Children of the Revolution."

This club was a nice change of pace, not as much rap when it came to the music. More of a droning, a slow pulsing beat. Almost like, dare she think it, sex? Slow at first. Smirking at the thought, Rev eyed the bigger tables. Almost instantly finding the head honchos. The table furthest away from the speakers, closer to the bar, without any hesitation Rev walked forward. Taking notice of the germ in charge without a hint of difficulty, hands out fingers splayed on the edge of the table, she leaned forward. "Hello there darlings, now who is il capo?"

The germs stared. "Il capa what?" Rolling her eyes, Rev leaned back, her wrist spikes slipping into view. Absentmindedly she picked at the residue of black putty on the tip. "Your boss, your head, your chief, your superior ya'll are too stupid, to run even the smallest adrenaline job."

The boss shot up from his seat. "Why you little bit…!" Rev nailed him right in the jaw, grabbed his hair and held her spike just under his chin. "Ah ah, now let's not lose our heads here!"

Looking at the rest of the germs, she smiled, her fangs glittering in the strobe lights. "Now listen, all of you. You work for me now. Any microbes you have assigned to another virus, you call back. Or I pop this guy full of my ma's stew surprise." As she said this a small drop of putty landed on the boss's hand. It sizzled and burned, causing a single blood boil. When it popped, the boss started screaming. Kicking the disgusting slim ball back into his designated chair, Rev continued smiling, looking like a shark. "Now do I make myself clear? Or shall I take a volunteer from the audience, and show ya'll what happens when you disobey me?"

Taking a seat, Rev eyed them all. "Now let's get down to business, shall we?"

The germs listened intently, their eyes daunted with fear. 'Good', Rev thought with a smirk 'fear the ultimate drive, what will make this little operation work.' One of the germs finally gathered the balls to ask her a question when the meeting had come to an end. "So are you working under Thrax?"

The question was a huge mistake on the germ's part. Within a second he was nothing more than a boiling, screaming, grease spot on the floor. Rev snarled, her eyes wild. Glaring her cronies, she snarled. "Another thing, I work with no other virus, especially Thrax. Now if ya'll see anyone that is associated with that dipshit…Kill em! And if you see that red skinned son of a tumor, leave him to me. You kill him without my say so, and, well I don't need to tell you. Now tomorrow, ya'll will start and assault on the skin cells, I'm talking uncontrollable bleeding from the pores. No lacerations. The lungs will come in at the last part that will be the killing blow. Now get going, we'll meet again in the morning." With that, Rev made her way over to the bar. She needed and adrenaline shot now.

Across, on the other side of the bar, a pair of yellowed eyes watched the meeting. A confident smirk lit up the eyes. Causing them to hold a devilish sheen, the little lady didn't like him that much at all. Thrax had to admit, he was impressed she survived his claw. As Rev walked, he could see a long black line adoring his abdomen, where he had sliced her. 'Smart move baby' he thought, taking another shot he took in her whole body, allowing himself to appreciate her curves, mm she had quite the body.

His eyes fixed themselves on her ass, as she leaned forward and ordered her drink. Rev took a seat, brushing her fingers through her spiked hair, removing it from captivity, setting it free shaking out her spikes. Thrax smiled and leaned forward, what he would give to actually touch her, and not just to beat her senseless? But to enjoy her as a male should enjoy a female. A deep chuckle started up in Thrax's chest at the thought. 'Hmm what if I proposed we worked together? I could easily kill her once she proved worthless. Before the symptoms of her poison could do enough damage to take credit for his work.' Slowly he got up; yes he would talk with her, gain her trust. Maybe get the chance to fully enjoy that body of hers.