Hunter Inc.

[Purplez]

Price heard her phone go off and picked it up. Reading the message quite quickly, she holstered her gun and sprinted towards the meeting place. She crossed the scene of the claw marks and was imediately repulsed by the scent that lingered on them. "Oh my god, what the hell is this horrible smell?! Reminds me of that one case in down town New York when I was a Commander..." she mumbled to herself. Then the smell of the crushed heart came to her nose. She plugged it with her fingers and uttered a whole dictionary of vulgar words. Once in the meeting room she felt a migraine start to come onto her. "Oh just fine and dandy," she said, her voice being off tone due to her plugged nose, "Something finally gathered enough guts to scrape the walls and leave a bloody heart on the freakin floor." Price looked about her and noted that 3 of her superiors were here. She looked over at Jack and looked away. She didn't care for a man like him. Especially with the demon Rinn that, at times, possessed his body. Not that she really cared for demons themselves.
"So, what has anyone gotten from the marks other than the fact the smell of Hell's hounds and quite grossly smelling demons along with the very gruesome parts of a heart that smell like something out of a demons stomach and a werewolves gym sock? No offense to any other demons and werewolves in the room, by the way." Price had a good sniffer but never as good as a werewolves. She can typically tell if it's a demon, werewolf, or vampire. She's more of a 'tell-the-race-by-the-way-the-bodies-disfigured' kind of person. Not the smell-every-gross-smell-every-race-can-smell-like-to-find-the-killer' kinda person.

[Gothpuppy95]

Damien was walking around constantly looking up and down from his paper trying to find the address that strange man gave him. Mr. Grimm. He kept walking on and then he felt the weight of his bag weighing down on him. He then just sat where he was on the side of the street. He pulled his sunglasses off and looked around the light was annoying. Darkness was his favored time. After about five minutes he pulled out the cane and started walking again. The wolfs head felt almost as if the cane had been made for him. He returned the darkened lenses to his eyes and walked further. He found a place where the building should be but it sounded like all kinds of alarms were going off. He just shrugged and started walking inside the building. It was rather eloquent.

[MysT3CH]

Realizing that simply standing around and discussing the issue at hand was doing little but wasting valuable time, Christian began to make his way towards the a hallways further back within the HQ. After getting a few steps away from the group, the General then stopped and shot Drake a brief yet sure glance. One accompanied by the slightest nods, a clear indicator to Deadgrave that Cross knew what had to be done. Without hesitation, Christian continued to shift his glance from his superior to Mickey. Nudging his head his head at Jack, he responded to his previous question.

"His better half." With a gentle and suggestive smile, Cross then looked towards Jack entirely. Despite the fact that he still spoke to Mickey, who he was sure would get his implied joke about Jack's possession. " Time to get to work mate." He redirected his words towards the crowd in general. "Jack, Price, if you would, with me please." As he finished, Cross showed his back to the group, then went on to take long, quick-paced strides deeper into the base. His mind focused upon reaching the armory as he did.

Keeping his hands firmly within his pockets as he went, Christian shot a glance at a few of the recruits that had been scatter throughout the base, each almost equally unsure of what everything had meant. It was only after he had made a series of turns into hallways and approached a large vault door, that he finally stood still. Immediately recognizing him, one of the two guards, average sized men adorned in swat-like tactical gear, briefly saluted him. As Cross greeted him with a nod and smile, his associate unlocked and opened the vault door. However, rather than the usual shelves, cases and stockades of weapons, gear and accessories one would expect to see appear, there was only a secondary door of steel to the vault door's rear. Placing his hand and eye upon and before the two scanners embedded within the door, Cross watched with disinterest as the six inch thick steel block slid away, vanishing into the wall to it's left as it did. Glancing back for the first time, as Christian then sighed and stepped into the armory, immediately heading to the wall to its rear. "Gear up."

[Jack Rinner]

Jacks eyes grew wide at Cross's comment. Noticing Mickey smirking along with him he passed by Mick, whispering in his decayed ear. "You laugh again and I'll shoot your bird." Gradually walking away not waiting for a response. Rinn quickly followed behind, her steps hardly making noise. Jack made sure to keep Price between him and cross, for fear of accidently pulling his pistol out and putting a round in his head. Jack also didn't mind the "nice view" that Price so graciously gave, watching as her swords gently swayed in mimic to her hips.

When they reached the armory, Jack saw a nice leather duster hanging beside a group of new SWAT type uniforms. He picked it up and put it on. Covering his shoulder holsters that lay over his gray muscle shirt. Swapping out his magazines for 20 round extended versions and placing the old ones in his inside pockets, As well as a couple other spares. Picking up an ancient katana that was laying in a glass box, "nah! I prefer guns." He muttered to himself as he gently placed it back in the box. Noticing an old, dusty Ithica M37 shotgun laying beside some RPG's. Jack picked it up and gave a good look over. "Hmm five shot twelve gauge pump action. Plus one in the tube." He spun it around testing the weight when he noticed some engraving on the barrel. "Sarah?" What a curious name to call a shotgun. Either way, he loaded it up with Silver buckshot and slung it over his shoulder. Waiting for the others to load up as well.

[Purplez]

Price nodded, following after Cross and taking note that Jack purposely made it so she was between the two. She took the matter at hand and focused on that. Someone had the balls to intrude into her work place along with placing a bloody heart on the floor which was gruesomely splattered all over the hallway. Once she entered the armory, she immediately grabbed her sniper rifle, "Oh how I missed this masterpiece of machinery." she said. Price glanced over at Jack as he picked up and put down the katana, "Hey, that is a very fine piece of sword. Its in need of a blacksmith that could sharpen it though." She set the rifle down and put on a bullet-proof vest, knowing it could provide more protection against claws than normally everyday wear.

"So, Cross. What are you thinking about this? The claw marks are clearly a mixed bred race of demon and werewolf, maybe something even worse." she said, "But whoever did this had balls." She grabbed her sniper rifle, grabbed enough rounds for her to shoot continuously for 2 and a half hours. Price pulled out her pistol and loaded it as well. She didn't want to take any chances, even if she had her katana's with her. She just hoped that she got to exercise her swords again.

[Skieth]

Once his people arrived they did just as expected. All them were initially worried about the attack after it's their job to. He saw Argon try and slip away to do something information wise. "Argon I suggest you get back over right now. I know the vampire of which you speak." He took his phone out of his pocket showing the message of one in the hospital with a strange cut that could only have come from his shadow blades. Then he put it back and looked him right in the eye. "I think you may have forgotten your place. In case you forgot you are a recruit; you don't have the power to attack another creature unless a superior has given you an order. Which last I checked was me saying all other missions are off until I or Mr.Grim say so. Now I suggest you follow your team mates. Do I make myself clear?" he said holstering his sword on his back. Drake grew up a hunter he didn't need a recruit getting killed for personal vengeance. "This is why I don't trained not to have such useless a feature as emotion. It only gets in the way." he thought to himself.

Drake gave a nod to Cross to allow him to armor up the hunters. He then followed everyone to the armory Pandora was already on his back. She was all he needed to get the job done. She was fast and sharp that's all he needed. Guns required ammo and time to reload. All he had to do was swing and they were dead. Even if he lost Pandora he still had his hands and those were trained to kill just as good. He saw the new recruit Damien walking through the halls. Drake wasn't the kind of person that eased you into hell you were shoved in head first. "Damien Vale get over here and join your group in the armory. Mr.Grim invited you here but I'm your leader what I say is law no questions asked. If I see you as one who will get us killed, I'll kill you myself before anyone on my squad gets hurt." He grunted. After that it was just waiting he slipped his glove off a bit. He glared at the burn marks from his therapy again seeing the black charred skin for a brief second, before slipping it back on. All he did was look up at the cameras knowing Mr.Grim was watching. "Time to see what your personal monster can do." he said squeezing his fist before cracking his knuckles.

[Gothpuppy95]

I guess Mr. Grimm told him who i was. "Sir," Snapping a small salute he headed the way that Drake just come from. By luck he was just two corners from the armory. He noticed people were milling around. He walked in and nodded at a couple of them. He acted like he wasn't stunned at the amount of weaponry was in there. He found one body armor suit left he decided it wouldn't be good if he shifted in that. He looked around he loved his sword but he was impressed by the weaponry. It seemed like there was everything from antique looking gladius to modern .20 caliber rifles. He then looked around and asked "What's going on?"

[MysT3CH]

Questions. Cross was plagued by them. An unfortunate side effect of being the superior to most of the self-proclaimed 'hunters' in Grim's employ. Standing in the armory now fully outfitted in his customized body gear, save for the helmet, Christian turned to face the small group originally to his rear. Locking the mechanized sheath for his sword into position diagonally upon his back with his gear, he let his grey eyes rest upon Price. Giving her a look that was friendly albeit fierce, he then sighed and went on to answer her question.

"To be blunt.." He paused, almost as if for effect. "..this has less to do with us than it does with Grim." He had stepped forward, ready to continue as he moved towards the door with his helmet clutched within his grasps before he suddenly stopped. Interrupted by the late arrival of yet another apparently oblivious recruit. A thesis which was only confirmed the second Cross heard yet another question come through.

"What's going on?" Christian had to admit, he had arrived in a sour mood. He had felt bad for Em, wanted to help her. Due to that, the thought of having just left her had haunted him the entire drive through. But here now, his patience had worn thin. They had just been attacked. Not only had the alarms going off been a clear indicator that something was wrong, but they had written protocols with which all personnel were expected to follow through. He didn't have time to instruct every rookie he came across on what to do, nor brief them on the situation at hand. That was what Grim paid his commanders to do. Thus, Cross simply stepped around him and made his way towards the hall, muttering a brief "We have a job to do" as he passed the recruit, hoping the he'd be smart enough to put together two and two. Without looking back at Price, he then waited until he and his group, Jack, price and himself, turned the corner then continued.

"As I was saying, something took it upon itself to make a point of challenging Drake publicly. However, why leave it on the HQ's door step, effectively marking the whole organization for death, if your only after one man? Whatever did this, only challenged Drake cause he's Grim's right hand man. Which is why I now get the feeling that Grim may have founded this 'little' organization of ours with a bit more than just hunting monsters in mind." Cross paused, he knew that Grim was always listening, so he took care to choose his next words wisely as he lead the others towards the Garage. "That's why I picked the two of you, and only you." He unlocked a door blocking the Garage in a similar manor as he did the Armory door. "Your going to help me figure this mess out."

[Gothpuppy95]

"Hey Captain Dumbass. I only got here for the first time ever about 2 minutes ago. Mind filling me in on exactly what is going on, and why the hell the alarms are going off?" He had dealt with plenty of idiots in his life as well as those who abuse authority. Being given a brush off pissed him off. He didnt know much about Captain Dumbass. "Grimm told me to come here yesterday." "Drake is he the one who told me to come here and find you." He gripped the head of the cane so hard that the ear moved and released accidentally the blade within. May the night forever guard the dawn He took this creed to say that in the night he would protect the waking world.

[Jack Rinner]

"You are my new best friend!" Jack said to the new recruit ad he walked over and wrapped his arm over his shoulders. "I'm Jack, this is Rinn" he said pointing to Rinn as she was busy playing with SWAT helmets. "And that is General Cross-dresser ahem- I mean Cross." Jack smirked. Rinn formed into smoke and reformed behind the new guy, leaning on his shoulder. "Cross is a bit mean, but he's a good guy. Jack hates him, but he still respects him." Rinn said softly to him.

Jack walked along with Damien and gave him a brief summary of what happened as they followed cross to the garage. "So Cross, where exactly are we planning to look first?" Jack scratched his head. "I've got an informant who knows a couple lycan clubs around the east end. Plus he make a kickass White Russian."