In the year 3025, Humans have spread all over the cosmos. And one of those places is called Theros, a huge planet that supports all manor of life. Including the ones the humans were just myths and legends. Werewolves, vampires, angels, and aliens of all kinds living together in harmony....at least that was how it all started. The last few years things had not been so peaceful. There had been a civil war between two groups, The purists and the people of new birth. The two groups started out just disagreeing about if the different races should be aloud to marry and have families. But it soon became an all out war on Theros, and many lives were lost because of it. When the war was ended thanks to a unknown third party, the government stepped in and decided so that war would never happen again they would take more power to keep the peace. It worked out for a time until greed for money and power over shadowed the will to do right.

Now there are three classes of people on Theros. We have the high class who live in riches and wealth and not a care in the world. Then there is the middle class, the workers who keep the city a float and make just enough to get by. Then we have the lower class, the beggers and thieves who barely get enough to eat. None of the classes mix, The higher class hardly know the lower two classes are alive, and the lower class only dream of the city above that glitter gold.

Then there was the growing threat. Those of the mystic races were being taken in the night and vanished without a trace. It was being clear the higher classes could care less and it was not on the top of the government’s to do list, making it seem they had something to do with it.

But one group has grown tired of how things are and fight for change. A group that not only have a mix of all the classes, but also races and species. And the leader of this group is a myth themselves, but soon thanks to a chosen few the fate of Theros is about to change forever....

"Another case of a missing mystic has occured this morning. Residents say that nothing seemed out of the ordinary the night before, and..."

Matias mentally tuned out the car radio. He didn't want to hear the speculation. He didn't need to. Every other week was the same thing: mystic goes missing, no evidence left behind as to how it happened, media moves on with its day as if it just reported the weather.

Must be getting paid to be this vague, Matias thought to himself. It certainly benefited the higher ups who didn't have to give a damn.

He sighed audibly as he saw his destination in the distance. Past all the half-broken neon signs and concrete, a run-down building called him over. It was a single, one-story structure sitting on its own. He's seen this building one too many times to shrug off its significance. It held plans, evidence, and his partners. This operation would be nothing without it.

Another sigh as he parked in front of the building. Once he stepped out, he looked up at the building with his hands on his hips.

"I'm longing for the day I don't have to come here anymore," he grumbled.

He entered.

"Hey," he greeted to no one in particular, "heard there was another mystic-napping. Fourth one in two weeks. They're really going at it, it seems..."

It was a huge warehouse, with other levels linked by stairs and walk ways. In the middle of the room was three people. One was a huge man with silver hair and strong figures. This was Bane Clawson, the second in command and werewolf. He looked up and said “Matias, welcome back. We were just about to look into it…”

Next to him was a striking woman with red hair and bright gold eyes. Scarlet Flame, the fire pixie. She looked up and waved at him. “Hey! I got that stuff you were looking for. It’s in a bag on the work table”

Next to her was a young woman with Grey and green hair. Her bright green eyes showed her nature. She was The sage of the group. Iris Meadows. “Greetings Matias. I hope your travels were safe and pleasant?”

Matias pouted slightly. "Well, I lived. Guess that counts as 'safe'."

In the corner of his eye sat a folded-up chair, conveniently by the aforementioned work table. He approached it whilst stretching his arms over his head. He sighed as the audible cracks resonated through his body, giving him the energy to bravely fold open the chair with a "clunk".

"Siéntate, cuerpo," he muttered as he placed his body on the chair.

He raised one eyebrow as his sight met the bag. It was a drawstring bag, stuffed like a Christmas present. He took the bag in both hands and laid it on his lap, opening it up.

"I suppose I'm a little late," he said, "sorry about that, I guess. I had a... thing... happen, kept me up most of the night."

He scratched his brow before digging in the bag.

"Whatever. I'm just hoping I didn't miss much."

Bane shook his head and said “you didn’t miss anything. Still waiting on the boss and Dante. Dante was bringing in supplies. The boss should be here soon” scarlet looked up and said “the hooded leader of our rebellion. Have you ever seen them Bane?”

Bane shook his head and moved some files onto the table. “No, I’ve never seen their face. They must have a reason to wear the hood and mask” Iris nodded and said “they have a strong aura whoever they are”

Matías took a moment to eye the files courteous of Bane. There were some six sheets consisting of greyscale faces and information known about their cases. The eyes of these individuals lost to lord knows what stared back at him in an almost somber manner.

He looked away.

"It's better they're so cryptic," he commented. "We all have to be lowkey until it's time. If our 'friends' find out who they are then we're fucked. Like, they're rich. They probably have the tech to find out everything about us just based on our faces."

His head turned towards the files again.

"Maybe I should walk around in a hood and mask. Maybe then I won't fucking feel like my every move's being watched. I..."

A huff escaped his lungs.

"I just hope whoever the hell they are, they know what they're doing."

Bane nodded and said “the boss knows how to do this. From what I have seen…they aren’t new to This line of work” the doors opened suddenly and a red hit man walked in with boxes and bags.

Iris looked up and said “greetings Dante” the vampire walked to the make shift kitchen and set the supplies down. “Morning all. I hope everyone is doing well. I got food, medkits and a few things the boss asked for” he walked over, pulling his fadora off and set it on the table and sat down. “I heard about the new missing case. It was a pixie this time.” Dante, the royal blood vampire and detective at the police station. His sword sat on his back. The blood blade that never left his side.

Bane frowned and opened the files to check. “Pixie, fawn…werewolf, vampire and a water elemental. What the heck are they looking for?”

The chair creaked as Matias sat back, arms folded. His eyes met Dante, who was now examining the files. His objection to having a cop in the team were suppressed by his desire to maintain his good image. Besides, the man was working with them to fight corruption; in that regard, he had to not mind the extra head, especially with his skillset.

"Probably purists," Matias commented. "couldn't handle "losing" the war so this is how they're taking out their frustrations. Gross, but typical of government, I suppose."

His body rested against the desk, elbows on top.

"They have to be taken somewhere, whether or not they're dead. Where that is, who knows. I feel like it should be in this general area, no? They're all from here, after all..."

Dante looked up and said “there is one odd thing. The purests are being looked into for this, but there’s no clues leading to them. It’s odd.” Bane sighed and rubbed his neck.

“This is going to messy if this keeps going. The people won’t take much more of this…”

Suddenly the doors opened again and The Boss walked in. They wore all black, down to gloves and the face covering. They walked up to the other and they nodded in greeting. Scarlet waved as Bane nodded to them.

“Boss, looks like we have another missing. We don’t have the file…” the boss pulled a file from their cloak and handed it to Bane. Bane opened it and blinked a few times.

“Hold on, the one grabbed was the niece of the head of finance?” The boss nodded and said, a voice changer in place “yes, it’s now a full on case. They are handing the case of the head of Ciziten Welfair and Defense. Which is Lady Midnight”

Matias's mouth fell slightly ajar, buy quickly regained its form. His bewilderment was nonetheless displayed with a hand to his brow.

"So... you're saying they're going for government officials now? Their relatives anyway? Whoever these people are really have no shame."

He stood up from the chair with a heave and a grunt. As well as he could, he peaked behind Bane to observe the file in hand.

"Well damn. Either there's infighting or its some kind of third party. What a mess."

His eyes met the boss's face, or whatever he could make of it anyhow. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't at least slightly unnerving.

"Do you have leads, like, at all? I feel like we're stuck between a rock and a hard place at this point."

The boss nodded and said “yes. This go round there was a note left. They want prisoners released. But they hasn’t said who yet. We need to find out who they are looking for. Then from that we can track them down and see what’s really going on”

Bane nodded and looked at Dante who smirked. “That I can find out about. We will need to speak Lady Midnight” the boss nodded and said “I went to see if she was in. Her assistant said she would be at the capital building tomorrow. You and Matias can go look into that. Tonight we have a different mission”

Scarlet jumped up at the que and said “yes, we are restoring power to the lower level. All the pieces are in place. We just need to go down and place the shields to keep the puritans from messing it all up”

As if this wasn't messy enough already, Matias thought to himself. No matter.

"Right," he said, "Tonight, you said? Sounds easy enough. Tomorrow sounds like a plan too."

With a huff, he cracked his knuckles before slinging the bag over his shoulder.

"Though, I'm assuming we should still expect trouble... When are we expected to head out tonight?"

Bane looked at his watch and said “we need to wait for dusk to go in so a couple of hours”

Scarlet jumped up and said “then I’ll make some food! Can’t go save lives with empty stomachs” she summoned her wings and she flew over to the kitchen and started to make food.

Iris looked st the boss and asked “are you coming with us boss?” They nodded and said “yes I thought you might need back up”

Matías flinched at Scarlet's sudden departure. It was easy for him to forget that everyone here was a mystic except for him. With a soft growl, he placed his hands on his hips, one hand grazing over the faux leather holster at his side. The seams felt nice on his fingers. Careful not to touch the gun, now. Ammo might just be what he needs tonight.

"Will do."

Bane walked over and said “easy Matias. No reason to be nervous with these guys” he went to the work table to work on the weapon cleaning as the boss walked over to the window. The shadows moved around them.

Dante leaned back in his chair and said “so how are things with you Matias?”

Great. Small talk. With a vampire cop no less.

"Uh... Fine, I guess. Coping with all..."

He motioned his hands around.

"this."

His hands fell to his sides with an audible slap.

"It's kinda hard to balance a 9-to-5 with an underground rebellion, you know? Especially with the weight of all these cases, how long it's been. I really don't know how I haven't offed myself yet."

He gulped, tugging at his collar.

"Okay. Slight exaggeration. But seriously, it's been months, and we're only a fraction of the way there. These guys, whoever they are, won't quit either. I mean, all those files..."

A sharp exhale escaped him as he hung his head. It was as if he deactivated himself. As quickly as he went down, however, he came back up.

"I'm just hoping the one lead we have somehow leads us to the others, because quite frankly I'm getting sick of all this."

Dante frowned and said “it will be okay…we haven’t found any bodies. That’s a good sign. And we have to start slow to keep anyone from finding us out. We will get there. Now…does this really worry you or is it the company making you on edge?”

The boss turned their head to listen to the answer.

Matias couldn't help but chuckle at Dante's body comment. That burst of joy, however, was short-lived after Dante's question. Matias's frown grew right back, and following suit was a slightly deeper scowl.

"Whatever you're implying," he huffed, "can it. I don't have bad blood with anyone here."

He folded his arms anew.

"Look, I know we have to keep our paper trail low, but is it not reasonable for me to be worried? If those people are alive, hell knows what's happening with them right now. I don't even want to think about them being dead either. More cases means a higher body count, in that case. Seriously, how aren't you worried?"

Matias's eyes were locked onto Dante's at this point, his scowl ever present. His rather heavy breathing was what was keeping him from exploding into another rant, but it was a leaking dam.

The boss said “they are mystics, Matias. There must be more reason to taking them to harm them. That’s what Dante is saying. If they wanted them dead, they would be. The longer their are being held, more likely they will get away. This last one taken shows a pattern”

The boss walked back over and pulled the pictures out and laid them out. “No doubles. No humans. They are working to a goal…we must find what the goal is…we have concerns yes but we can’t be consumed by them when lives are at risk”

Bane walked back over and said “we can’t do anything without information Matias. We just have to work with what we have. Tonight will be the first step in real change for better”

Matias only listened and glared as the boss explained the situation, like a statue of a pouty child. The only ounce of movement was an eye roll when the boss said to not be consumed by concern.

What a joke, he thought to himself.

His tired eyes met Bane's as he spoke. They seemed to narrow ever so lightly the longer the werewolf spoke. Sick of pointing at Bane, they focused now on the files on the distant table. They also got sick of that pretty quickly, though. The ground will do.

"Fine," Matias snarled, "but change is what I fully expect. So sick of just standing around..."

He went back to the trusty foldable chair, setting himself down. Legs crossed and body leaned back, he let out a hefty sigh as he looked out the window. That wasn't angering, at least.