Moonlight in California
Decemuirum Condita roughly translates from latin as "Keepers of Foundation"
Anthony Antonacci entered his office on the 30th floor of his high-rise office after instructing his assistant that he not be bothered until tomorrow morning. Sitting at his desk and switching the magnetic lock to his door before checking his e-mails. He had promised Caitlin that he would look up what he could on this demon in her club. Hooking a finger under his tie he loosened it while he read and deleted most everything in his inbox. "The single most destructive weapon in human history, the personal computer."
The office was well appointed with leather sofas and chairs, a high class office to be sure. The amazing part was several pieces of artwork especially the original Master DaVinci work he had behind glass. There were even two fridges, one for blood and another for human beverages. It was a large comfortable office with special windows that kept one of the vampiric nature to keep from exploding into flame. And of course he could request almost anything from the company gophers to make himself more comfortable.
"So much for that and now onto the real business at hand." he said to himself. He stood and went to the other door past his bathroom and entered the code. Beyond was his "coffin" and clothes closets and then went to his special elevator and pressed the button. The doors opened and he stepped inside, they closed and began to head down. There were no buttons it went to two floors only, his office and Foundation.
From penthouse office to two floors below the bottom of the parking garage at approximatly fifty miles an hour. The floor above was Decemuirum's parking garage housing all of their needs. The floor he was exiting into was the operations center and armoury. Going lower was barracks, holding cells, the Foundation chambers, and finally the archives which got larger every year. He spoke to no one, as only three people were on duty and they were busy watching their computers.
Taking a seat behind his other desk he logged in and began to enter search parameters. It wouldn't take long to narrow down the list and have a couple things to keep the demon away from her and her friends. "Neil, when team four finishes in Mexico have them recall and make sure Father John is ready for what I'll be sending them in a little while." He frowned there were fifty possible matches for what it could be, he would need more information to get a good match. "At least I might have a place to start looking." he marked the house of fog on his map and expanded the radius he would check tonight.
Then e-mailed everything nicely to team four and stood to head upstairs. He would take some time to sleep and then get up review some briefs and entertain Caitlin. He also planned on checking on Caitlin's policeman and his woes with Jobs and Family Services. Family court wasn't his forte, but couldn't hurt to take a closer look. Going back into the elevator and waited for the doors to close, Halloween was shaping up to be kinda fun.
Foundation wasn't as old as many people thought it was, not like the head of the Decemuirum Condita. He was born in December 1469, thirteen years after the great Leonardo. And of course since he was still around made his other birthday in 1499, a sacrifice to buy his mentors passage from Milan to Venice. On that fateful night he became two things, a Antonacci and a vampire. He barely recalled his original surname or much about his life before, except learning from Master DaVinci.
It wasn't until a great many years later that Robin Weeks and her friends created Foundation and bound all the creatures of the night to it. It was inevitable considering all that had happened to the humans. And know since her support made him the head of the Decemuirum Condita, he owed her several favors. And since she decided to use several on Caitlin, he was powerless to refuse them. And since the Antonacci family gave him access to more than enough money to make several of those favors reality.
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