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A child was conceived under the influence of herion.

Her unknown birth parents were as high as a bird.

Ironic, isn't it?

 

 

 

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What other choice did they have?

They had no money for a child,

much less wanted one in the first place?

 

 

 

  


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Those two looked into every possibility to make some quick cash off of this "miracle" they have created, finding it worth something at the least.

At last, they found their answer in the form of a door to door salesman. For a company called: ITEX.

He was let in with the promise of making the two a fortune off of the misfortunate situation they were in at that moment. 

He explained that in exchange for the unborn child, he would grant the parents an easy ten thousand dollars for their troubles. 

Of course, they accepted, not really caring what happened to the baby after its birth in a few months. 

 

 

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November 24, 199x

2:42 AM

 

Hours of meaningless and loveless labor for this child. In the company's hospital bed, ready to steal it away when it emerged.

A beautiful baby girl.

 

 

  

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 As promised, the couple were given their ten thousand dollars for their time and were sent free after the woman finished her part. 

Little is known what happened to these two. Some say, they left NYC, and fled to Alantic City where they overdosed a month or two after the exchange. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As for the child....

 

 

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So began her life of nothing but torment. 

The program she was handed over to was called the By-Half Plan. In short, Doctors and Scientists wanted to play God with a human, and turn them into an immortal being. 

The plan was to create the world's first and only manmade Angel, able to travel between realms and speak with the Deities themselves about the upcoming Apocolypse, as forseen by the Biblical texts. Humankind aimed to save their own skin, at the loss of one of their own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Selfish

 

 

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The first done to this baby was place her in this cage, like a feral dog. It was almost an ordinary dog crate, except with very hefty locks on the outside, to prevent her from escaping.

At a week old, the experiments began. Very small ones. Simple pricks of needles, injecting chemicals into her fresh, untouched veins, attempting for her to grow a tolerance to them for the future. They wanted her to adapt. 

Week two, ITEX had their first flatline for Subject 00. Brought back after twenty minutes of desperation to not have to start over, since they only had a certain amount of time and budget.

When her brunette hair started to grow out a month in, ITEX employees realized something. They got to shape an Angel. Whatever they wanted her to look like, it was their choice. 

A poll.

One needle to the skull, her locks would change in color permanently. 

 

Black.

 

Another change. Her eyes. One needle to each eye, sinking right into the soft tissues, injecting the most stunning blue pigment they could get their hands on.

As she increased in age, so did the experiments. 

At the ripe old age of six, a major procedure needed to be done.

Ripped away from the cage she grew up in, Subject 00 screamed bloody murder. It took minutes to strap her to a cold metal table, leather digging into her pale flesh, constricting any movement. A strange, large machine was brought over the child. Of course, she never knew what was happening at the time. 

With her arms extended and strapped down, veins were perfectly bulging from the skin, easy to detect. 

Two thick medical IVs were stuck into her veins, causing the child to continue to scream. Attached to the strange machine, the Subject was ready.

Moving to the sides of the table, one Doctor flipped a few switches, causing this pinkish liquid to slowly trail through the plastic tubing and into the little girl.

 

 

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 IT WAS LIKE FIRE.

 

The girl cried, begged, squealed, screeched, shrieked.

Until there wasn't anything coming from her lungs anymore.

She laid there, motionless, but concious.

The pain ran throughout her body.

 

-/-

 

It finished after an hour.

 

 

What the child did not realize was she had small percentages of animal DNA flowing through her bloodstream, shaping the cells she already had. 

 

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Speed:

Cheetah

0.5%

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Strength:

Elephant

0.5%

 

 

 

 

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Flight:

Raven

2.0%

 

 

 

 

After this major procedure, it was nothing but training her mind, her body, and her loyalty.

 

Like before, she was barely fed, only given supplements to keep her alive. She was starved more often to test her, if she would bite the hand that fed her.

She would be forced to run on treadmills for days at a time, stamina and speed checks; to lift up to sixty tons at a time, strength and endurance checks; to injest the knowledge of every language and be able to speak it, however never taught to read or write.

It would only be a few weeks until those black wings would tear, rip and burst through the skin on her back, meaning she would have to learn to fly, like a baby bird forced from its nest. 

She was fifteen.

 

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At the age of sixteen, she had her chance.

 The scientists had put her kennel on wheels and pulled her along towards another laboratory. It was loose, the bars.

Subject 00 had only seconds for this plan to work.

C R E A K !

The young lady was able to bend the metal bars far enough for her naked, thin, and yet thick frame to fit through. Using the speed that the Doctors and Scientists gave her, she bolted as fast as she could to the nearest window. 

 

C R A A A S H !

 

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She was finally free.

For the first time in her life, she smelled the fresh air, saw the nature growing and roaming around her, felt the grass on her bare feet. She was...entranced, yet strangely terrified.

That quickly changed with the danger behind her. 

Spreading that twenty foot wing-span, she's off.

 

 

 

 

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Subject 00 glided into the city that night.

NYC, the city that never sleeps.

 She was cold, naked, hungry.

Desperate. 

Taking the first chance to land, she slid into an alleyway behind a fast food chain. 

The smell from behind the dumpster nearby was so off-putting but incredibly enticing since she was hungry.

 

Ignoring any morals (as if she had any) she dove in the trash and fished out enough stale bread and fries to fill her for the night.

At least, before she vomitted most of it up later from the conditioning her stomach had been put through.

Subject 00 quickly adapted to eating after the second time throwing everything up.

 

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Sitting there, the lady gazed around at her surroundings. 

Everything seemed so lively for it being this dark outside. She didn't understand anything around her.

 

 

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Seeing a billboard above her head, the lady took herself up to stand at the ledge, looking at the letters in front of her.

She couldn't read it, however.

It was for a Gentleman's Club.

But...she stared at the name of the man who ran it.

Ryan.

The name seemed to stick...

And in that moment, it was hers.

 

 

 

 

 

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Moving forward a few years of struggling for shelter, spending nights in strange men's beds for cash, fishing through dumpsters for scraps of food or clothing...

Ryan has learned what it is like on the outside.

Well, not entirely.

Some things still aren't branded in her memory.

 

 

 

 

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Ryan managed to find a job without any background check! One where she wouldn't need to learn to read or write.

She became a stripper at a local joint called The Devil's Angels.

As far as the owner is concerned, she is another broken woman from a shitty alcoholic father who couldn't keep his hands to himself.

With her thick, voluptuous frame, long ebony curls, shining oceanic colored eyes, pale fair skin, he couldn't have asked for a more beautiful woman to work for him.

You would think they would question the giant wings on her back, right?

No.

Everyone who comes in sees the wings as a prop from how drunk or high they are. No one questions if they are real.

Perfect for Ryan.

 

 

 

 

Not everything is all rainbows and sunshine however....

 

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The nightmares of her growing environment still plague her mind every night when she closes her artificial eyes.

The stabbing,

pokes,

jabs,

cuts,

blood,

smells,

everything.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moving on from this is going to be a very difficult task for the Little Bird.

With ITEX still searching for their lost subject, to the struggle to feed and clothe herself every day and night.

But in the end...

 

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She's ready as she's ever going to be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Subject 00's Official Doctorial Checksheet:

 

 

 Physical abilities:

  • Training has allowed Subject 00 the ability to lift up to 60 tons with enough rage.
  • Speed is a key factor for the Subject. Last clock in: 102 MPH.
    • Can be increased with enough outer stimuli.
  • Flight is critical for Subject.
    • Height is not a factor, only air quality and pressure.
    • Atmosphere flight: still not possible.
  • Healing factor is still a progress.
    • Subject 00 can heal others, but not itself.
    • Takes on others injuries on its body.

Mental Abilities:

  • Subject is able to analyze minds of anyone it has come across, even the most reluctant to let it.
  • Excellent memory tests
    • Able to recall every previous lesson at the snap of fingers.
  • Language tests are successful.
    • Every language can be translated by sense of hearing, including creature.

Spiritual Abilities:

  • Black, smoke-like wisps work as intended. Choke whatever living being they touch if inhaled. Can also take the shape of any animal it chooses.
  • Subject seems to have an attraction towards animals, and they seem to attract back. 
    • "Mother Nature" aspect.

Others "aspects" noteable for Subject 00:

  • Likes to collect shiny items, such as paper clips.
    • Could be a factor of the Raven DNA
  • Able to use anything to its well being. 
    • Turned metal fragment into knife by strength
  • Seems to like the colors blue, black and white.
    • Ironic.
  • Does not like meat.
    • Will eat if starved beyond recognition
    • Prefers plants and plant by-products
    • Animal by-products such as milk seem to rest well with it
  • Terrified of thunderstorms
    • Due to fact of living conditions throughout life
      • Alone in labortories

 

Overall, Subject 00 still in need of work. Some failed tests can be redone next session.

 

ITEX Head Researcher

 By-Half Experiment  

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Friends? What are those?

 

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Jason Kei Hale...is an interesting person that Ryan has associated with in her earlier years. With some romantic tension between them somewhat gone after a difficult split and two years of distance, they meet again in Vegas by chance. Now, they are again grouped together with a mission they never finished: take down the organization that created Ryan. Both equiped with different skills and abilities, they set out to stop the organization from creating new threats to destroy humankind.

Current status: Breaking some locks, to expose the Lion's Den.

 

 

  

 

 

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  • The silence was deafening in the van when it was filled to the brim with each seat processing their own thoughts of what was to come. Jason himself was frozen, down to his breathing on occasion. It was much about suppressing what he didn’t want to think about, as it was thinking forward. The radio was put on when the driver seemed to sense the aura in the space, not that he wasn’t used to the types of drive they were taking and the grave circumstances that happened once he dropped them off. The radio only greeted them with static at a certain point in the drive with a local Spanish station cutting in and out on occasion.

    Finally, there were lights off in the distance. They made little sense from the ground but made up the patterns of the runway that would take them off. A small plane was present at the end of the pavement, a remnant of the tour planes the city was known for and colored similarly to resemble it. When Jason pulled himself out of the van he felt numb looking at it already. The only one of them perhaps ready was Rosa who had done the jump on several occasions.

    “You ain’t missing out,” Were the first words Jason had said since leaving the hotel room. His voice was distant, begrudgingly following Rosa. He’d been on planes before. He’d been on more rickety planes, even... seldom without medication.

    “You won’t be on it for long,” Rosalie responded but her voice lacked the enthusiasm that had been present in the hotel suite. Glancing behind her, she waved off the van driver and then took the first ushering steps toward the plane. “You may be the first of us to leave. That is, if we ever pry Kei out of the plane,” Rosa chimed after.

    -/-

    With the gear strapped on for the drop, Jason felt about thirty pounds heavier whether it was in his head or not. He took a seat between the two, hands clamping onto the seat below to keep his nerves steady. The tin can was claustrophobic to say the least, causing the cat to duck his head whether he needed to or not. Jesus Christ, were they really doing this? Once onto the plane the pilot gave a wave from his seat, murmuring something in Spanish into the headset that he couldn’t quite pick up. Jason was avoiding eye contact in favor of the floor. Rosa in the meanwhile was checking over straps one last time, looking over her watch for the time, and reaffirming the directions to Jason over and over before they started to roll forward to get into position. He repeated after her when she was almost certain he had disassociated.

    Watch for the signal. Pull the cord. Watch for the signal-

    “-The drop site is within a hundred-foot radius of the entry, we will have to collect ourselves and find it quickly,” Rosa spoke aloud above the roar of the plane engine that was picking up. Her bright blues looked toward Ryan. “You will be the one of us with control over your landing, we will look to you for direction once grounded.”

    Their pilot shouted something from the front, and if she had any chance of hearing over the now blaring engine of the aircraft, Rosa nodded to the other two and took a seat, gesturing to buckle in. Jason’s hands left his chair reluctantly to do so, visibly shaking all the while.

    With a thumbs up from Rosa, soon they were off. The plane started to roll, picking up speed incrementally until it had them leaning to one side. The runway was anything but smooth but seemingly just enough to keep them in line for the tires to slowly lift off the ground. Jason’s stomach dropped and his expression was somewhat priceless once they were airborne, steadily picking up altitude as the small airport disappeared into the dark.

     

    (Woo hoo! I'm alive. Better late than never.)

  • By the time Ryan turned to check the pocket, Jason had his eyes on the doorway for when the blonde walked on through. She was as ready as he had seen any other Hunter before a mission, whether she came from a lab work specialty or not. He wasn’t oblivious from noticing Ryan’s posture change, either. In an instant, the moment of peace that had built up was dropped once again for the task at hand. Conversation was brief enough to get the logistics down but somehow herded the demon out of the room at the end of it. The only hint was an irritable twitch at the corner of his mouth at the mentioning of who or whatever headmistress had checked in. He had enough to think about and only so much time left. 

    The Huntress’ calculative eyes followed the man out of the room for a moment and studied the door frame with her lips pursed to almost a pout. If she couldn’t learn to read Jason by the time they stepped on the plane, then the mission itself would be telling. That gaze landed on Ryan then with the nagging question. Ryan was no less of a closed book to Rosa, but what if it was left to just her in the room? 

    Little by little, Rosalie’s expression softened as the story played out in Ryan’s own words. A rosy smile was drawn across her lips that her parents might have named her after, if only they could have seen it first. A short chime of a laugh came after as she covered her mouth. She then crossed her arms and raised a brow. “Well then, if that doesn’t explain our hush-hush introduction… nothing gets a man flustered more quickly than’ae woman he doesn’ know what to do with.” The quicker that Rosa spoke, it seemed her accent slipped more easily into her words. It was fleeting; remnants of a childhood mixed with her time working in the States.

    The Huntress listened along, then. She was connecting the dots with an absent tap of her finger on one bicep and sewing together the timeline of before ‘Kei’ had fallen into their hands. Their success in New York came with a toothy grin from Rosalie. Had a mercenary and an avian truly pulled it off, even before his training? The two were becoming more and more interesting by the minute. To think, the troubles with ITEX had gone on for as long without the HS knowing. The thought was unnerving alone, let alone the lives they were seemingly tampering with below ground and behind closed walls. 

    All stories had their downfall, and there was a moment of apologeticness to the fact. Light blues met the other woman’s gaze with a sense of curiosity still as Rosa put it all together. “I heard from the east coast location that he and his mentor finished quite well in his class. This lifestyle can be quite rigorous, so long as he keeps moving I wouldn’ foresee any drunken ditch in his future. A Hunter lives and dies by their condition, both mentally and physically. The immortal of us are no different. We all carry our burdens differently.” While Ryan’s eyes averted to the floor once more, Rosalie’s gaze went down the hall subconsciously, wondering just where the avian woman fell into those specifications. Time would tell.

    Her chin tipped back to Ryan and a nod was given. “I believe your word, I do.”

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    For whatever reason Jason slipped off from the conversation prior, he was finally back when it came time to pack their bags and leave. There was no commenting from the man aside from small remarks and questions to cover their bases on what was to come. The backpack was slung over his shoulder, right over the leather jacket he hoped he wouldn’t suffocate in once they stepped outside. The sun was starting to drop and the desert was bound to be cooler, or so he hoped.

    All three were bound to do similar preparations before they made their way down the hall. Rosa turned opposite this time, taking them down a less decorated hallway where the doors disappeared. At the end of it was a service elevator to take them down all the way to the ground floor without the pedestrian hassle. The two Hunters were quiet unlike their first trip up; Jason’s eyes focused on the numbers counting down as they descended. 

    Once there, the casino’s back door was reached. An unmarked white van was waiting, parked but still running. It wasn’t the fancier rental vehicles Jason was used to out of Georgia, but Las Vegas was bound to have its own set of rules. The driver inside gave Rosalie a nod, but he said nothing further as she pulled the doors open and ushered them to take a seat. She then took a seat in the row behind them, dropping her bag beside her.

    Jason’s eyes were out the window for the most part. His expression was lost in thought, without losing the furrow to his brow. The ride spanned on for thirty or more minutes until runway lights of a small, local airport terminal came into view. A white building off in the distance served as the port itself while a small-engine plane was already waiting at its position before the runway curve. A set of stairs lead up to the tin can that they would, surely enough, be cramming themselves into.

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  • Truth was, he hadn’t spoken about it since he wrote up the report. The story slipped out of his chest as vaguely as he could stomach thinking about it, and eye contact went avoided like he was afraid to give something away of the fact. 

    “It is what it is… hunt and protect. We’re out to save lives. They knew the risks of the job. They all do. Still... call me privileged, but I have lives to spare, they didn’t. That’s the only difference between me walking out and them not.” Light blues left the table after the balls on the table stopped moving. He looked toward her with a softer expression that was apologetic. To them, maybe, or to her for having to listen to it all once he’d opened his mouth. His thumb tapped on the pool stick absently as he held it in his palm.

    “I might as well keep doing my job. Hell knows, it’s all I’ve ever been good at. I’m going to die it might as well count for something once in a while.” His brow raised on the ending note, like an ounce of humor could change the tone of it. The incident was something fresh enough still that he felt blindsided when Rosa gave them their assignment. Jason drew in a breath and let it go. At the same time, he’d line up a shot and sink a slow hit into the side pocket. He stood up straight again, rolled his shoulders back to relax them, and took a walk around the table as he tried to keep them that way. He paused back on the same side she was standing and leaned on the table once again. “One way or another, I think you’re right.”

    The hand on his shoulder was eyed questionably once it entered his personal space, not that he was moving to dodge it too quickly anyway. By some miracle when she spoke, the corners of his lips tugged into a smile. A chuckle even left his chest at the idea. It took the man back for a moment, and a  crooked grin took its place the more he thought. “Little Bird, I ran out of lives a long, long time ago. I think we both know that. I’d been wasting number nine ever since. This life’s a new lease for me, and I’m sure as hell not hitting the ground tonight.” 

    Thud.

    -/-

    It wasn’t the crack of the pool balls, it was a door opening down the hall as Rosa made her way back in. She was dressed far differently than the formal attire she first greeted them with. Her heels were replaced with sturdy combat boots, black pants tucked underneath them which led up to a white tank top for the time being. A vest and a leather jacket much like Jason’s own were thrown over one shoulder. A tactical backpack hung from her other hand as she walked into their view. A nod came from Jason who stood up straight again. He waited for her to speak rather than prompting her this time. 

    “We have a van that will be waiting in the back entrance of the casino. It will be transporting us to the airport hanger this evening where the plane will depart. From there, it will be a twelve or so minute flight to our drop-off zone. Jason, I can give you a briefing on landing tactics before we leave.” A coy smile flashed toward the other woman. “Ryan, I’m sure you needn’t any help from me with that. I want to thank you again for your cooperation, I can’t imagine this to be easy for you. We have thirty minutes to prepare before heading down to the ground floor, do that however you need.”

    “When we met I thought you said you worked on the biology end of the HS. That includes hunting?” Jason questioned.

    “I do just as much fieldwork as I do lab work, Mr. Hale. There is plenty to be learned about a case before the evidence is bagged. Besides, the headmistress called not long after you switched your status to occupied. She didn’t want you going in alone.”

    Whatever the fact meant, his brow knitted together and he eased up from the pool table. The pool stick was put back casually and he headed toward the door to the room he had chosen. “I’ll be out in thirty.”

    Rosalie watched the man slip out of the room from the corner of her eye with a brow raised. When she was gone, the items in her hands were set down by the couch. “You will have to forgive my memory, but… how did you two meet again? You both mentioned this wasn’t your first encounter with Itex together, no?”

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    The card presented itself as quickly as it needed to, and with little thought of the owner. Money was a side effect of work rather than the purpose. He swiped the card like he knew he had the funds waiting. Aside from a bed and a good meal, he was never dying to spend it. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth toward the understatement.

    “I might’ve been told that a time or two.”

    -/-

    “-Hey now,”

    Jason muttered, with his attention still on the table once he had sat down the cue ball to ready another shot from behind the line. 

    Crack.

    There was an irritable quirk of the man’s brow when the balls hit at an angle that was a few degrees off what was planned. The slow roll of the cue ball off into no man's land only made matters worse. “...it’s probably been ten years,” He added the excuse nearly under his breath. “I wasn’t making any money with it back then, either. I was better off as a pickpocket.”

    He seemed to consider her question for several long moments, his eyes on the pool table, but halfheartedly when that wasn’t where his focus really was. 

    “...A few missions ago I was underground. It was supposed to be a simple thing: go 100 feet down, take care of a few restless spirits, and leave.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “The tunnel collapsed. We must have gone miles underground from what it felt like. Not to mention it sure as hell wasn’t your run-of-the-mill spirits. Three days down there in the pitch dark and cold... we lost people.” 

    While grim, Jason’s tone of voice was kept as neutral as he could help it. A slight grimace to his brow told otherwise while he studied the table’s layout rather than looking back to her. He tried not to think about it, but how the hell was that working out so far? He had his own demons to work through whether he was ready or not. 

    Crack. He watched his target roll neatly into the corner pocket. Clearing his throat he straightened up and looked back to Ryan. “Doesn’t matter if I’m ready for the drop. At least if I hit the ground, I’d have the sky to wake up to. Besides, I wouldn’t want to go blowing your cover, we’ll be more discreet going down on our own. When we get inside we need to be careful.” He leaned back on the pool table’s edge.

  • Once he got looking, it was evident there wouldn’t be pickiness that morning when he chose the first bright sign in the open space. Nothing seemed to close in the city so long as there was money to be made. The waitress was on fresh legs and may as well have just started her shift as she escorted them back to a seat, and was swiftly off to the backroom for something or another. Jason leaned back in his seat with an exhale likewise. His partner had always been the collected one while the demon fed off that energy; without it, he was quiet in his own thoughts. The menu was flicked through halfheartedly when he laid his sentiments about the organization out on the table. 

    “There might be more players on our side of the board this time. We’ll have a little more than some grenades and a stolen car,” Jason commented. As for how many, or who, or what? He had only witnessed the scale that the Society acted at for a few occasions now. It only took reaching the right people with the right questions. The man’s expression was no more hopeful than it had been before but no worse either. Once they were underground it was entirely on them for what would happen. He didn’t know what three years or more difference would bring. If it had done what it had for either of them, who knew how Itex had evolved in such a span of time? 

    “Don’t worry ‘bout it… That’s-” Jason paused momentarily as the waitress came into view, walking toward for drinks and orders if they were ready. “...that’s just the nature of it,” He murmured after. When she asked for their orders he let her go first, afterward settling on fish and chips for himself with another cup of coffee, of all things. He cleared his throat once their waitress left. “If it wasn’t this, it’d be something else. I wouldn’t be here if it didn’t matter.”

    Their drinks came quick, their food not long after with the half-vacancy of the restaurant. The meal went by frustratingly quick for Jason, knowing they would have time to kill until they left. Once they were done eating he was quick to swipe the bill when he had payment out and ready, offering the excuse of a company card.

    -/-

    Crack.

    It was the sound of a billiard break that was the third time Jason had re-racked the table. He stood back and watched as the balls re-oriented themselves across the carpeted surface, leaning on the pool cue partially. Crack. He took another shot. He watched the solid red #3 bounce off the corner of the pocket and roll off in the other direction. Dammit. He was rusty after so many years, or maybe just impatient. 

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    Where was Ryan? Whether she was around or not, he was keeping himself occupied from the thought of jumping out of a perfectly good airplane once night came around. It wouldn’t be too long now. His weapons of choice had been picked and set out on the living room coffee table, and Ryan had her pick all the same. His sat next to the tactical gear that had been left for them with a note from Rosalie. Black outfits laced with pockets, a set of rope, night and thermal vision goggles, and earpieces already synced to one another. As a senior Hunter that worked so closely with Headquarters, Rosa had handled the rest, leaving the other two to wait for the call. Jason was taking notes all the while.

    Crack. Two went in, one being the cue ball that he went to retrieve idly. He could shoot a quarter from across the room but his pool game needed some work.

  • To her answer, Jason gave a nod. It was how hard he jerked on the laces of his boots to tie them, or maybe the manner he walked had changed. The man had a strange sense of calm anymore that was hard to place other than it was different than years ago. 

    “I wouldn’t doubt it. I gave it a try when I got here, never had before,” Jason commented, standing up and checking his pockets likewise. “At the end of the day, I take enough risks for helluva lot more money. I have a feeling they have enough tourists to help ‘em out.” One man’s addiction was another man’s novelty… drinks delivered on a tray all the while? That was the part he could get used to. Once ready, they were out the door and back down the long hallway that dominated most of their hotel floor.

    He raised a brow when poked. “Then you better hope I don’t veer into a steakhouse first,” Jason quipped, his hands in his pockets loosely as they walked. An elevator was reached eventually where they had taken their first ride up with Rosalie. What would she be doing with her time, anyway? When the door closed they were on their long ride down to the bottom floor. 
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    Ding. The door opened after several stops and once they hit the ivory floors of the lobby again, Jason started walking. Through one doorway into the next, he wondered how many people lived out their week without ever leaving the daisy-chained casino buildings. With each flashing light and sound that was fighting for their attention, passing through the casino floor they landed in a central ‘outdoor’ courtyard where the lights of the signs there were less frantic. Blue hues did a sweep before he gestured with a tip of his head toward one of them. ‘CITIZENS’ was brightly lit on display above the doorway where wide windows showed tables and chairs, half-occupied at the strange hour. For some, it could have been late dinner that bled into the day before and for others, an early lunch. 

    As the door was approached a waitress popped out to greet them, to which Jason was swift to ask for a booth along the edge of the room which they were granted. They were left to settle for the moment after their menus were handed over. A sweep was done around the room, studying the faces inside and out of the venue. “Y’know... back in New York, a few years ago I don’t think I would have expected to be here. Any of it.” His eyes turned to her. “I still wonder if we even made a dent that night we’d busted into the place. If it counted for anybody else inside other than us that night.”

  • “Who do you think I’m asking for? I don’t exactly float like a feather y’know,” Jason responded with a raise of his brow matter-of-factly and a half-smirk that peeked through. He saw no reason the avian of the three couldn’t find her own way down anyway. Which did he trust more right now, a parachute or her? Luckily he didn’t have to answer for it.

    “We will need to get to the ground discretely and quickly. The higher element of surprise we have the better,” Rosa glanced to Jason. “I take it the Georgia Headquarters had trained you on aerial procedures?”

    “...no.”

    “No?”

    “You forget I didn’t grow up there. I’ve got a little catching up to do,” Jason muttered.

    “You’ll be in for a treat then,” Rosalie responded as she packed up, noting in her head to leave time for briefing later. After all the formalities were finished and the door shut behind the blonde they were left to their own devices.

    “Yeah, it’s fine,” Jason answered but was heading down the hallway to his room soon enough. A pair of dark jeans were pulled on, socks, a white t-shirt, and a black sweatshirt he- ...promptly left on the back of a kitchen stool, remembering what state he was in after all. “If we’re doin’ this tonight I’m not skimping on a good meal. Maybe a look around this side of town while I’m at it,” He added, bending down to lace his boots. On a hunt or not, he was still in Las Vegas.

    Gesturing to the door and down the hall once they had everything, Jason shut the door behind them. “What sounds good?” ...asked the carnivore to the vegetarian. They’d have better luck if they kept walking than trying to get an answer like that. "You said you'd settled down around here for a little while, didn't you?"

     

    [One brief one to shake the rust off.]

  • There was something about the unknown of the location that didn’t sit well with the man. Once they were through the door, there wouldn’t be any immediate backup to rely on that could mean all the difference. That part was déjà vu, and he’d known how that scenario could end. They would have to time their shots right if taken and expect that there was only one chance to do it. That was the part that had him hard enough in thought to put a slight scowl on his face, and was the part that Jason was already thinking toward.

    Rosa, in the meanwhile, wasn’t there yet. She was the woman to set it up, the one to set up the dominos in a way to ensure their chances. She was the information gatherer, the one making the connections just as she had done so from their first phone call. Her mind was on their departure. She was already thinking of booking an aircraft, deciding how to stagger their entrances. Looking into all the fine details and possible pitfalls that could occur the moment they hit the ground. 

    “We’re flying, then,” Jason’s reservation rang through in his tone. They weren’t just going to land the bird to get there, either. “-and jumping. In full dark. How the hell are supposed to hit our mark?”

    “We would land in proximity and then meet up outside their boundaries. Worry not Mr-” Rosalie cleared her throat. “...Jason. Our checkpoint will be determined before this evening. For now, you are free to do with your time as you like. I am going back to Headquarters to make the proper arrangements. We will meet again here at 5PM sharp. Any questions?” Rosalie glanced between the two. 

    “Think you could bring me back something semi-automatic and compact?” His head tilted, raising a brow.

    The blonde was quick to grin. “Open the pantry, undo the latches, top, and bottom, before pulling the back shelf forward. Latch it when you are done. Understood?”

    Jason’s eyes shot to the door by the kitchen abruptly. The place was armed? His brow knitted together, then loosened. Likely the only thing stopping him from impulsively getting up and yanking it open was that their meeting hadn’t adjourned.

    Rosalie had turned to make her leave when Ryan spoke. With a tone as foreboding, it caused the woman to pause with her hand still on the laptop she had shut the moment before. “Even in our success, they will know of our presence and capabilities. The lesser the information we give them on ourselves this early, the better.” Rosa cast a glance to Jason at that, she needn’t explain any stakes to the other woman in the room that lived it in her previous life. The man didn’t waver any as she said it, giving confirmation by a look alone. The blonde woman left soon enough with the distant sound of the suite door closing some minutes later. Now came the painful part of waiting for night. 

    Meeting adjourned, Jason turned to walk back toward the bedroom he had chosen. A glance toward Ryan was given when it came to mind. “I’m getting dressed, then I’m goin’ down to eat… are you coming?”

  • It took Jason a moment or so, and an image or two to figure out exactly what he was staring at. When the discernible rectangle in the ground started to stick out in its surroundings, his brow knitted together. Ryan was the first to answer what they had all been dwelling on. Rosa showed the least surprise on her face of course as she nodded solemnly, pleased with the correct answer. Her arms crossed after the image had been blown up as close as their satellite source could obtain.

    “A door, yes. The facility below that door is a government missile base that was decommissioned not long after world war II ended. They are reinforced with concrete and can span as low as ten stories underground, depending on the site’s specifications… the existing sites around this region were supposedly left abandoned, some even filled to prevent the sites being tampered with.” It was the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. Rosa’s gaze went to Ryan’s afterward as she had already assumed where the feedback would come from. “An abandoned space like that can provide cover for who-knows-what and go undetected even by government means.”

    “I wouldn’t exactly call us your average government organization,” Jason chimed in, shooting a glance at Rosa. “So how long have we known about this? What was the hold up for acting on it before now?”

    “We needed certainty, for one,” The blonde woman was quick to answer. “It wasn’t until recently that we were able to make a correlation between this site’s active presence and what you both had encountered at the Signage Museum. We now have our missing link.”

    ...Back underground. It was always the underground. What was it with fucking hunts and dragging his ass underground? That was the thought process as Jason exhaled a breath and swept his hair back with a stroke of his palm. At least this one was only ten stories deep at the worst, and a better climate than some places they had been. He had his own worries of scenarios in his head and triggers alike, but it couldn’t stop him from doing his job. 

    “An x-ray might be near impossible to penetrate the walls of what it is.” Rosalie had leaned into the screen a fraction as if it might tell her more secrets in doing so. She pointed a fingertip toward the satellite image. “There are two entry points. One is the main slab that you see, and the second is here.” She moved to gesture toward what was nothing more than a hole-cover on the desert floor. “I am working on getting diagrams of the facility when it was in operation. Of course, anything done to the compound within the modern-day will be unknown.”

    “So, when will we go? How will we go?” Jason had moved away from the screen by now, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter backward. “It doesn’t sound like a mission for broad daylight. If they’re careful then it’ll be supervised from the outside. I’d bet they’ll know if any vehicles come within ten miles of the place. Which means-”

    Rosa stepped away from the computer. “We will show up right at their front door. Directly. A plane can be ready as soon as this evening. At worst, this site has grounds for the Society’s suspicion and investigation. At best? Well… we find something they had never wanted us to see in the first place.”

  • Things had a way of catching up to him, somehow. Even with a past record wiped clean, he'd paid for his sins ever since through lack of sleep. Even with his good deeds in the present, he'd still pay for the atrocities he'd seen and done no matter if he had saved the day for someone, or not. That was the nature of not waking up in a picket-fence society with a normal life, and if anything, what he got from the late night episodes was frustration. And so, he looked at her plainly after he said it, and took a swig of his coffee. It was old demons, everyone had their fair share, didn’t they?

    "...That's fair," Jason responded after a moment of her answering, looking down into his cup. He chewed on his words for long enough to let her respond again before he tipped his chin back toward her. "I'll do what I can. But you have to promise that if your mind changes, I'll hear about it." A promise for a promise, in a way. If she bolted what did that leave him at? Stuck in the desert or following a dead end he didn't know enough about. That didn’t mean that the situation had proven to either of them that there was something worth hunting out there.

    -/- 

    The silence afterward was filled with coffee and fighting his tiredness until the caffeine might kick in. Speaking of which, when his cup was taken off the counter space he nodded in thanks. Footsteps were greeted in the room when Jason heard them, peering up the stairway to where Rosalie had appeared. There wasn’t an ounce of tiredness in the woman’s eyes with the morning person she was, approaching the counter space leisurely to set the laptop down.

    “Last night you told me your side, it’s only right I share what we have with you,” Rosa chimed, her words ushering the two closer in a way while she opened the screen and put her attention to it. “Something progressive, that is, a place to start our work. We have been waiting for the certainty to act... with the sighting you both had made this past evening, it may be time.”

    What did that mean? The woman didn’t leave them in suspense. A screen was already loaded when she unlocked the device, and one that made Jason rise from his seat. He strode over to the sofa in the room to shrug the blanket off and drape it over the back. When he returned, as Ryan might see first, the screen was lit up with color in one portion. It was… a map? The longitude and latitudes depicted on the edges of the screen of the topographic satellite still image. Over top of it was a thermal map of sorts- an overlay similar to a weather map. There was a node marking the city’s location which was lit up with activity. Its center glowed a reddish color and tapered back out to none once the desert resumed.

    “So what are we looking at, here?” Jason prompted after a few long seconds of staring at it, having taken a spot over one of Rosa’s shoulders. Was it a temperature? The whole damn place was consistently 100 degrees. What else?

    “What we are looking at is an image of the city and the surrounding desert. The colors are mapping radiation in the city based on a number of things. Energy output. Emissions. Seismic vibrations…” Rosalie explained, causing the man’s brow to raise high. “Now, do you see anything out of the ordinary?”

    She invited them to take a second look, even leaning back from the screen that she was invested in ever-so-slightly… and there it was. The map changed colors for what was a speck off to the Northern edge of the photo. A slightly orangish marker wouldn’t hold a candle to Vegas but was there nonetheless. Rosa’s arms crossed firmly. “There shouldn’t be anything large enough to be tracked within a fifty mile radius of the city. What’s more..?”

    The screen changed as she flicked to another image. This time the open desert landscape was shown, but something stuck out among it. Rosa flicked to the next image, then to the next. She was watching the others’ expressions for whether they were following along or not once the rusted slab of a door presented itself in the middle of the screen.

    “-You’re shitting me,” Jason muttered under his breath.

     

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