With their turbo speed in full effect, Dracubat and Bullet arrive in Chicago in less than two hours, still with plenty of time to spare before the midnight meeting begins. The crisp air of Chicago, especially during the late night hours has left them invigorated and with clear heads; they are definitely ready for their mission. When they first arrive at the Old Theater, they are not sure where they should enter since it is dark and no signs of life appear to be inside. They quickly fly around the building once but are perplexed, however, the second time they circle, a light pops on at one of the side entrances. They ground themselves and Dracubat pushes open the heavy iron door. There is a faint light inside, but it is very dim and the air feels thick.

Bullet looks up at his master nervously. “What are we to do, Master?” he asks. “We are to wait with patience and whatever we are here for will become known very soon,” Dracubat says. As if on cue, the “voice” from the phone announces itself. “Dracubat, I see that you have arrived, and with your trusted little friend. We still have some time before the meeting begins, so please seat yourself in the front and the others will begin joining you shortly,” the Voice booms. Because the theater is empty, there is no way to tell in what direction the voice is coming from because it echoes off the walls, ceilings and floors. “Thank you. We will find seats in the front,” Dracubat says. There is no response as Dracubat and Bullet walk towards the front to find seats.