Hal froze when he heard that.

"...excuse me?" he asked.

"No." he said.

"I won't accept that." he told her.

He then grabbed a piece of paper, and scribbled some things on it, before handing it to her.

"Get the lab to either make you these things, or procure them in some way." he said.

"At the very least, they should help stabilize her." he reasoned.

"I DON'T want to lose her to something like that."

"I admit that is very suspect." Sharp replied.

"I'll look into it." he told her.

"For now, concern yourself with saying Anya's life." he said further.

"Seriously, just concern yourself with making sure she survives, leave the rest to me." he assured the medic.

"I take things like this VERY seriously, and I do not like it when one of my employees is harmed like this, let alone someone I consider a friend." he continued.

"With those, though, she'll be a little more stable, and her immune system will be boosted, allowing her to help you fight off the poison." he finished.

Hal watched her go, before sighing to himself.

"Hm." he mumbled, getting up and leaving the office to get some water.

"Mors aranea..." he said to himself.

"That's definitely rare and unusual." he said further, unaware someone was listening to him from a hiding place.

"..." they were silent for a moment, before they revealed themselves to be Illias. The man then quickly made his way to his dorm, and went to his book.

"And so... Hal Sharp decided that such a thing wasn't worth looking into, and as long as Anya survived and recovered, it was fine." he wrote.

About a minute after that, as Hal got a bottle of water from the cafeteria, he stopped, and sighed.

"I'm sure it was an accident... I think it's in some high-grade commercial insecticide." he reasoned, shaking his head.

"I need to keep my mind on my current issues." he sighed, before leaving the cafeteria.

Hal looked like he was going through some documents on his table when she came in and asked her question.

"....." he was silent for a moment when she asked her question.

Hollie could see the confusion in his eyes, but before she could say anything, he asked a question.

It was a question she did NOT want to hear.

And it was a question that truly showed the severity of their situation.

"...on what?" he asked her.

Hal was silent, and was taken aback by what she said and what she did.

"....I see." he replied.

"Very well." he commented.

"I cannot question your actions or your decision." he told her.

Meanwhile, in an undisclosed location somewhere, 4 individuals came together.

"You felt that?" one asked.

"We're being summoned." another replied, before they looked to one of the females.

"You got the location?" the first one asked.

"I do." she said.

The 4 of them then disappeared from where they were, and appeared at the Unit. They stepped up towards Jake, and one of them showed their badge.

"We're here to clean up a mess." was all he said.

"....." Jake was silent, before nodding, and allowing them entry. The 4 of them then stepped further into the building, before one of them tapped their foot on the floor, sending out a 'message'.

That 'message' was to Hollie, and it stated: "We are here."

"...........very well." Hal responded.

"I have no idea what you are referring to, but... I trust your judgement." he told her.

Meanwhile, the ones she was talking to nodded in response.

"Got it." they replied in unison.

"Check in every hour." another said.

"Cover EVERY inch of this building." another commented.

"And if one of us finds something, we notify the others IMMEDIATELY." they added.

Meanwhile, in the basement, Azazel and Aedan were sitting in one of the special dorms. It was special in the sense that it was designed as a mini-apartment for people that needed temporary lodgings. In this case, Azazel and Aedan's home was being repaired, as a pipe had ended up rupturing earlier that week.

Azazel, who had been watching some television, had jumped to a standing position, and was looking around.

"Oh, holy heaven, hell, and everything else." he muttered.

"Ohhhhhh boy, oh boy, oh boy..." he repeated to himself.

"This... does NOT bode well..."

Azazel continued to look around, before looking right at her.

"We're surrounded." he said.

"By... some VERY powerful mana." he told her further.

"...which can only mean one thing." he went on, before pausing a moment.

"This building's under lockdown." he said.

"Complete and utter lockdown."

"I have no idea." Azazel muttered.

"But this is strong mana." he said.

"Stronger than mine." he went on.

"Stronger than Sharp's?" Aedan asked with a bit of a smirk.

"....yes." Azazel responded.

"Yes. This IS stronger than Sharp's." he told her.

"....Hollie." Azazel said.

"It's definitely Hollie." he told her.

"This is tainted mana, so it's not Vincent." he said, before pausing.

"...and the mana feels human. Not vampiric in any way." he went on, before looking at her. "And yeah, I know the difference." he smirked.

"Regardless, this is Hollie Remmington's work." he confirmed.

"Question is... WHY?"