Henry "Hank" Dauterive

The last thing Henry Dauterive remembered was this FBI looking fellows standing above his crypt in his family's graveyard, He had awaken when he the door was open causing him to be alerted having a bit of a fight with them armed with a shovel. Needless to say he had lost the fight when he was knocked out by something and awaken next in a black car, Handcuffed and being lead into a room where he was then seated and told wait for the boss to arrive.

He did not know what that meant so for the time being he would have to wait, Shaking the handcuffs around his wrist form the window he could see a large vulture watching him.

@KatherinWinter@The Jest@EurmalEye@HumanMusic @AllHollowsEve@knifeman

Billy

"Hey, agent Griffin, how about you come with us with Agent Argo in search for the required items? i think we will cover more ground that way since agent Cal and Ruby already decided to go after the zombie while Agent Sorra and Azeal has a little competition of their own." Billy said with a friendly tone.

"I supposed it's up to you, being a werewolf, you're pretty versatile in this type of situation. You can overpowered the zombie enhance strength or sniff out the required items with your enhance sense of smell."

@KatherinWinter

“Ah.” Agent Talia A. LeCroix emerged from the relatively cabin of a BoSA-chartered jet. Before her, at the foot of the fold-down steps from the aircraft, the tarmac of a government-access runway, and the span of airfields of Dulles International lay before her in the bright morning sunlight. Relieved to be on the ground, she drew in a deep, pleasured breath of fresh air, and slid a heavily tinted pair of sunglasses over her eyes. Lugging her single carry-on item, a small, weekend bag, she descended the steps onto the runway, approaching a peculiarly gaunt looking driver standing by a non-descript black Buick.

She nodded, hesitantly, at the man, who she noticed was holding a sign with her last name boldly written across it. Important enough for the jet; not enough for the escort. She might have expressed disdain with the lack of a welcome from the Bureau, but she knew better; whatever the upper-management was looking to do, it was something they were trying to keep on the downlow… such was the nature of the Bureau. It never would have made sense for an agency established to monitor the supernatural to parade through the streets in full Presidential regalia.

Nodding again, this time kindlier to the driver, she climbed into the Buick’s back seat. No words spoken, driver and passenger departed the airstrip.

A moment after, Talia removed her Bureau-issued phone from its belt clip, and messaged her supervisor:

Back from Boston, MA. Just landed at Dulles and in route to Headquarters for next debriefing. Negotiations in MA went smoothly, considering the brevity. We should have London’s support moving forward.

She stowed her phone back into its clip, and heaved the long-held sigh. She had hoped to make more headway on a case back north… a matter that she and her colleagues suspected was the work of a witch convent, which, as it happened, came up as she was assisting the Bureau in establishing a more international front with a similar Ministry in London.

But, that, she knew, would have to wait for the time being. Her supervisor, that is, her immediate supervisor, had only informed her of a new team assignment a day earlier, and set her on an early, private flight from Logan to be briefed on the tasks to come. “Sorry to spring this up on you,” he had said. “But there was an oversight, and they’re pretty shorthanded as far support goes; too combat-heavy. You’ll be much appreciated behind the scenes.”

Her phone vibrated. Checking it, she rolled her eyes, and then sent out a second message to her supervisor:

And we should put out a memo to the White House that Lincoln’s Ghost was granted Presidential Amnesty… along with the other first-family spirits. They’re getting riled up over it again.

The trip proceeded without further interference. She suspected as much, as the supervisor in question was likely also overseeing the new team’s integration. She would spend the remainder of her time contemplating the driver, whose haggard appearance left much to wonder about, and proved difficult to resist prying more into. When they arrived at her destination, she stopped at his rolled down window. Slipping him a generous tip and a business card, she said, “what happened wasn’t your fault. We can help you.” She turned about, up the steps towards BoSA headquarters, leaving behind a confused driver.

“Special Agent Talia A. LeCroix,” she informed the security guard. “I’ve been called in for a new assignment.” She presented her Bureau ID. Exchanging nods with one of the guards, she followed him into foyer, and awaited further direction.

@The Jest @EurmalEye @HumanMusic @Silverstein @knifeman @booksmusicanime @Eviledd1984

"This is the new team."
Griffin didn't like the idea of them all being split up. He couldn't keep track of them all if they were all in different places. Still he had to admit if made since for them to divide up the tasks. They needed to get this done as quickly as possible. He wished he knew more about everyone's abilities. He knew that reveal of them could stop a zombie allow without any problems. So the question was why was something many of them could handle alone a group test? Was it because the higher ups wanted to see if they could could work on something simple together or was there a trick?

He nodded to Billy. He could probably find all the items. Once he knew what they needed. He had no idea what they needed. He had never used the ceremony. He avoided magic when he could but the higher ups wanted them to go old school so that's what they would do. He didn't know how to find out what they needed without looking like a clueless idiot. The group needed to think he knew everything they did if he didn't.

@booksmusicanime

Henry could see form the corner of his eye as the door opened, And was hauled away form the current room to another. In this new room he was grouped with a few other "people"."And what am i suppose to do?" He asked one of the FBI types wanting a answer.

After being shuffled around Inka was in a sour mood. So being told about being on a new team didn't help to improve the vampire's mood.
@Eviledd1984
"I assume you find someone to team up with to tackle a aspect of this case? I'm not sure." She'd sigh out to Henry. She was dressed neck to toe in black clothes with black gloves covering her hands, very obviously trying to block her delicate vampire skin from the sun's burning rays.

@booksmusicanime

"Well for now...I don't have any partner of the sort,Nor have I been told what the "case" is" He said looking over the black dressed woman. His eyes looking around the room wondering if they would take off his handcuffs.

@Eviledd1984 @booksmusicanime
"For the late arrivals, we are doing a team building activities. There is about to be a zombie invasion in the building. You will work with atleast one other person. We want you to all be able to work as a group. There are many entities that you can not take on alone. We want to see who can work with each other the best. It is important that this group works well together. Working alone is not an option. This group has to prove itself. So shut up and find a partner. We have real threats we need to get to and you are wasting time we don't have." The elder scolded them. He was not in the mood to be challenged. He wanted to prove this group was a good idea. They needed people who could work together against big threats.

@KatherinWinter@HumanMusic@Eviledd1984@booksmusicanime

Billy

Billy winced at the elder's outburst on the late arrivals. I mean who wouldn't? clocks ticking and there's a zombie apocalypse waiting to happen under their noses and they haven't started coming up with a solution.Billy then closes his eyes and feels the new arrival's soul vibration. He got the same supernatural vibe from these two like the non-human agents that come in early. Obviously, The man covered in stitches and decaying skin seems to be tied in with the undead. And the other well-covered lady, her soul emits a strange cold aura that the young exorcist can't decipher what it is, it's part human and part something else.

"Oh, hi! i know this is a bad time for an introduction but my name is Billy, always a pleasure to met new agents here in BoSA." He said to the two, unfazed of what they are.

"We were just leaving to find the items required for a ritual to seal in this zombie, even tho we don't know what it is to be exact. I'm sure will figure it out, having Agent Argo sensing its spiritual presence and Agent Griffin picking up its scent." He said.

"You're welcome to come if you like. or you could join the other two agents already left, distracting the zombie to buy us some time."

@Silverstein

The pale looking male turned to the other male with a blank sort of look, "As long as i leave this place, I will do anything" He said softly taking a deep breath. Luckily for him his handcuffs were taken off his wrists. However their was a big question on his mind if he is going to help, "I will need a weapon to defend myself" He said looking at the male.

@Eviledd1984
"How about I defend you as we search for items?" Inka suggested to Hank, smiling to him despite her sour mood.

@KatherinWinter@HumanMusic@Eviledd1984@booksmusicanime

Billy

"I'm afraid I can't provide you one, usually, Agents directly get their own standard weapon straight from the department," Billy said and scratches his head. This undead seems desperate in leaving this place, I wonder what's his story, let alone why is there marks of handcuffs on his pale wrist? that's a bit odd.

"I see you have your partner backing you up on this one, that's good" the boy smiled at the lady. "I've given you my name, could you kindly properly introduce yourself before we go further," Billy asked.

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@Eviledd1984@booksmusicanime@Silverstein

"Henry you aren't leaving. No one is leaving the building. When you do leave you will be leaving with a partner Who can take your was down if needed. Everyone will be given a phone and standard weapons. If you want something else it's up to you to earn it. As for the list it will be given to two of you. Decide who will get the copies and then we will begin." The elder told them. He handed Henry a standard postal and phone.

@KatherinWinter @Silverstein

"My name is..Henry, And that is all you need to know. And i guess you or this man will be my partner?" The undead male said looking over at the lady. His eyes strained at the elder handing him a phone and gun, "I am sure i can improvise" The young male said rising a dark brow at the two of them.

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Azeal and Sora

Azeal and Sora listened as the Elder explained their circumstances, as well as him basically yelling at the newcomers who showed up late. One of them being another Lich was something that Sora couldn't help but look away from in disgust. Still, Neither of them disagreed with what the Elder was saying to them in regards of there being times when there's a threat none can take on by themselves. Azeal in particular could think of quite a few people back home who would fit that kind of category...his mother included.

"I'm Azeal, he's Sora. I'm a Demon, he's a Reaper. He hates undead, there's nothing you can do about that, and we'll be in any team that wants us. ...On second thought, looks like everyone else has made their respective teams already. ...Guess it's you and me, Sora. You take care of the Items then, and I'll be the distraction." Azeal quickly explained to the Newcomers before then looking at Sora.

"Huh...? Why me?"

"Billy the Kid over there said it best. I'm not good with Holy Objects and stuff, and even if this is a fake ritual, I get the feeling those will be involved. Besides, You're a reaper, right? Purification rituals for the undead should be right up your alley." Azeal explained to him before raising his hand and looking at the Elder.

"One Copy for the Reaper, Boss." Azeal said.

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Rosina

A few hours ago...

It would have been a beautiful morning over at the Big Apple, NYC. The Skies were clear, the morning sunrise was shining radiantly passed the skyscrapers as the streets became even more active than usual, par for the course as people wake and head for school or work.

It was a shame, then, that none of the peaceful morning atmosphere could reach one particular hotel room, the morning rays just barely shining through the blinds of this apartment, lightened instead by the multiple instantaneous lights of a camera's flash. The inside of the building was filled with people in black, ...not to be confused with the "Men in Black" of course, while police patrolled outside the entrance to this room. As they did, they spotted a woman wearing a dress shirt over a short black coat, black skirt, waist-long stockings and heel shoes of black leather, essentially a feminine version of the uniform everyone inside was wearing. One thing in particularly of note was her long blue hair with matching sapphire blue eyes, revealed when she took off her glasses upon getting off the elevator.

Without a word, before the police had any chance of stopping her, she took off a badge from the lapel of her black coat and showed it to them...An FBI Badge with, among other information, her name:

"Detective Ambrosina Conally"

Without saying a single word, they looked at the badge, and as instantly as they were ready to make her leave, they let her pass as she stepped over the yellow police tape. She looked around, cautiously stepping over anything that might be used as evidence as other FBI members were photographing the scene, or discussing among each other.

"Ah, Detective!" A voice rang out among the agents in the room, as Rosina looked towards the one who said it, who immediately headed towards her.

"Not exactly what I had in mind for a wake-up call, Agent. Good thing I skipped breakfast though. You absolutely certain this is the Vampire's doing?" Rosina asked the FBI agent heading for her.

"We wouldn't have called you here if we weren't." The agent replied as they walked into the crime scene.

Despite being a crime scene, the room looked relatively clean, save for the bed being stabbed repeatedly. On the bed was a man, or at least, what used to be a man. Though he was still wearing closed he was unnaturally thin and his skin dried up, his eyes white like ivory and wide open, much like his gaping mouth. Hair was still intact, but with the skin dried up and dehydrated, his head looked much closer to a skull than a normal living head should. The body was mutilated with large holes that pierced through the bone, flesh violently torn as if by hand, one of his arms snapping downward like the twig of a tree, and it seems the forensics are looking at what appears to be a knee cap torn from the victim's knee and thrown to the ground.

And yet, there was no blood. Not one drop of blood anywhere in the room, not even one drop detected via luminol reaction; no guts either, not a single organ or fluid of any kind could be seen.

This man was, literally, just skin and bones at this point.

Rosina looked away from this...abomination, covering her mouth as she did. She has seen this kind of death many times now, but it's never any easier to cope with it.

"...Can you give me a rundown?"

"The vic is one Dean Silvers, a 40 year old vice president of communications at some decent IT company here in New York, as well as a well-known Lobbyist. The bellboy downstairs claims that the vic rented out a hotel room for the night after he spent hours drinking at the bar. Apparently he was celebrating some kind of political success before he called it a night and went up to his room."

"Time of Death?"

"We're not exactly sure. The lack of blood for a proper temperature is giving the coroner a hard time as usual. The adjacent guests claim they heard him go back to his room at around 12:30. They heard a knock on his door a half-hour later, but no one saw anyone outside in the hallway, so we can assume the one who knocked was expected and immediately let in. Half-hour after that, one of the neighboring guests smelt blood and apparently thought he heard some noises of struggle minutes ago, but assumed it was some kind of bickering. He called the manager about the blood smell, and the body was found fifteen minutes later at about 1:45 or so by the bellboy that was sent to check up on the victim. Therefore, we believe the Time of Death was somewhere between 1:00 and 1:30." The Agent explained, as Rosina touched at the corpse with her gloved hands.

"So the Vampire was at this hotel, stalked this VP guy to his room and killed him? ...Then that had to be the guest at 1. Did he say when he heard those noises?"

"Not an exact time, no. But he did say it was before he went to the manager downstairs."

"Then the Vampire...got in, sadistically killed their prey then got out, all in a half-hour?" She asked, immediately looking over at an open window on the far side of the room. Simply walking away from such a scene was too risky for someone like The Vampire, too many variables to consider when walking down a hotel's hallway. Therefore, they had to have escaped from the window. But before she could think on it further...

"Hey, Detective Conally! You got a message from Washington." Another agent said, walking into the crime scene with a letter in hand. Rosina grabbed the letter and read it. It was written in code so as to keep the confidentiality of the Bureau intact from outsiders who might try to read it, much like these Agents of the FBI. Fortunately, being an agent of the BoSA as well, it was easy for Rosina to decipher.

Detective Ambrosina Conally, this is an executive order from the BoSA Elder directly...

The Bureau is setting up a Task Force made up of individuals personally handpicked by the Elder himself, to work together to stop particularly dangerous supernatural threats to humanity. The Elder has selected you to be a member of this, due to your connections with the FBI, your Shadow magic and investigative skill, and your current investigation with the Vampire.

As of reading this message, you are to temporarily any and all activity, investigations, and/or missions that you are undergoing, and report back to Washington to take part in this squadron.

Once again, this is an executive order. As such, this is non-negotiable, and failure may result in punishment and/or dismissal. Any questions must be asked directly to the Elder upon arrival, as the supervisor writing this message has no answers to give.

Be sure to burn this message after reading.

Needless to say, Rosina was not happy about what this letter entails. She's alright with the concept of taking part in the...frankly unusual concept of being part of some sort of team in a place like the BoSA if the MiB is any indication, and a team might help her catch the Vampire that much easier anyways. But having her stop what she's doing, hunting the Vampire right after another victim was found, THAT'S what pissing her off. The Victim was killed last night, which means she was finally close to catching the perp this time. This was all she was thinking about as she bit on her thumbnail. ...Still, there was nothing she could do about this. As it says, this is a direct order from the top brass of the BoSA, so there's no way she can just disobey it. With that in mind she walked back towards the officers near the entrance to the crime scene.

"Tell the boys in black that I got called back to Washington. That they're in charge until I get back, but most importantly, to be very careful. If they find the Perp while I'm gone, send backup and be cautious. They try to be a hero against this one, they'll die a fool." She said to them. Without waiting for a response, she walked towards the elevator and called for a taxi.

Her Destination: The next flight to Washington DC.

@KatherinWinter

Designation: Agent N, AKA Cragnut

Current assignment: Transferring from the Russian Demon mob assignment to (CLASSIFIED) assignment

Cragnut wandered the halls till his destination, the practice room, was in sight. In went in, half expecting them to be fighting a freshly turned Vampire or something. But of all things, a zombie. A rotten, Dawn of the Dead stereotype, Zombie.

He saw the elder and went to him. "Hey boss, you say you want training help for da' new unit? I was in the middle of an interrogation too." he said In his hissing voice. He grabbed a candy bar from a belt pack, even though he didn't wear pants.

@The Jest @EurmalEye @HumanMusic @Silverstein @knifeman @booksmusicanime @Eviledd1984 @Dealdric
Griffin took one of the lists. He looked it over: pure silver chains, vampire blood, silver dragon scales, crystal tears. The were items that would be hard to find in the human world. He was sure they would be hard to acquire here. The elders wouldn't want to make this too easy. He didn't see the binding spell so he hoped that someone knew them otherwise these items would do them no good.

He tore the paper up. He didn't want to take the chance he would lose it. If something like that fell into human hands they would be in trouble. He could find the items on his list. He couldn't touch the chains but he supposed the others could. The chains would weaken him even if he didn't come in contact with them. He looked at the group. "The tears will be the hardest. I don't know if I can smell them. They don't have much of a scent."

In the basement there was a zombie. He wasn't like his brother. His mind controlled by magic. He wondered aimlessly until he heard a voice calling to him. He head towards the voice that called to him. He could not be stopped. Not even by those how could normally kill him could would be able to do so. He shambles slowly moaning. He sensed food. Delicious meat.

@KatherinWinter

Henry had taken a list and walking with whomever was going after the vampire blood, He just wanted to leave the building for the time being and really he would not mind being left alone by these government types. Shoving the pistol into the pocket of his jacket trying to keep to himself for the time being, He did not trust any of these people they were all watching him and talking behind his back.

@Eviledd1984
Inka would jog to catch up with Henry. "Hey! So what are we going after first." She didn't seem to be bothered by her jog over to him. She had a pistol in a holster around her waist, easy for her to grab if danger arose.