Lazarus Blade threw the manila folder across the room with a roar. The tall dark man in a suit by the door didn't flinch. It was not his first experience with the unpredictable werewolf. They had learnt early on to give him his orders with paper, so it didn't break when he threw it. Lazarus turned to the man.
"Bloody Banshees. Again! Let me get this right...we killed five banshees terrorizing humans and fey alike last week, now you are telling me that we have to go and kill them AGAIN!?!"
The man nodded.
"Someone went and resurrected them a couple of days ago. Turns out a few minor Fey with too much time and curiosity on their hands."
He smiled a nasty smile, two fangs gleaming in the swinging cheap light in the room Lazarus begrudgingly called an office.
"So, you go and re-kill these banshees, and find out whoever resurrected them, and dissuade them from doing so again. So, easy picking really."
Lazarus slammed a fist down on his desk, punching a giant hole in it with a !SMACK!
"I am sick and tired of your stupid orders, Peter. I joined this project to kill threats, not babysit a couple of juniors and put down something that will die in a day or two as it is. Give us a real project."
The smile disappeared from this Peters face.
"Non-negotiable Laz. Don't like it? We can put you back in that iron hell-hole."
Laz sneered and spat at the vampires feet.
"Fuck you...we'll go at midnight."
Peter turned and exited the room, heading for the exit.
"No, I think you will begin in an hour or so, don't you think?"
Five minutes after the vampire had left, Lazarus left his 'office' and slammed the door, loosing dust from above the archway. The building the Fey government had handed the Ultranumb project was in a major state of disrepair, and had more holes in it thanks to Lazarus than when they had first moved in. A two level complex, the bottom level had the head office, mess hall, recreational room, and staircase. The stairs lead up to the bedrooms and bathrooms, one for each member. Lazarus stood at the foot of the stairs and bellowed up.
"WE HAVE ANOTHER PROJECT. HOPE YOU LIKE LEFT-OVERS!"
"Bloody Banshees. Again! Let me get this right...we killed five banshees terrorizing humans and fey alike last week, now you are telling me that we have to go and kill them AGAIN!?!"
The man nodded.
"Someone went and resurrected them a couple of days ago. Turns out a few minor Fey with too much time and curiosity on their hands."
He smiled a nasty smile, two fangs gleaming in the swinging cheap light in the room Lazarus begrudgingly called an office.
"So, you go and re-kill these banshees, and find out whoever resurrected them, and dissuade them from doing so again. So, easy picking really."
Lazarus slammed a fist down on his desk, punching a giant hole in it with a !SMACK!
"I am sick and tired of your stupid orders, Peter. I joined this project to kill threats, not babysit a couple of juniors and put down something that will die in a day or two as it is. Give us a real project."
The smile disappeared from this Peters face.
"Non-negotiable Laz. Don't like it? We can put you back in that iron hell-hole."
Laz sneered and spat at the vampires feet.
"Fuck you...we'll go at midnight."
Peter turned and exited the room, heading for the exit.
"No, I think you will begin in an hour or so, don't you think?"
Five minutes after the vampire had left, Lazarus left his 'office' and slammed the door, loosing dust from above the archway. The building the Fey government had handed the Ultranumb project was in a major state of disrepair, and had more holes in it thanks to Lazarus than when they had first moved in. A two level complex, the bottom level had the head office, mess hall, recreational room, and staircase. The stairs lead up to the bedrooms and bathrooms, one for each member. Lazarus stood at the foot of the stairs and bellowed up.
"WE HAVE ANOTHER PROJECT. HOPE YOU LIKE LEFT-OVERS!"
