Sean heard bloods voice on the radio. He looked up at the purge commander he was stood next to. "Well that's me done. Good luck you fucking goons" and with that he raced back to the chopper he had arrived in. He nodded to blood then saw silver. "Hey Alaska you gonna introduce me to your friend here" he said winking at blood

Silver followed along behind him. She took this time to actually looked at him. He dwarfed her definitely, well, when she is in this form. From what he told her, they were somewhat alike. They were a mix mash of things that really shouldn't be put together.

Silver took a seat in the helicopter. She looked around inside, not really being in one before. She shook herself, trying to stay focused. "I came from Yamada. I was made in their labs and raised there." Silver nodded. "And yes, it defiantly did have something to do with my other form..." She looked down at her lap, hesitating. She never really talked to anyone before, not like this. Talking kind of wore her out, but she had to tell him what she could. "I am a vampire, werewolf hybrid. That is why I look like this and that. I guess they wanted to make a super being. Something more powerful than a vampire or werewolf... Anyways, they did a lot to me. They used silver and crosses and holy water... It burned so bad..." She stared at the floor for a while, reminiscing on those moments. Silver then snapped back. "I am wild. They called it feral. I have to be locked up or I would destroy. That is why they brought me to this city. They wanted me to kill and wreak destruction..."

Silver looked up at the new person and growled.

"Anyways where we're we? I'm sorry you had to witness that. It's very strict protocol now a days." Katya said letting her red hair hang free after removing her helmwt

Adam turned as a Mithias walked in to the room. He knew that he was here for a certain reason.

@Kurai Assassin@2b3heart

Blood sat in the pilots seat with a clank, beginning lift off proceedure while listening to Silver. He briefly acknowledged York "Her name is Silver, and unless you want her to fuck you up it's best not to agitate her."

He nodded slowly once she was done speaking and spoke "Interesting..it certainly worked. You put cracks into my helmet, takes a lot of power to do that. And as for this feral bullshit, it's just that, bullshit. I'm one of the most un-stable people you'll ever meet and you don't see me locked up in a cage or murdering everything in sight."

"As for the torture...been there, done that. Kind of clichè if you think about it...never really understood the torture bit of experimination..although it would probably be fun to do to the next Purge or Orginization member I see.." He trailed off before quickly remembering what he was doing, with a whir the rotors and blades spun up "Annd we got lift off people!" Scarlet shouted, exited. She liked flying, a lot. Almost as much as aiding Blood in killing...almost.

"Chopper 77Z en-route to base, ETA 30 minutes." Blood spoken into comms for any hangar personnel to hear. Flicking comm input off once more he resumed conversation with Silver "So...this Yamada Corporation..tell me more about them. I haven't really taken time to read all the files we have on known orginizations yet."

Hank & Tony

Hank sat in a wooden chair in his old Hunting cabin, it was the closest he and Tony had to a safe house. He sat cautiously with his back to the wall, the dead mans rifle on the table in front of him. Tony walked into the front door of the cabin with some grocery bags in hand. "I know you being a vampire and all you don't really eat or drink, but I brought...." He turned around to see Hank holding the rifle to Tony.

Hank lowered the rifle. "Sorry, I didn't know it was you." Hank put the rifle back down on the table and sat down in the same spot.

Tony figured now was as good a time as any to finish his sentence. "Pie, I got pie." hank wasn't listening, he was too busy looking around, like something was coming. "Hank?" He looked over somewhat confused to Tony. "You alright man?"

Hank just smiled, it seemed forced but he smiled. "I'm fine, I've been through worse. I'll recover." He looked at the rifle again, then checked the door out.

Tony grabbed Hank's personal long range Radio. "Hey Hank? I'ma go... borrow this. You mind?" Hank shrugged. "...Okay then." Tony went outside with the radio and started to check the list of contacts, someone had to know enough about Hank's last few years to help explain this. Something triggered him, Tony had to find out what he's been doing.

Silver shrugged at the question. "I'm sorry, but I don't know that much about them. But I have seen the name a lot. I've seen it on the medical equipment they use on me. Maybe something with medicine? All i really know is that they have a lot of money." She leaned back into the seat, covering her ears from the noisy rotors.

Mithias gave a long look through his "borrowed" shades at Adam. To the elder vampire, Mithias looked like lowlife shit. His cheap, stolen clothing was torn, stained with blood, and he had done absolutely nothing to his hair. And swords? Really? Even if he had any skill to add to his vampiric strength and speed, couldn't a vampire of any class have more modern equipment? Something explosive at least. Regardless of his apparent lack of pride, there was a worthy, regal aire about him. His stature, and he way he stood perfectly still... he couldn't have been that old to still be caught playing the dirt with humans, nor could he be that smart for having been here at Freelancer. What was to be made of him?

Mithias found this tale of The UK being secretly run by vampires highly intriguing, for in fact, he knew who those vampires were, personally. The part about them framing the Purge could have been true, possibly, but Mithias wanted to hear more.

Adam would pull a hidden smirk at Mithias. Looking like some form of aristocrat, he gave a very pridal glance then shuffled through his papers.
"Here are the real names and locations of the elite members within the Vampire Council in the United Kingdom. They are planning something big. This attack was just the start." Adam said, constantly checking his watch. "Also, do we have a rough estimate on how many wounded and dead from the initial attack?"

@Legion-114

The Epsilon AI appeared on the table next to Theta "Deaths are around 300+ per city. Wounded rate is still climbing" the AI turned to Ford "I Hope i was not interrupting anything Agent Florida"

The black bmw glided down the street, music blasting as she sped past several civilians. Chantelle sang along,following the gps on her phone.
(Short post just woke up)

The media attention was staggering. Within what had previously been the bunker's mess hall, a podium had been raised. It was flanked on each side by five Purge warriors. Tall figures armoured in plate mail, each bearing the burning ankh that symbolized the Purge. They held in their hands the trademark longswords used by the Purge, pointed straight down at the ground. No further security could be seen, although several warriors guarded each entrance to the bunker. It would be nigh impossible for a vampire to infiltrate the conference, as infrared scanners were used to measure the body heat of those who entered.

After about ten minutes, a figure stepped up onto the podium. Completely hidden under a white cloak and headdress, the figure was without a doubt the legendary Pope of Flames. Dozens of ribbons flowed down from his sleeves and headdress, dragging along the ground. A burning ankh hung around his neck, carved from dark wood. A series of beads woven into his clothing clicked together as he walked, the faint clacking causing a strange silence to fall over the room. There were no visible eye slits, indicating that the Pope of blind. However, he seemed to move with grace and ease nonetheless.

Coming to a standstill atop the podium, the Pope addressed the gathered reporters. His voice was deep and strong, clearly male. It had the a kind of reverence, each word sounding like it was taken from some holy text. "You have gathered here today to hear my words, and as such, I shall give you them. The Purge has often been at odds with the government, our goals clashing with the laws of this country. But as the vampire threat has grown, and SOLDIER has fallen, such opinions have been discarded." He holds out his arms, as if attempting to embrace the crowd standing before him. "We have survived a time of great tribulation, a period of darkness that will forever be remembered in history. The day when the night threatened to overtake the day, and mankind stood on the brink of extinction. And then the day when we rallied together, setting aside petty differences to overcome the evil among us. Many good men and women were lost...." He pauses for a moment, as if in respect. "But upon their sacrifices are built the futures of their children."

"However!" He raises his voice, before continuing in his solemn, hushed manner. "The darkness is not yet at end. We won the war, and we have pushed back the night. And yet, the sun threatens to set once more. Vampires still walk among us, feeding on humans, herding them like cattle. Those who survived through stealth or cunning, and once more rebuild their foul breed. They are weak, but they are not harmless." He looks around the room, and even without eye slits, all those present would feel his gaze upon them. "These creatures nip at our heels, as their forces amass once more. How long is it before they step out of their forests and caves once more, when once more they rally under one banner? Can we truly stand atop the corpses of our brethren, and allow their sacrifice to be in vain?"

Under his headgear, the Pope smiled. The crowd was enraptured, listening to every word. Many had lost loved ones in the Night Wars, as entire cities had been slaughtered. He knew he could play on their hate. "We have spoken to your government, and as we did before, we will rally as one. We have gathered our warriors, and we have gathered our allies. As SOLDIER falls, the Purge will rise to the challenge, and take it's place to safeguard you from these creatures. More than that, we will end their threat, permanently. These creatures may no longer live among us! We will Purge them from our ranks. In one week's time, we embark on a vampire Genocide."

A silence followed this statement, as the meaning of the words sank in. "I will now be accepting questions."

A torrent of questions immediately flared up, the reporter's instincts latently kicking in. The Pope would calmly answer them, even as he was displayed across the country. Even as government money flooded into his account. Even as hundreds joined his cause, as he used the leftover rage to increase his own power. Soon, the genocide would begin.

Ford just nodded. "Your fine Epsilon, you're doing more then I am in this room." Ford stepped aside and let the meeting continue. He turned off the Microphone on his helmet and whispered. "Theta? Start cross checking shipment records from the last two months with a list of people that have access to funds to do something like this. Check for false identities and government officials of any country, we can assume that they are in a higher setup so remove potential weapon smugglers."

Ford kept acting like he was still staying quiet and listening to the meeting. "One more thing, keep our tracking off the books. Project Freelancer may try to take this guy alive, someone who does something like this isn't getting that luxury." Theta was hesitant. "Are... you going to kill them?" Ford didn't respond at first. "Yes, Yes I am Theta."

Chantelle pulled up and jumped out ofthe car, shapeshifting into her raven form and flying onto a wall. The red eyed raven stared down at the conference,listening intently.
" this guy is serious about fucking us up. "
Her pure royal blood boiled as she began to get fustrated. The vampires needed to join together, fight against this purge, but everyone was prentending to be dead or dead...

Again, looking at his watch he was working out the time when the first set of patients began entering the hospitals and began to use the Yamada blood stocks. He had to keep his internal celebration silent. Soon an army of pseudo-vampires will be made into sleeper agents, not knowing that their blood burns with that of Adam's and all he had to do was command them. But first, he needed all other obstacles out of the way, including those old men who dare to call themselves leaders of the vampire race. He will have them removed, in a bloody war between the humans and them. Then he will unlock a weapon that even they dare not open.

Adam then came out of his trance, happy that they information that he had given them was indeed genuine, all the data on every official. He was also kind enough to list any known abilities than each had.

"I trust that this information I've given will aid you the extermination of the Vampire Elders? Our Chairman is already on a jet to England to give the same information to those Peacekeepers known as HIVE I believe, the ones who bombarded the cities and quarantined them."

The Epsilon AI went right up close to Adam *Mr O'Neal we are solely focused on bringing down the Purge until we get more proof of this matter we can assume it to be False*

Adam would stand up, straightening his tie and putting his sunglasses on.
"Well seining as in short the British Government IS Purge, you can't kill one without the other, perhaps some real saviours of humanity will do something." He remarked as he began to take his leave.

Chantelle flew back down to her car and turned back into her vampire form, growling as she punch her car. The alarms went off and her car was dented and she sighed,unlocking it and sitting on the bonnet.
"Seriously, we would of won the first time if half of my kind wasnt stupid."

Flashback. The war. She was sat in a massive building, on a table with other high vampires. Talking strategy. When a young, just turned vampire ran in covered in blood. Cackling because he had been on a killing spree. Chantelle groaned, looking atthe other high vampires.
"We won't win with idiots likethis."
Flashback over.

Epsilon moved to block the door "Wait, Perhaps there is some merit to your words. we will send an Agent to investigate"

@PuRe DaRkNeSs
One of the Crusaders by the door glanced over as the shapeshifting chantelle flew by. He wasn't fast enough to catch the transformation itself, but it was enough for him to check with infrared, the results confirming that she was biologically dead. This was proof enough for the Crusader, who drew his sword and communicated silently to his allies.

"There's a demon at the north entrance. Spontaneous appearance. I believe it not to be a sireling, potentially an Oldblood. Moving in with a squad of three, requesting immediate allocation of a Purifier."

[confirmed, a purifier has been dispatched to your location. Attempt to contain the demon, do not engage.]

The Crusader nods, before he and two others walked forwards to Chantelle's position. He wielded sword and shield in typical Crusader fashion, the shield covered in crosses to burn any vampire that touched it. Behind him were two similarly armoured figures, each of which held a weapon similar in shape to a flamethrower. The Baptizer was designed to shoot a mist of holy water at vampires to weaken them and suppress their supernatural abilities, allowing the Purge to kill them in melee.

Chantelle would have precious little time to react as the Purge moved in, attempting to surround her position and spray her with the holy water. Furthermore, a Purge war machine was incoming to the location. One of the many weapons designed by the Purge science division to rip through the vampire armies in the Night Wars.