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Van Hellsing Detective Agency

Aimee shivered as she lay on a cot beside numerous others like her. They were all, for one reason or another, displaced, homeless, cold and hungry like she was. She had taken refuge in the Saint Anthony's Shelter for the night. They had welcomed her and fed her and she could only be thankful to them. She had never slept with so many others before. She tried to ignore the smell and the repeated coughs from most of the shelter's patrons.

She cried but she tried to keep as silent as possible. She missed being home but her mother would kill her now. Her hand went unconsciously to her belly. She caressed it even as she stifled a sob. Her mother had warned her repeatedly against Roberto but she would not listen. Roberto loved her... and he did, until the baby. Now she could not go back. Neither Roberto nor her mother would welcome her now.

She froze when she caught sight of a glittering thread from the roof. Her brows furrowed as she saw it descend on a sleeping pregnant woman. She gasped silently as she saw the thing enter the woman's belly. The woman started thrashing about but remained asleep. Aimee remained quiet even as she saw blood stain the woman's blouse.
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The Agency


Kundiman frowned even as she stared at the clock. Five minutes to five in the afternoon. It was usually the time for all of them to clock out but today was one of those happy, glorious days that they were given their salary. Sadly, the agency was a little old fashioned and so they gave out the money manually. Money didn't go directly from the agency to their bank accounts; it would go from the agency's boss to the secretary then to them. That would not have been a problem... if the boss gave out their salaries on time. The boss, who they never saw had a very cruel streak to him and Kundiman never felt it as much as she did now.

It was her weekend off and today being friday, she can't wait to get her hands on her money so she could go very, very, far away from all these people and be beautiful again. She could almost smell the beach and the coconuts and all those gloriously oiled and tanned bodies. She planned the get away for almost a month now and nothing would stand between her and new shoes, the beach and the spa.

She checked her reflection on the mirror on top of her computer monitor. She had a mirror on every available surface of her office table. She gave herself a kiss and a wink before standing up, having decided to harass the secretary again. She marched towards the end of the hallway, her black Manolos clicking with every step. She wore a white polo that was encased in a black corset like vest. The white blouse was open to show a little of her cleavage and several necklaces framed it more. Her black skirt hugged her hips like nothing else and showcased her legs beautifully.

"It's hopeless you know," a bored voice came out from behind a table partition.

"Shut up Ballog. You're just jealous because I happen to have the weekend off."

"Nothing more fun than being burned to a crisp in the beach."

Kundiman narrowed her eyes at Sara. "Having a tan is always nice you know, I promise to bring you back nothing if you'd be like that--" she cut herself off when the unmistakable sound of a bell tinkling came. There was a bell attached to the door of the boss and it signaled the secretary’s exit.

"That's the go signal!" she giggled before walking around to the secretary excitedly.

"Give me love, Markie baby," she smiled as she extended a hand for her salary.

"No go, sweetheart, the boss told me to withhold your salary until this mission is over."

Kundiman took a second to understand the man. She then turned around and faced the group. "Seth, get your lazy ass up and finish the report on that stupid vampire already so I can have my vacation!" she called out.

"Why me? I already finished my report!"

"Why you? Because you're lazy that's why." She turned to the secretary again. "He says he passed in already, now give!"

"I'm really sorry baby but I wasn’t talking about that mission, you've a new one, there's been a suspicious death in St. Anthony's Shelter--"

"I'm on it!" called out a voice behind another desk. I'll see what files I can dig up." Ri said pleasantly.

"You can't do this!" Kundiman cried. "I already reserved everything!"

"Want me to hack in and move the reservation?" Ri asked more pleasantly.

"I hate this job!" She hissed even as she took the folders given by the secretary. She went towards the group and handed them a folder each. “I just know that this is somehow illegal. Can he really withhold our salaries?” she mumbled to herself angrily. “I should have just become a kindergarten teacher like my parents wanted.”

The telephone rang and Kundiman picked it up answering with a smile on her face. “Hello, good afternoon, Vall Singan’s Dry Cleaning.” She said cheerfully.

“It’s me. I found a witness. Her name is Amelia Capagal. She’s currently staying in the St. Theresa's Shelter for teenage mothers. I’ll be guarding her tonight. Better be ready to move in tomorrow.”

“Sure you’ll get your gold Tina Turner wanna be dress by tomorrow morning. Of course, it’s promised to be ready before noon at the latest, you don’t need to worry.”

“Just be here.” The voice hang up.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for choosing Vall Singan’s Dry Cleaning, we clean out even the dirtiest of stains.” She looked at the group. “There’s a pregnant witness. We’ve to go undercover. I will not be the nun, nobody’d believe me."

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Kundiman is coming soon. :P

Sara sat on top of her desk, twirling her favourite screwdriver, Rufus, between her fingers. She rarely actually sat at her desk on the chair provided. There wasn’t any real reason; it just didn’t feel right to her up in the office so she avoided acting like she belonged there. She only had a desk because she’d whined about having nowhere to sit when she came up to visit her team-mates. Where she really belonged was down in the basement with all her beautiful shiny tools, cars, motorbikes, helicopters and even the odd armoured vehicle. She’d only emerged today to collect her pay check.

‘Nothing more fun than being burned to a crisp on the beach,’ she piped up as Kundiman bragged about having the weekend off and then poked her tongue at the other woman when she threatened to return without a present. Sara couldn’t help but giggle at the look on Kundiman’s face when Marcus told her they had a new mission.

‘Oh, Kundiman, you don’t hate it here,’ she reassured the linguist as she took her copy of the folder. ‘You only think you do.’ She used her screwdriver to flick through the file, her nose slowly crinkling and her free hand gradually hugging her stomach tighter as she read on. ‘Gross!’ she exclaimed when she finished reading and pushed the file across the desk and away from her as if it bore some kind of horrible disease. ‘That poor woman.’ Suddenly a thought struck her.

‘Hey, St. Anthony’s is across town isn’t it? Can we take the helicopter?’ she asked, fully aware that it would be just as fast to take the van, and probably more fuel efficient. ‘You guys never let me take Bungie out to play.’

{OOC – Bungie’s the chopper, by the way.}

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Seth grabbed the folder and sighed inwardly.
'Just as I was about to take my break, too.'
He realised he hadn't been doing anything anyway so shut up. Opening the folder slowly he raised an eyebrow at the gruesome pictures before him.
'So it's a pregnant woman just torn right open without any witnesses or evidence of what did it? Greeeaaat, another biology nightmare... Well, if there's anywhere you're going to have a large supply of cheap victims i'd definately go for a homeless shelter. Reckon the lass was targeted or just picked at random?'
He fiddled with a scalpel quietly. He always had one with him, for some reason. The amount of times it had come in handy though, he couldn't count.
He looked at Sara curiously for a second.
'Good idea. Just make sure I get a sick bag if we do...'
Seth cringed at the thought of flying over the city and went to sit down and read through the files fully before they set out.

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Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here.
If You Have Already Abandoned Hope, Please Disregard This Signature.

"Jealous?" Ballog asked out loud when Kundiman had spoken to him, purposely speaking when she turned to speak to Sara. "Why should I be jealous of you getting the weekend off? That just means less time listening to you rant on and on about pointless things."

The black haired man was currently sitting behind a table, HIS table. On top of it was an inactive laptop just waiting to be used for one reason or another. Like Kundiman he was waiting for the clock to strike five so that he could leave and go on with his own life outside their little agency. But of course, something just had to come up that cut in to Kundiman's weekend off. 'Great, just when I thought I wouldn't have to listen to her for a day or two,' he though, mentally rolling his eyes as he took his copy of the folder.

He quickly read through the details of the new mission, barely showing any emotion as he read about the death of an unborn child. But if someone looked closely enough they would have seen the slight twitch of his eye. Once he was done reading through the entire folder, he tossed it onto the table and let out a heavy sigh. "There goes my quiet weekend."

Mark smiled at Kundi's antics. "You know, you're real cute when you get flustered," he told her as he handed her the folders. He was relieved, to say the least. The boss had forgotten to send the paychecks again, so he had made up a line about not getting paid till after the mission. Hopefully, by then the checks would arrive, and he wouldn't have to deal with a bunch of angry employees treating him like garbage.

"St. Anthony's is currently being used as a shelter for pregnant women who are either homeless or come from situations of domestic violence. Because of the nature of the incident, we have reason to believe that the perp will attack St. Anthony's again if left on the street. Sam should go to examine the corpse, and bring friend with you. The rest of us are going to do our share of research. For most of you, that means check your connections, see if anything new is going down. I will be doing internet research to see what we might be dealing with."

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Stark approached the door of a building, looking around he sighed. A Hunter's society in a modern area... not like what the world used to be, but then again, he had spent much of his time in the Vatican, and not among the 'modern' people.

"A hunting agency here, the Inquisition has sent me to another strange place, I'd prefer the church, but I guess I'll have to set up here. Brother Antony, we enter now." Stark knocked on the door, waited a few seconds, and decided he didn't want to wait, his impatience caused him to break the door down. He looked about the room at the people with his piercing eyes.

"I am Inquisitor Stark Brightglory, I am the one of the warriors of the Inquisition that has been ordered to join your humble hunters group. You should have been informed of my arrival by whomever you have as a superior. May my example bring forth greater exploits of heroism and bring the forth destruction of our enemies with divine power."

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Credit to Valentine for sig

Noelle was late, as usual. She looked at her watch with her latest sample stuffed under her shoulder. "Damn!" she exclaimed, dodging a few passers by as she ducked into the office from the back door.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late, I got given this skull" she said as she presented the bag which had been tucked under her arm, "so, what did I miss?" She sat down on the desk and placed a half decomposed skull on the table, it's major parts still in place.

Seth lazily leaned back in his chair and smiled as Noelle arrived.
'Oh hey. Not much, just that we're not getting payed until we find something that apparently ripped a young pregnant teenager open. By the way, can I ask you so-'

His question was stopped as there was a loud knock on the door.
'I'll get that.'
Wandering over to the door slowly, he just about put his hand on the door handle when it was kicked open in his face. Stumbling back clutching his head he glared slightly, but his expression was replaced with confusion as a tall middle aged man wearing a full set of Medieval armour stepped through the door.
'What the sodding hell!?'

He shook the look of confusion away and squared up to the 'Inquisitor'.
'Hey man, don't kick our damn door open! In case you hadn't realised, that's not exactly low profile!' He reached a hand up and felt the bruise coming up on his head and frowned.
'And plus that really hurt! A lot!'
Seth shook his head to clear the dizziness away slightly before collapsing.

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Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here.
If You Have Already Abandoned Hope, Please Disregard This Signature.

Noelle left the skull on the desk, bending over to Seth and checking him over, "dude, really now you had to kick the door open," she said as she picked some smelling salts from her pocket in an attempt to wake him up. She looked up at the rest of the group with a smile on her face, "hey, this case sounds right up my street, mind if I actually join in with this case a little more than the last?" She started thinking, something ripping a pregnant teenager open, that's weird and messed up, I wonder what it could be.

Ballog was just getting ready to leave to make contact with his... contacts, when a knock on the door was heard. Seth got up to answer it only to be smacked in the face by the door when it suddenly flew open, obviously caused by the man on the other side of the doorway.

The man looked around the room as though examining them and introduced himself as an inquisitor. At that introduction, Ballog raised an eyebrow. "An inquisitor?" He asked out loud, looking at the rest of his workmates as though asking a silent question before returning his attention to the newcomer. "How is an inquisitor supposed to help us?" he scoffed. "You gonna walk up to the creature and ask why it's killing unborn children?"

"And I thought we were a weird enough bunch then this guy comes along," he muttered quietly enough to only be heard by those close to him. He stood up, picked up his laptop, and put it in a backpack.

"Unless any of you have anything to say to me then I'm off to do the usual," he announced in his usual monotone, 'the usual' meaning to get in touch with his contacts. "You know what to do if you need me. But please, don't need me." He squeezed past the inquisitor and made his way down the street casually but was inwardly wondering what they needed an inquisitor for.