Miles listened to the briefing, his expression impassive. Truth be told, he cared not about these mortal affairs... but caring never played a factor in completing his job. Not a single muscle in his betrayed his emotions, and he sat with his back ramrod straight through it all. One or two times, he glanced at the others in the room - an eclectic mix, for sure. It wasn't anything new to him, of course. After all, he'd been part of the Royal Hounds for decades, and had seen countless recruits come and go. But the sight of Legion irked him, why the Crown thought taking the demon in was a good idea baffled him. It seemed like all he did was kill indiscriminately, and Miles was suddenly reminded of the soldiers of the Underground; motivated by nothing more than their own desire for bloodshed. In his opinion, creatures like Legion should be put down, not given official permission to wreak havoc. Unfortunately, since they weren't even in the same corps, Miles had little to no say in the matter, but a quick look around, and it seemed to him like he wasn't the only one to think that way.

Soon enough, the meeting was over, and immediately, everyone was heading off to conduct their own, respective duties. A deep, rumbling voice belonging to Oni reached his ears, calling for all the Hell Hounds to congregate at a different briefing room. Miles smoothly stood up, straightened his suit jacket before making his way there. A short walk and elevator ride was all it took, and he soon found himself in a yet deeper subterranean level of the facility. The Royal Hounds Headquarters, as Miles had observed over the years, almost seemed like a living being. The hallways always remained unchanging, but at the same time, they grew - sprawling and spreading for miles underground. There were parts of the facility that remained a mystery, even to Miles. His knowledge of HQ was confined to a certain area, but for now, it was enough to get him by.

Briefing Room 1-A, said the label above the door, written in black lettering. This was where they were supposed to meet. Pushing the door open, Miles quietly slipped inside. He supposed the reason they were all here was so they could discuss the details of the mission, but really, none of them seemed eager to speak up. Of course, there were a few latecomers, but that was to be expected of humans. He found his place near the left of the room, leaning against the cool drywall, far away from Dragon. Miles knew the other's temperament all too well, and he didn't like the idea of being so close if things got heated. For now, Miles simply kept an eye on the situation. Since they were waiting for the rest of the Hell Hounds to arrive, there really was no need for conversation just yet.

Germany, He thought. This feels like some crazy Bond movie plot. Now where is the sultry vixen who will later betray me?

Rune chuckled to himself at the thought of his little joke. As the meeting wrapped up he gathered his things, put on his hooded sweatshirt and silently walked toward the door. He simply gave Tinker a slight nod to acknowledge he heard the request to meet up shortly. He quickly made his way to the exit and upon leaving the building was greeted by a cool, brisk, gust of fall air. The cold puckered his skin and chilled him slightly, so he zipped his sweater and put the hood up as continued to walk. Autumn was his favorite season and he wasn’t about to let some modern day Ilya Ivanov ruin a lovely afternoon.

Food he thought, I could really go for a bite…

He popped into his local coffee shop to grab a cup and a sandwich for the road. Back at his apartment he ate and showered; the sandwich wasn’t nearly as satisfying as he hoped but the warm coffee hit the spot after his relaxing shower. His mind kept wandering back to this science fair experiment gone wrong and the Shape-shifting creep they were targeting.

Decapitation, Silver bullet to the heart, possibly fire?...

Rune was focused more on how to subdue than kill, but one can never be too careful. He wasn’t even certain the guards that he and Striker were assigned to deal with would be human, in fact that was rather doubtful. Even if they were human, only a small semblance of their mortal soul still remained in that vessel. These thoughts and more swirled around in his brain as he grabbed a heavier coat, along with his gear bag and made his way to the door…

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” That means there is no room for mistakes today. Co-ordination will be vital and our timing must be perfect. Questions?"

Rune felt this was as good a time as any…
“So yeah, I’m down with the whole synchronized snatch and grab routine but I did have a few concerns.” He paused to form his thoughts coherently. “Are we certain he isn’t expecting us? I mean if he has any kind of a heads up we could be walking into our own freshly dug graves.”
“And assuming the apprehension goes well are we certain there won’t be any potential hiccups in terms of extraction? Which brings me to my final question and that’s where exactly are we being extracted from? A strange unidentified heli in the middle of Hesse will definitely turn some heads, and no one appreciates a flashy exit more than myself. I'd just rather not spend my evening with an unconscious mad scientist in some cow pasture in the middle of Germany"


With his usual half smile he looks around the room to ensure his point had landed, and alas he wasn’t sure, but he had made it. ”so that’s that” he said to himself as he awaited his companions’ reply. He always hated feeling like a pessimist and especially now that they have started talking about it, all he really wanted to do was get the mission over with.

Disciple had finally Finished giving one of the worst job's Ever Take the hell hounds Leftover's and Give them to the intelligence. sure Lazarus would do it. after he ripped out the hearts of the leftover's and probably disposed of them in the way he deemed fit... but the naga would probably be pissed. Good... Lazarus thought with a smirk as the black dogs and Hell-hounds began filtering out of them Room Lazarus mind was moving increasing into boredom wanting to kill someone or Something that sliver's or something that breaths and make it wither. Drunk on the thought of blood-lust Lazarus Smiled a Smile that would make a clown look like it was sad.

the smile left Lazarus's face as soon as it appeared. tomorrow Cain would be in control and Cain was way to serious and boring their was no carnage with the guy he was like a machine in his actions unfeeling unrelenting Emotionless. sometimes lazarus wished he could Kill Cain but that was a impossibility And anyways Alice deserved to die first cause she was a uptight Justice Seeking Bitch. most people in this place where.

maybe one day Lazarus would wreck this entire building burn it to the ground and cause carnage and chaos while Murdering the king/Queen minister and Rapists And every other dumb-ass on the street.

"yea ill do that" Lazarus said to himself as he eyed the naga with suspicion Red pupils intent to kill the Creature before him.

See ya later

Disciple secretly enjoyed the energy that was shown when beings jumped into action Progress. Means to her they are alive and moving, for the most part. Some of them you couldn’t really call them ’living’. Disciple was not stupid, by a long shot. And reflecting back, she snickered at some's reaction to certain other members. But she valued the fact they had some respect to respect each other, sort of. Her eye narrowed slightly at the sight of Legion. In her mind, she did not doubt the administration, but he was another matter. But she had no room to take action as long as he knew his place.

She’s been here since she was a child, some of the members she has known for a while. Other’s not so well, but that doesn’t mean they always surprised her. Though sometimes they did, which was always displayed with a cocking of her eyebrow. Clearly, not the type of woman to show her true feelings.

In her thought, her eyes were caught by Thorn (Camden) staring at her. And his expressions and gestures were mapped out quickly. She couldn’t help to think about him being arrogant, but then, aren’t they all in their own way? Of course. Her brow twitched in annoyance, but the slight corners of her mouth fought the urge to curve slightly into a smirk. Underneath her closed mouth, she licked her teeth.

I hate you.

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Office

Disciple had her time to retire for a little while, but then she was back to the grind. One could say she was always in a state of work, which it’s debatable if it was good for her health or not. The sun was deeply set and the ember shined through the windows of the building she has arrived at. There were many old things in this building: paintings, vases, cherry wood tables, and things people could live off of. She was walking down this hallway, silently admiring.

She seized her stride because there was a shadowed figure standing down a branch off corridor. Disciple remained her post, and did not seemed phased. A man stepped out from the shadows, wearing a entirely black suit. She didn’t really have room to judge, her attire was entirely black itself.

“You made the delivery promptly, I presume?” cooed the man.

“You doubt me?” Disciple replied with a closed smiled that hinted a snarl under her lips.

The man smirked and bowed to Disciple. “Not the slightest.” He straightened up, and a grin came across his face. “Don’t show your teeth to me, dog. She is waiting for you.” Disciple held her head up and walked past the man who again bowed, but his face was cocky. As she slipped by him, “Then don’t speak to me, snake.” She turned shutting the door in his face before he could reach it, and he yet, he grinned. In the room there was a older woman sitting at a beautiful desk with a teapot and some cups.

“Welcome in. So, of course you got the message and presented it to the others?” the woman smiled taking another sip of tea.

“Yes, sire.”

“Good, good. Flawless like always, make sure of that Isabella.” replied the old lady with a little chuckle. “You of course know about your role with Conrad. And you will see your members off. They of course will be traveling during dead hours. So, you might actually have to try some coffee.” “

“I don’t prefer coffee, my lady. I have tried it, but my tongue favors tea…”

The queen laughed. “You, ‘your tongue’, always so eloquent and formal. But I don’t have to give you the rundown. You know what you and your division is capable of. Don’t disappoint as always. We will be watching, naturally. And so will the others.” Disciple nodded, then bowed her head, “Yes, sire.”

Isla sighed at Mr. Tinker’s summation. In her opinion, it was better to rid the world of him and simply get what info they needed from the briefcase, but ah well. She had her orders. So she simply nodded and left the meeting room, getting a bite to eat and getting lost in one of her favorite novellas before realizing the time had passed rather quickly already. She arrived to the briefing with the other Black Dogs, taking in the sight of the blueprints, tickets, IDs and what not. It would do.

Conrad's going to be in the German town of Hesse for a conference, which is our way in. We pose as attendees and hotel staff, lose ourselves in the noise and clutter. By the time we arrive in Hesse, it'll already be dark. We need to get Conrad into a security black spot, extract him and leave no witnesses. Raven - you're with me on that. We're going in under civilian ID's to make contact with him, draw him out, then bag him.

Simple enough. If there was one thing she could be it was an actress. Just a smart one.

It was funny after so many years how that had become so simple it was boring. The only interesting part about this was the fact that he was a shape shifter. The mission almost wouldn’t be any fun unless he tried shifting. Just the thought brought a smirk to her face. And she was too busy in her thoughts of how to capture the freak to hear the silly question from Stirker. Though she did come out of it enough to hear Rune’s.

”Aren’t there always hiccups? Just deal with them and move on,” Isla said bluntly, though there wasn’t much emotion in her words. The smooth look on her face suggested they had all the time in the world to discuss if they needed to though. ”If we plan for every possible thing that could go wrong, we’ll miss our flight,” she shrugged, reaching out and taking her ticket and ID and running her fingers over it. Maria Koch. As for how they were to be extracted, she didn’t respond to that. As it was a decent question.

So intelligence it was, they had summoned him to play a chaperone for their top men? What a petty use of a god. What good was their modern science? This ability to create monsters was done long ago by his predecessor, they still could not replicate the grand alchemy the Fourth did. In fact the partner she had just assigned him would probably envy the ability to create a blank vessel for his consciousness to possess. Yet certainly they had been placed together in their mutual distrust of each other and abilities to murder the other outright. And as they filed out, like sheep and lambs to slaughter, Roshan still coiled about his throne of sand watched them go, their scents disappearing as each left.

"Elixsssserssss have I to brew..." The Basilisk-esque creature was the most interesting of the lot, perhaps he would keep it as a pet or better yet make better versions by a successful study of its origins and compositions. But the specimens were no use to Roshan dead, and His partner was a loose cannon. No better than a wild dog, barking madly and chasing without a cause was his thoughts of this being which stood before him, intent on staring him down as if he could read Roshan's stoic mask for any hints of the Naga's thoughts. A foolish little imp going against Mephistopheles himself, while it was reputed the boy before him has killed many by his hands, Roshan had killed many more by merely his Words. For as impressive as it was to be named Legion, Roshan did after all, command the legions to which, he took little regarded Legion as little more than a living tool for their aims without any patience for the fine arts of subtlety.

"Keep yoursssssself on a sssshort leasssssh..." Roshan spitefully remarked to his partner as the sands began to crumble and once again accompany him back down into his lair.

(short for the short post, not much to interact with.)

Olivia was glad when the meeting finally began—the sooner they received their orders, the sooner they could be on their way—but that small sense of contentment dissipated the moment she saw the gruesome pictures Disciple had in store for them. She watched the slides with eyes narrowed and nose scrunched in disgust. Knowing that there were people out there experimenting on supernatural beings didn't sit well with her. Servitude, even death, was better than being pried open and played with like a lab rat.

When Disciple started handing out sealed letters, she read through hers immediately, excited about receiving an official mission (prior to this, she had only been allowed to do inconsequential tasks) until she realized what they were assigned to do. Disciple's words echoed in her head, her voice as cool as ice as always. The Hell Hounds' commands were straightforward. Hesse, Germany; invade and eliminate. Uncertainty momentarily bubbled in her stomach, but she took comfort in the contents of her letter. At the very least, she would have company. Experienced, though slightly intimidating, Red could definitely guide her through the Hell Hound's protocols in the field.

As their meeting concluded, everyone was left to their own devices. Ambient noise—chairs moving, feet shuffling, indistinct discussion about this and that— started filling the room once more, but she heard Oni's deep voice cut through it all, clear and commanding. Another meeting, she thought with an involuntary roll of her eyes. She wondered why they couldn't just do it while they were all still in the same room.

Before scurrying off after the rest of the Hell Hounds, Olivia stopped just outside the conference room to relay her message to the absent Red. Her fingers moved deftly across the small screen of her smartwatch, locating Red in her contact list and typing up her messages within seconds.

Nightingale said New orders. Going to Hesse in two days. Scary, mutated supernatural experiments! Briefing in thirty minutes.

She hit send and moved along, taking the elevator down to the lower levels of the Tower. It had only been a few minutes, but she was certain the others were already there, sitting quietly, keeping to themselves until their briefing officially began. She had been a Royal Hound only a month and a few days, but there were already things she gleaned about her fellow Hell Hounds. Even if they weren't centuries-old supernatural beings who had zero social skills, they were still surly and misanthropic. Olivia couldn't imagine any of them engaging the other in small talk.

Beneath her muzzle, she felt her lips stretch out into a small smile, the thought of an ancient vampire and fairy talking about the weather amusing her. The quietness that came from the briefing room was telling, and she knew her earlier assumption had been correct. Olivia swung the door open, offering another wave in greeting. She noticed Dragon loomed by the door, as he tended to do, noticeably on edge. Even without speaking, she could imagine how he would sound now, like the warning crackling of fire moments before its flames would burst out into the sky. Wow, he really needed to relax.

Before Olivia settled down on her seat, she remembered leaving out an important detail in her report to Red and quickly amended it.

Nightingale said We're meeting in Briefing Room 1-A, by the way.

October 7th ~ Dawn Break (Two Days Later )

Disciple was well up that morning and already organizing what needed to be done. She looked at more papers that were spread out on her desk. Her fingers drummed against the wood, as she concentrated.

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Company,

Your departure will be at 12:00 a.m., the night belongs to us. I will see you off and you will be with your assigned source of transportation. You will be traveling by flight. There will be time to rest a day, but the following night you will conduct the operation. During the day, Thorn will be escorting the agent to conduct his report of the C.E.O of ‘Krieger’. This also gives you time to target in on Conrad, the warehouse, and correct any flaws in your finalized plan. Once the mission is complete, you will report back to the hidden base in Hesse. Kill the project, get Conrad alive and the briefcase.

Thorn, You will be leaving at the same port, at the same time, with your passenger. Keep a hold of him, and at noon you will be with him during the interview. Once finished, you both will also report back to the base in Hesse to resign at wait out the mission.

Both Hell Hounds, Black Dogs and Thorn, will arrive at Hesse approximately 1:45 a.m.
That is all.

They’ll be watching,

Disciple

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11:05 p.m. ~ Launching

She stood there grimly listening to the military men and women gather supplies, warm the engines, and go through the rundown to prepare of the flight of the night. There was a higher ranking officer was telling the pilots what the plan was and what was to happen. A bit of a hustle, but it was well controlled, Disciple thought. As usual, a mug of tea was closed in her hands, watching everyone work together. A soldier came up to her and asked if she needed another coat, but Disciple declined. She was comfortable enough. After the higher ranking officer was done speaking to the pilots, he walked over to Disciple, “They understand, sir. We are ready for the cargo arrival.” She nodded in reply, “Thank you.” The officer looked questionably at Disciple as if he had something else to say. Her eyes kept on him waiting for him to speak. “Sir,” he started, “How dangerous are…they?”

Disciple blinked, but showed no remark of being surprised that the officer would ask this question. She took a sip of her tea, “Very. But they will not hurt you or your team. That is not their goal. Respect them and they will respect you, officer.” The officer nodded, “Yes, sir.”

October 7th. 6AM

The kitchen was a dizzying sensory overload, the sounds and smells weeping and erupting from various pots and other cooking utilities were intoxicating. If it's one thing Rune loves more than sleep (which he had little of),or women (which he had even less of), it was his cooking. He used it to escape the monotony of the everyday, and because he never slept the night before a job he had been cooking since before dawn. The very large spread now sat on his kitchen table, a breakfast feast ready for absolutely no one but him. He sighed to himself and wondered how he was going to eat it all? No sense in calling his co workers, none of them were that close.

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***Runes tattoos began to slightly shine, one in particular on his upper arm and shoulder was going rather bright, and getting brighter still. It was a tattoo of a Fox, elegant, deadly, and sly looking. It began to protect light from itself and with a bright flash. The Fox materialised into a real living animal, this Fox was rather unique however...***


The Fox stood just under 3 and a half feet tall, wearing nothing but a tattered pair of pantaloon like bottoms, he had a small scar over his left eye. He carried with him an inscribed chute of bamboo adorned with various stones and trinkets that stood about as tall as he was. He propped the stick on the wall in the living room and started himself on the couch. Most of the breakfast food made its way out to the coffee table and Rune himself set his coffee mug on a coaster the spot next to the Fox and nodded as he walked back into the kitchen.

"Hey Kit," he said to the Fox as he went to the sink with a kettle. "Tea, as usual?"
"You got it, man." Kit replied. "So you're obviously feeling some kinda way or I wouldn't be here, what's the skinny?" "It's nothing, really" Rune replied. I'm just stressed about the job, nothing out of the ordinary or anything. I just... well, you know my history with shape shifter....."

"Wait, you got a Skinwalker?" Kits interest had seemingly been perked. "Listen dude if you want me to stick around, maybe back you up on this one tonight? Kit was fascinated with Skinwalkers, even before his supernatural conscious was scribed into Rune, Kit loved the idea of freely transforming from one form to another.

"Thanks Kit, but I got this one. Plus, the rest of the Black Dogs are running with me on this one... Quick and easy, no worries. Okay man?"
"Okay" Kit said with a sigh. So let's catch up, how are things buddy?"

Things are interesting, he thought to himself as Rune composed his thoughts. They had a lot to catch up on do he had better get started...

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October 7th 11:14PM

Rune approached the airfield entrance with his gear bag over his left shoulder. The air was crisp and the blowing wind fought the hood on his sweater. The military-esq assistance they were recovering was nice, planes being fueled and cargo loaded, the hustle and bustle almost had him forget it was nearly midnight. "Time to board" he thought to himself as he approached a rather large military transport jet. Seeing as he was the first of the Black Dogs to arrive he would board the plane and listen to some new music while he awaited his teammates. He took his seat and pulled out his headphones do he could relax before they took off. "I really hope Hesse went be a problem," he mused to himself as he sat back and relaxed.

Angelo sighed once he knew he was green with the snapping of necks. Angelo then grabbed his fake id "Markus Duggan" which to Angelo seemed so odd then his actual name but that was his name on the op. Angelo left and went to the cafeteria to grab some pizza to eat wanting to make sure he got something in his stomach so that way his stomach doesn't growl and give his position away......what it could happen and Angelo wasn't going to find out today. Angelo didn't need much but he had what he needed, if anything Angelo felt the rush of going on a new mission of adventure again. Once Angelo finished eating he went and took a quick nap.

Angelo looked at the clock and realized he was going to late if he didn't move so Angelo got his daggertail and started to use it on the roofs to make him move quicker then he would if he was running then he got to the airport and quickly got on the plane, sighing loudly once he found out he made it. Angelo then proceeded to take his seat and relax so he could wait for when the real fun would start, he also made sure to keep his daggertail hidden around his gauntlet as usual....

Isla, Raven, Maria… whatever her name was today, she arrived at the airport and got out with her bag. She locked the car out of habit, eyes hidden behind heavy dark shades despite it being night time, that covered half her face. She was dressed in what she considered casual for her. She had her hair down and straight, but slicked back away from her face. She’d gotten the message they were travelling by night, but she didn’t see a reason to arrive looking drab and depressed. She had trouble with boring unless she had to be.

When the woman boarded the plane, her eyes secretly but immediately went to the two other Black Dogs within, Rune and Striker. ”Hello boys,” she said, surprised Mr. Tinker had yet to arrive. She assumed he was on his way though. Not caring if the two responded, she sat in her seat with her bag and pulled out a book. It was a very worn, tawdry romance novel with a bookmark in the first quarter of the pages. She knew she might get some looks but she didn’t care. It was best to relax right before a mission. She’d spent the last two days rehearsing her part as an attendee to the conference before they grabbed the shapeshifter, and now it was time to make sure she wasn’t wound so tight she gave herself away.