[b]Vates[/b] 
Rather than following Mr.Winters down, Vates decided to wait awhile and watched from his roof as his guest left the area. Their little meeting could have went south rather easily for Mr. Winters was a man he knew to have a bad temper, and whilst he chose to cautiously avoid the subject, he thought he might a have a kage. [b][i]“Edward…”[/b][/i] Janus whispered and before Vates could reply a vision ensued:

[indent][i]A large gathering stood around an old bank. Two people, a boy and a girl, whom looked familiar (from other visions maybe?) talked to some guards. Golden Mercenaries. The vision blurred for a moment before coming back and he could see them all heading into a vault. The vision changed then and he found himself watching two men speaking on a rooftop, shaking hands. He watched as one began to suck something out from the other, but he couldn’t really understand what he saw. Before seeing how that played out his vision changed again and he found himself looking into a dark and bare lair, void of life.[/i][/indent] 

“Wow Janus, did you actually just give us a useful vision? I’m impressed.” Vates joked as he shook off the brief dizziness. He knew the bank he saw and now knew where he could find the mercenaries. The men on the rooftop meant little to him, but he’d be sure to avoid either of them if he could. The lair however was somewhere he recognised after thinking upon it… it belonged to Iktomi and he had clearly moved on. “Looks like he’s spinning his webs somewhere else” Vates muttered. 

[b][i]“Then I am I to assume we will be heading elsewhere?”[/b][/i] asked Janus, ignoring the barb about the visions. 

“Correct. I wouldn’t see Iktomi now anyway. If he’s giving out my location then he can’t care very much about my wellbeing. If he doesn’t care about my wellbeing then he probably doesn’t think I’m any use to him. And if he doesn’t think I’m any use to him then…” Vates furrowed his brow in frustration for a moment, “No. Instead I might as well head to the Golden Mercenaries and see what’s going on first hand. If I think they might stand a chance then I might even be able to help them.” 

At that Vates finally left his sanctuary and felt a horrible twinge in his stomach when he realised he might not get a chance to come back. His worries weren’t so much with leaving the comfort of his apartment, but rather at leaving Marley, the boy turned beast he felt indebted to. There was nothing he could do for him now however. 

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Chief marched along the narrow street and he towered over the remnants of his gang. Some had not come back from hunting Vates, but most simply came back empty handed. Those that came back empty handed were not by his side now, although the remains of some filled his belly. His devouring left him even stronger and larger and he now stood at a whooping 7ft6. He wore no shirt, just a layer of wiry black hair and heavy scars. His black cargo pants had been roughly hewn together from multiple sets of trousers; they had to given his monstrous size. His boots were made of metal, crushed and bent into shape by his own powerful hands. “How much further?” he demanded with a strong voice, although it now seemed to have permanently adopted a slight metallic ring to it. 

“If those refugees were right then we’re not far off. About another half an hour of walking.” replied Luca, his tattoo-laden second-in-command. Luca paused a few seconds after speaking and looked up at one of the overshadowing buildings. On the roof stood a mysterious woman in sleek black armour with a rifle on her back, watching the gang passively. “Shit, someone’s watching us!” he hissed as he tried to point her out. However by the time he or the others looked back up she had gone. 

“Could be the Golden Mercenaries have look-outs. Not that it matters, I’m sure they’ll accept us with open arms…” Chief smirked, “Or else I’ll rip their arms off.” It was hardly the wittiest remark but the gang laughed along anyway, knowing better than to risk piss off their leader. Luca was surprised at the decision to join the Mercs and couldn’t help but wonder if Chief would willingly take orders from someone else. Then again it would only be for a short while, for Chief already made it clear that as soon as they were finished breaking the military that the Mercs would be just as much of an enemy.