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Pinkerton sighed and looked at the man named Danny..." The first thing I'd actually like to do is talk with this...Hawthorne...from what I understand...he seems to have some inside information...information that might be helpful."
Danny eyed Pinkerton..." Hawthorne's a vamp...you know that right?" he said
" That's what I've heard..." Pinkerton said.." But according to Colt here...he's a Vamp that ...well...informs on other Vampires...My buddy Ellis here and myself found a Vampire nailed to a cross and burning in the sun this morning" Pinkerton said " Found these papers on the remains." He passed the pages to Danny who scanned them.." And." Pinkerton continued..." I thought Hawthorne might know what some of this scribbling is about.."
Danny had gone pale " Pontius..god damn." he muttered and stared at Pinkerton..." I can't translate everything here...but I damn sure know who Pontius is..." the old Hunter revealed a large crooked scar on his chest.." He's am ancient...a king among his kind...if he's here...then we have real trouble...more so than any pack of Werewolves."

Pinkerton stared at Danny..." Then perhaps you should let me speak with Hawthorne."

Several minutes later Danny,Colt and Pinkerton entered the area where Hawthorne was being held...Pinkerton stared for a moment ...he'd never seen an actual Vampire...well...at least not one who wasn't in the process of being fried alive..
Hawthorne rose from his chair and glanced over the humans in front of him..." You gentlemen appear troubled " he said with a slight smile " Can I perhaps be of some assistance?"
" Your Hawthorne ?" Pinkerton said..
" Nigel Hawthorne I am." the Vampire bowed slightly "...and you must be the intrepid Inspector Pinkerton."
" Detective..." Pinkerton corrected "...How do you know who I am..?" he said,his eyes narrowing.
" Ahhh Detective then.." Hawthorne said..." Your reputation proceeds you...many with whom I have...encounterd have spoken of you...some most harshly I must sadly inform you."
" Would a Vampire named Pontius be among them?" Pinkerton asked
Hawthorne grimaced slightly at the mention of the name.." Hmmm...I am indeed familar with that name Detective...though many a night I've wished not to be.."
" Is he your....master?" Pinkerton said pausing to find the right words to express what he ment and finding none.
" Indeed not...I am an..Investor of sorts Detective...I've handled some of his business affairs in the past..." Hawthorne grimmaced once again "...And ..briefly...at least from my perspective ...found myself in the posistion of being his...caterer"
" You mean you brought him victiams?" Pinkerton said..
" I mean I ...arranged meals" Hawthorne corrected...making a dismissive gesture with his hands "...as I said ...that was some time ago."
" So...where is he.." Pinkerton asked..
Hawthorne looked at Pinkerton and chuckled..." A better question my good Detective would be...where isn't he..?...In my capacity I invested Millions for Pontius...to put it rather bluntly my dear Detective...he owns a large portion of your fair city."
Pikerton's mouth fell open involuntarily.." He what..?"
Colt and Danny also seemed shocked by this revelation.
Hawthorne simply smilled and nodded " Pontius is an ancient...he is wise and cunning beyond your comprehension...and he is more dangerous than you could even began to imagine..with his resources...he could be in any of several dozen areas in this city...and those are just the ones I know about."
Pinkerton thrust his notebook at Hawthorne..." Fine...write them all down then...every place you can think off.."
Hawthorne chuckled..." Oh..I will Detective...I will...but first...I must insisit on an agreement for my benefit.."
" Such as.." Colt said from behind..
" I help you now...and you release me...providing me with sufficent funds and transport to leave this country and establish myself else where." Hawthorne said " Pontius...and his fellows will seek my head for aiding you...I don't plan to make it easy for them."
Pinkerton exchanged glances with the Hunters...then nodded.." Agreed " he said " before you make your list" Pinkerton added handing Hawthorne the papers found on Rasputian..." What can you tell me about this?"
Hawthorne read for a while...his face going paler than usual..." Oliver..." he muttered ..." staring up at Pinkerton..." Detective...forgive me for my lack of tact....but I doubt you'll live long enough to ever find Pontius."

Some time later Pinkerton and the two Hunters emerged from the room,Ellis,who'd been sitting at the table making small talk with several other men stared at Pinkerton.." So...what did you find out?" he asked.
Pinkerton rubbed his eyes.." Lots...lots of locations to check out..and...I now know a Vampire called Oliver Lane...who is some sort of asasian is hunting us...everyone involved in the case...it's a good bet he's the one who killed Phillips...Canturberry too...probably Sandra Casey as well...and god alone knows who else.."
Ellis ran his hands through his thinning hair " Jesus Pinky...Werewolves and Vampires declare war on the Empire City police department...why?"
" We just got in the way.." Pinkerton said..." Seems this is about controlling ...feeding grounds...a...war between the species..we're just ...meals who kno too much.." Pinkerton snorted a laugh.
" So...what do we do ?" Ellis said.
" I'm going to contact Nash.." Pinkerton said..." I'm guessing it was this Lane that contacted Crossman...he knows that bastard has a copy of the video from the station..and want's him to leave it in a phone booth on the corner of Cherry and Oak.."
" Wait...Crossman told you he stole a copy of the video?" Ellis said
" No....But...Given what Hawthorne told me...it must be what they want from Crossman...the Vampires don't want their...food in a panic...they want everyone nice and easy to take...the video would cause them too many ...feeding problems.."Pinkerton surmized .." From there I just added in what a low life Crossman is...and figured...that the video had to be what they were demanding from him.."
" So you contact Nash...and.." Ellis prodded..
" Set up a stake out on Oak and Cherry....watch the booth for pick up.." Pinkerton said..." Plus have him help organize searches of all these areas..." He showed Ellis the list of Addresses Hawthorne had given him.
" Holy gak...Pinky...Vampires own all of that.." Ellis said.
Pinkerton nodded..." All that and more...Hawthorne didn't know half of their true assets....He turned to Danny and Colt..." I'd really appreciate any help you guys can give us.."
Colt laughed.." Well ...basicly...your helping us...this has been our fight a lot longer than it's been yours."
Pinkerton nodded and dialed Nash. ...

Whew...Ok...Pinkerton no knows about Oliver,knows dozens of properties owned by Pontius and other Vampires...and Is mobilizing squads with Nash to search various locations.
They've also set up a stake out at the phone booth and Pinkerton has contacted Crossman and told him to place the package in the booth at 6:00 PM sharp...( I'll be doing that write up later...as I have a surprise I'm going to toss into the mix.)...

Andy pulled the van into the garage, Kara had began to bleed onto the seat and looked pale. Sean remained in the back of the van unconscious. He stopped the truck and removed the keys from the ignition. He scrambled to the passenger side and removed Kara from the seat, she groaned in pain as her feet hit the floor. He carried her inside the house.

"What the feth happened?" Danny spit some coffee out as he saw Kara's wound.

"Wolf got her when we were investigating a tracking device." Andy told Danny as he shifted her weight onto Danny's shoulders.

Colt and Vegas were there with several others and they all looked at what was unfolding. Andy didn't have time to talk to the others and he went back out to get Sean from the back of the van. The man had began to wake back up when he opened the van's rear door. Andy looked at the man with hate and climbed on top of him to deliver a jab to the man's face. The van made a thud as Sean's head bounced off of the van's floor. Andy carried the man indoors.

"What the hell are you doing? Who is that?" Pinkerton said aloud.

"The wolf's best friend." Andy sneered as he walked past the detective.

"You guys just take whoever you want?" Pinkerton said in shock.

"You don't know the half of it brother." Andy tossed Sean in the basement with Hawthorne, "Hawthorne, don't you fething touch him, he's mine."

Andy walked to another room where Danny was looking over Kara and closed the door as he entered.

"She's infected you know." Danny said while holding her hand, "Your partner got infected by a werwolf."

"I know, there were two of them and..." Andy tried to explain what happened.

"That doesn't matter now boy-o." Danny still sat down looking at Kara, "Something happened and she suffered from it."

"I was tied up with the feth head I threw in the cellar with Hawthorne." Andy said, "She kicked open the door and surprised a wolf."

"And what happened." Danny asked.

"She hit one of them and I hit the other." Andy said.

"Where are they then?" Danny asked.

"They got away." Andy replied.

"You let them do this and then let them get away?" Danny was mad, but tried to cover it for Kara's benefit.

"I know what's going to happen to me." Kara said weakly, "Can't we just get it over with?"

"If its what you want." Danny said softly while pulling out a syringe with a silver solute, "Any last words or anything?"

"I'm going to miss you Danny." Kara teared up, "I know its hard for you, but please do it."

Danny took the syringe and pulled in some air before injecting it into Kara's arm. It would create an air embolism to kill her, the silver was just in case. He put the syringe down, holding her hand the entire time, and then used his free hand to feel her pulse. It quickened slightly before stopping completely.

Danny sat there for a few minutes before standing up and walking towards Andy. He grabbed Andy by the shoulder and Andy could feel his fingers digging into it.

"You know what you have to do," Danny began, "you let her down. You let her down and she died because of it. You let her killers get away and let me down." he pointed his finger into Andy's chest.

"I know, and I'll get it done." Andy said quietly, "I'll make sure they pay for what they did. I'll flay them alive and make 'em into slipper for you."

"Not good enough." Danny said while returning to Kara's side, he would stay the night at her side to make sure she didn't come back. Andy looked down and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Anger welled inside of his chest as he approached the cellar and turned on the lights. Hawthorne swore in the corner about the lights being so bright. Andy was focused on Sean.

"Colt, Vegas," Andy said politely, "take Hawthorne somewhere and watch him. I have business with this guy."

Colt nodded as he motioned for Hawthorne to leave the cellar. Hawthorne walked out into the kitchen and was seated at the table with the two hunters and in front of the police.

"What are you going to do to that man?" Pinkerton asked, "Torture him?"

"You don't know the half of it brother." Andy smiled as he closed the door behind him and locked it.

"Have fun then." Pinkerton said through the now shut door.
.....................

Andy looked over Sean, "You're going to tell me everything you know you sack of crap." he said as he kicked Sean in the side.

Sean moaned as he was awakened by the force of the kick. Andy continued to kick Sean in the ribs. "Tell me everything!" he yelled.

"Feth off." Sean replied.

Andy took a pair of pliers off of a shelf on the wall, "Wrong words friend." Andy straddled Sean and pinned his head to the floor. He put the pliers into Sean's mouth and began to pull a molar out of his jaw.

Sean screamed and tried to push Andy off of him, but Andy remained over Sean and pulled a molar out of his mouth. Blood began to pour from the empty socket and the metallic taste filled his mouth as he watched Andy examine the tooth he had pulled from Sean's mouth.

"31 more to go," Andy waved the tooth in front of him, "unless you want to walk."

Sean closed his mouth in defiance. Andy pinched Sean's nose until he opened his mouth and the cold steel of the pliers returned once more in search of another tooth.

...Getting a bit brutal huh Nachos?...

Just for story sake...Pinkerton would most likely have no problem with Andy beating the feth out of anyone connected with Wolves or Vamps...the poor Detective has seen a dozen or more fellow officers die because of them and wouldn't give a gak if you "Violated" their " Rights."

FITZZ wrote: ...Getting a bit brutal huh Nachos?...

Just for story sake...Pinkerton would most likely have no problem with Andy beating the feth out of anyone connected with Wolves or Vamps...the poor Detective has seen a dozen or more fellow officers die because of them and wouldn't give a gak if you "Violated" their " Rights."

Fixed, oh and it only gets worse.

BIC:………..Farming…………………..

It was cold, her breath made small swirling clouds. Sky clenched her arms around herself, trying to maintain some warmth. She looked around and noticed she was surrounded by darkness. She didn’t know where she was, leaving the safety of her spot she crawled in the shadows. The cold grew, it already started biting her fingers. She persisted knowing that she had to do something. After an eternity of fumbling through the dark, her body was brittle like ice. Tears appeared around her eyes, sky was losing hope. Just on the brink of succumbing to the darkness she felt something. Her hands grabbed the thing. Jeans. She looked up at the dark figure who grew a part of the trouser. The stark face of her father looked down on her. She could almost feel the look of disappointment.. “Father?” she whispered trough here frozen lips. The man produced a faint smiled and let his righthand going around her face.his lips formed the words ‘I love you’ but the sound didn’t reached her eyes. Hawthorne appeared behind her father. He licked his lips as fangs slipped out of their chambers. “No!” she cried trying to push him away. She couldn’t move it felt like all her dark thought pressed her down. Her father was gone instead of him Colt stood there. Smoke flowing out of his mouth like a never ending steamboat. He saluted her as more smoke broke free from his lips. Sky coughed as oxygen started to turn in smoke. In the haze she saw Hawthorne grabbing colt and biting him in the neck. The sound of piercing flesh cringed through the air. Colt cried silent his tears turning in to smoke. Hawthorne grinned as he pulled Colt behind him in the darkness. Hate boiled up inside of her, she used it to get out of her passive stance. She ignored the pains of her body as she followed the trail of smoke. Her lunges sputtered as oxygen started to disappear. With her last bout of strength she pushed herself forwards. The smoke was gone. Heavily breathing she glanced around. Nothing. Only darkness and cold. Sky crawled into a little ball. Her body began to get numb. The cold spread threw her body. Sky smiled and excepted the cold in her heart. The cold streamed in her heart taking all the warmth out of it. Her body was one pool of stone cold nothing. She laughed in the darkness. The fear was gone. A little girl appeared out of the shades, blue hair floated in the sky. Blood dripped from her side. She held her pearl white arms out in front of sky. “I found you.” The little girl said with a bright grin.

Colt looked down on Sky. She had been turning in her bed all the time until recently she calmed down. Colt was relieved, he couldn’t do anything about bad dreams. They were a part of the hunter. He softly kissed her on the forehead. No one was going to hurt her. Sky grumbled in her sleep when Colt pulled the sheets over her upprbody. Screams of agony came from below, he leaned forwards trying to understand was she was whispering. The only thing he clearly heard was “Holly.”

Nice Silly...very nice...Like the connection your building there,

FITZZ wrote: Nice Silly...very nice...Like the connection your building there,

Thank you.

RP:

Atlas stalked the streets of the city, not allowing himself to be seen by anybody. He had saved Rose from certain death, and then he told her he would be gone for a little while, as he had to do something. Why should he kill the strong, when he can dispose of the weakest first? That was the basis on which he formed his plan.

He came across a block of flats when he came out of the alleyway, and checked for cops before moving to enter the building. The lights were still on, and just about everybody was still awake,. That was good. He would have an easy job now. Blood would be spilt.

*************************

Atlas chopped the baseball bat in half, and watched as the terrified man dropped the other half of it. He screamed for help, but noone was alive to hear his screams. Atlas plunged his claws into the mans head, before using his other hands' claws to chop his head off, the blood staining the wall and the carpet. Atlas chuckled.
For a moment, Atlas wondered how he had become so cruel over the last few weeks. Was it because of him being treated as a monster, or perhaps because he had realised the cruelty of life, and that this was an easy way to deal with it.
He wiped the thoughts from his mind, and proceeded with his "work".

*******

Atlas stepped back, and admired his piece of art, before turning to leave the room, and return to his cave with Rose.

On the wall, he had written, in ghastly red blood,

"MORE WILL COME!"

***************


Atlas there, becoming quite bloodthirsty, sorry for quality of work, but this is a quick RP just before my slumber...

Just going to point out now, Holly hasn't got no manga 'natural blue' hair - she's died if, being a bit of a rebel n' stuffs.

But I guess she may have started when she was younger.

It's all good.

ghosty wrote:Just going to point out now, Holly hasn't got no manga 'natural blue' hair - she's died if, being a bit of a rebel n' stuffs.

But I guess she may have started when she was younger.

It's all good.

Perhaps,since Vegas was dreaming,her subconscious was creating a "composite Holly",combining features of her both as a child and as an adult...???...Just a thought.

ghosty wrote:Just going to point out now, Holly hasn't got no manga 'natural blue' hair - she's died if, being a bit of a rebel n' stuffs.

But I guess she may have started when she was younger.

It's all good.

I know, but is a part of her char now, its how we see eachother. Will make it easier....... you know what.
And besides who never had a dream that somehow was true.

edit; also like Fitzz theory ..;

Isaac drove round to the stret adjacent to the adress where Pinkerton lived. Climbing out of the van he and the two others pulled on the bland dark hoodies Isaac had purchased ffrom a convience store half an hour ago. They skirted around the houses and into 'pinkys' garden. breaking down the back door as quietly as they could. Suzie quickly found the staircase adn at the top was a abthroom and a bedroom. Calling the others up they all filed into it now to wait....

(PM Sent Fitzz)

@Hlaine Larkin mk2

Keep in mind, if you fail, Pontius and Oliver will be PISSED!.

Fair play.

An hour had passed since the fight in Seans house. Since then, Ryan and Holly had been running constantly, the spark of humanity within Ryan spurring him on, forcing him to put Holly in front of Sean. It pained him to do this, but logically, the hunters wouldn't murder a human... hopefully.

They had both changed back, and, resting against a tree, Ryan caught his breath. It was short, ragged gasps, but he was managing. All the same, he needed to remove the Silver bullets soon, before it's poison spread. Holly, conscious she was now completely naked, her clothes tearing away in transformation, was sitting nearby, her back to him, to prevent Ryan catching a glimpse. She was nervously investigating her own injury, the bullet graze on her arm. It would be healed before the dawn, the silver hadn't infected the wound, thus not preventing coagulation.

Ryan too, explored his injuries. A bullet to the stomach. An injury that would put a human down for the count, simply made his midsection ache for a day or two. He was lucky, the shot had passed clean through him, and his flesh was knitting back together. His other injury though...

Shoulder wound, just under the shoulder blade, again. It felt warm, and painful to the touch, indicating the round was still embedded. He couldn't reach it, and so, careful not to embarrass Holly by looking at her body, politely coughed. She turned round, and blushed.

"Ugh, sorry." Ryan mumbled, crossing his legs.

"Can you give us a hand? There's a bullet...in my back. I can't reach it."

Holly, watching him sceptically, nodded. Afterall, he had thrown himself in the path of a bullet for her. He turned, and, revealed the wound. Holly reached into the fist sized hole, and carefully began to feel around the bloody casm for the round. She withdrew her hand suddenly with a yelp, and sucked her finger.

"Careful, Silver burns."

Holly put her hand back in again, and, after some difficulty, and no small amount of pain for both her and Ryan, the small, silvery bullet was pulled free, and discarded.

"Your turn."

Holly nodded again, seemingly mute from the shock that had been caused by what had transpired in the last hour of her life. Ryan was less careful, it was more of a case of pushing his fingers into her injury, grabbing what he had came for, and removing it with a yank.

They sat together, resting their heads against the hard bark of the tree, and, in a fashion, became relaxed with each others company.

As dawn broke across the countryside, the light blazing it's way across the golden wheat, they stirred.

"C'mon, we have to get back to Sean, see if he's ok."

"Won't he be?" Holly said, supporting Ryan, who was weak from blood loss.

"I can't imagine they'd do anything to him... they're fething hunter bastards. All they care about is eradicating our kind. Genocidal nazis..." he almost spat, obviously harbouring a grudge from his previous years.

"But why do they...y'know, hunt...us?" The last word was the hardest for Holly, but she was coming to accept what she had become. Already the smells and sights, previously unnoticed, were assailing her senses, and she was enjoying her new found strength.

"Because we're given a bad name by most of our species. We hunt, we feed, and we kill. Full moon we never have control, and we go for pretty much anything that smells like dinner. And believe me, everything smells like dinner on a full moon. Thing is, most of our species likes to abuse their power, by going after rarer meat."

"Like what?"

"Your proof."

Holly stopped, and stared. The wheat flowed around the two like an ocean, isolating them completely from the world.

"We...eat people?"

"I don't. Or I'm trying not to. It's something your going to have to come to terms with Holly, whether you like it or not. You're going to start to feel pangs nearer the Full moon, and suddenly, your school friend, whose sitting by your bedside in hospital, keeping you company, suddenly looks very appetizing. I've never met another wolf who doesn't fine pleasure in ripping out a humans throat, so far, I'm the only one who feels shame for what I've done."

"I'll never attack a human, it's monstrous!"

Ryan let out a short, mirthless laugh.

"Wait till the Full moons passed, then we'll see where your prejudices lie."

They carried on walking in silence for several minutes, Holly sulking several steps behind him, idly plucking heads of wheat as she passed, mercilessly skinning them of their seeds.

"Wait."

Holly stopped.

"Can you feel it?"

"No, what?"

"I think someone's driving towards us. I can hear a truck, and I can smell a person."

Holly and Ryan both flattened themselves onto the ground, and sure enough, seconds later, a Farm vehicle came into sight over the ridge. It was heading straight for them...

Event Set Up....

Matt Crossman sat at his computer,his cell phone in hand...on the end of the line Bernard Katz listened attentively...
" Matt...I appreciate your trying to hit it out the park with a huge story here....but..C'mon...you expect me to belive they're Werewolves in Empire City?" Katz chuckled.
" Just hang on 2 seconds Bernie" Crossman said .." I'm sending you a segment of the video I have right now..." with that,Crossman downloaded 15 seconds of the carnage at the police station and sent it to Katz via secured link,the video cutting off just as the woman begin her trasnformation...her face contorting and elongating into a wolfish visage in the last 3 seconds of the clip.

Crossman sat silently...knowing Katz was watching the clip over and over again,finally...Katz spoke.." My God Matt...is this for real?"

Crossman smiled " It's real,and what you have is just a drop in the bucket of the footage I have in my possesion.."

Katz paused for a moment..." I want you to fly out here as soon as you can...first thing in the morning..we've got a lot to discuss."

Crossman's smile widened...He could literaly smell the cash rolling in..." I'll be there...and Bernie...after tonight...I may even have more for you.."

Katz laughed " Your going to be a very wealthy man my friend..."

Crossman hung up and dialed Pinkertons number....

"Pinkerton.." Came the voice at the end of the line...

" Detective...it's Matthew Crossman...I've got everything ready to go...and I'll be placing the package in the Booth at 6:00 PM...just like you said I should...but...you guys better be there...and you better watch out for me.."
" Crossman...I don't want you anywhere near that Corner after you make the drop.." Pinkerton said.." The...people we're dealing with are dangerous....more than dangerous...they're...psychotic."
Crossman smirked..." I'll get clear Detective....but I won't go far...this is news...and I plan to be there to get what ever story there will be..."
" Your a bigger fool than I thought Crossman.." Pinkerton said " Your playing with your life..."
" My life is going to be fine Detective Pinkerton...I assure you of that" Crossman said..." See you at 6:00 PM"...he hung up before Pinkerton could reply.

Crossman glanced at the clock...4:30 PM...He just had time to get down to the studio at Chanel 5 and have Izzy fit him with a concealed Mic before he'd need to head for the drop,he stood and slipped on his jacket,placing the package containing the fake DVD in one pocket and the sleave with the real video in the other...after a moments hesitation he added his small snub nosed .357 revolver..."Just in case" he muttered.

He considered waking Amanda...but decided against it...she'd e up when he got back and they could celebrate before his trip to see Katz in the morning..snatching his car keys off the counter,he left his appartment.

As the front door closed and locked,the woman on the beds eyes flicked open...the good natured,if dim demenour gone...replaced by a look of calculating cunning..she glanced towards the door,a slight look of disgust passing over her face...in one fluid motion she was up from the bed,not bothering to dress...and scooping up he purse,pulling a small cell phone from inside...she dialed quickly and waited for a response...


Well...seems like Amanda isn't who she appears to be...who's the call going to...wait and see.
Also...Katz now has a 15 minute segment showing the beginings of a "Werewolf" transformation...

As for the event....Crossman will be dropping the package soon,under the watchful eyes of the combined FBI/Empire Police dept. forces..

...but...expect some "uninvited guest" as well....

Is 4.30 pm the official time now?

sillyboy wrote:Is 4.30 pm the official time now?

Yes...Official Game Time is 4:30 PM...oh...and as a second matter of interest ...Full Moon is in three days..

The truck rolled to a stop less than twenty metres from where Ryan and Holly were hiding, and a man, in his late 50s, wearing farm overalls, and smelling strongly of axel grease, dropped out of the vehicle, his heavy boots crunching heavily on the dry soil. The man casually leaned back into his truck, and pulled out a shotgun, and cradling it in his arm, began to advance on their position.

"gak, he's coming straight for us!" Holly whispered urgently.

"I think he knows we're here."

Holly stood up so suddenly that it made even Ryan jump. God knows how the Farmer must of reacted, but a second later, he stood up to, and standing side by side with holly, completely naked, with a now leering old man staring at them, they attempted to create a cohesive lie to escape from the situation they were in.

"Um, hi... we're a bit..."

"Lost."

Yeah, we're lost, and we need some clothes."

Holly was painfully aware of the man's eyes taking in every inch of her exposed body. Their lie was obviously going to fall short. They were both battered and bruised, and deep scars from where the life changing savaging occurred. If he saw the bullet holes, he didn't seem surprised, but the Farmer, eventually, after several awkward, silent seconds, nodded slightly.

"Y'all get in the back of the truck, I'll see if the missus has something in your...size."

They complied, and sat on the flatbed, as they were driven back across the field.

"Think he's ok?"

"He's a perv. Quicker we're out of here the better."

Ryan laughed.

Eventually a small farm came into view, and the truck slowed down, pulling into one of the large, open barns. It was all so similar, and Ryan recalled what happened when he was a child. Ever since then, Ryan was justifiably cautious around buildings which used trodden in faeces mixed with straw as a carpet.

"Y'all stay here, back in a moment." The farmer said, and then, quite casually, strolled off across the farm yard, whistling to himself.

"Like we'd move" Holly said, eyeing the suspiciously brown and sticky floor.

Agent Nash sat calmly at the desk,staring at the computer screen...behind him Agent Stollie paced back and forth ,ocasionally glancing at the screen himself..." This is some sort of joke...or cover up.." Stolie quipped ..It has to be."
Nash shushed him for the third time in so many minutes...he stared intently at the screen.
Fifteen minutes ago,Detective Pinkerton had contacted Nash and given him the combination to the security box in which the DVD containing the footage of the Werewolf attack on Collins and his men was contained,Pinkerton cautioned Nash that the video content would be dificult to belive...but swore to him that what he was going to see was in fact real....adding that he wanted Nash to fully understand what they were up against.

Pinkerton also asked that Nash keep the contents of the video " Under wraps"...Nash had agreed allowing only Agent Stollie to view the video along with him.

" You realize this is horse gak..." Stollie began again..." This Pinkerton is Dirty...on the take...just because ..these...Hit men dressed up in Halloween coustumes dosen't confirm anything... It's a smoke screen...you must know that."
Nash shushed Stollie again...viewing the film again..." Funny...these Halloween costumes just sort of grew out of those folks skin..." Nash said..." And...see what they did to this Investigator Collins...Teeth on that costume are sure in the hell real."
Stollie rubbed his eyes..." It's elaborate...I'll grant you that...but...surely you don't buy any of this gak...do you?"
Nash looked up at the fussy little man and sighed " Not sure what I'm buying right now...but I know you and I will be on the corner of Cherry and Oak in an hour to see for ourselves just what the hell is going on."
Stollie nodded..." I'll notify SWAT and..."...Nash cut him off..." No...I think we're going in low key.." He said " You...Myself ...four other Agents,two on the roofs,two on the street backing us up.."
Stollies face looked pinched..." Well...I suppose if that's how you want to handle it...but I.." Nash raised his hand again.." We can have a SWAT team on stand by a block away...unmarked...I dont want to spook who evers supposed to make this pick up away.."
Stollie nodded and Nash hit the replay feature ...watching the video again..." Call Pinkerton.." He said " Tell him to meet us there at 5:30 sharp."

Now Nash has seen the video....though he isn't complettely sold on it's contents...or is he?

Andy looked at Sean, blood caked around his mouth from the seven or so teeth he had pulled from his skull. Tears made lines in the blood like rivers on a map. He hadn't told Andy a thing and that truly upset Andy. It didn't matter though, he had a cellar full of tools to work with. A pair of shears caught his eye, he focused on it before looking back at Sean's fingers. Andy disappeared from Sean's vision only to return smiling like a devil, the shears opened in front of him.

"You know what I'm going to do with this?" Andy smiled and knelt next to Sean.

"F-f-feth off." Sean muttered through the pain.

"Poor choice once again." Andy slammed the shears down over Sean's pinky and closed them just enough to put pressure on the skin, "Want to reconsider your choice?"

Sean was quiet, until Andy slammed the handles together and removed the digit from Sean's hand. Blood spurted from the open wound and Sean howled in pain.

"Just tell me something and it will stop." Andy looked at the blood on the shears.

"Why are you doing this?" Sean grasped his hand.

"You're helping a werewolf, a werewolf who killed my partner." Andy said as he twirled the shears.

"You attacked them first!" Sean yelled, still in pain.

"We attacked first so they wouldn't." Andy began to think of how he could exploit this.

"Ry, he wouldn't attack you." Sean said.

"Oh really? Why is that?" Andy asked.

"He, he doesn't like killing people. He hates the fact that he did before." Sean blurted out and Andy realized he had something.

"He feels bad?" Andy fumbled through a pocket to pull out a small notebook, he tossed the notebook at Sean's face.

"What the hell is that?" Sean asked angrily.

"A list of names," Andy leaned closer to Sean, "names of werewolves and vampires who willingly let us kill them because they regretted what they did. Your friend doesn't regret gak, if he did he would've called us long ago to end his existence."

"No, he didn't like killing those people." Sean continued to cry out.

"Then why does he still run around the country!" Andy shouted, "He knows that he'll kill another person, yet he's fething content with living the life he is. He doesn't regret it, your friend is playing you something awful you tool."

"He wouldn't play me," Sean shouted back, "he's my brother!" spit and blood flew from his mouth.

Andy's smile grew at those words, "he's my brother" reverberated in his head.

"That's all I needed to know Sean." Andy said politely, "Sorry to say it though, but you won't live for much longer, at least not in the way you currently are."

Sean looked worriedly at Andy who began to walk upstairs out of the cellar. Seconds later he returned with Hawthorne.

"Why do you want me down here?" Hawthorne asked.

"I need you for something," Andy rummaged through some boxes on the shelf and found what he was looking for, "we'll chalk it towards your freedom."

Andy pulled the syringe out and removed the cap, Hawthorne furrowed his brow and began to shake his head. Sean had no idea what was going on in Andy's head but assumed it wasn't in his best interest.

"Hawthorne," Andy pulled a string off of the shelf as well, "I need you to do this for me and you may not like it but I promise this will be the last thing I ask you to do physically."

Hawthorne frowned and lifted up his sleeve while Andy tied a tourniquet around Hawthorne's arm and injected the needle to pull out some of his blood. Andy capped the syringe again and let Hawthorne remove the tourniquet.

"Now I need you to bite him." Andy pointed at Sean.

"What? No!" Hawthorne stiffened, "I refuse to."

"I'm not asking you to suck him dry Hawthorne," Andy said sternly, "just bite him.'

"No." Hawthorne responded only to have a pistol leveled at his face.

"I'm not asking anymore Hawthorne." Andy continued to aim the weapon at him. Hawthorne begrudgingly went over to Sean and bit his hand. Sean winced in pain as the fangs penetrated the flesh.

"Done." Hawthorne mumbled, hate towards Andy filled his voice. 30 years of no consumption of human blood down the drain.

"That's all I needed down Mr. Hawthorne," Andy smiled as he pointed towards the door, "you're almost a free man."
...........

Andy looked at Sean, "Come on, we have to arrange a meeting with your bro."


OOC: Andy is a bit of a jerk.

Uhh, anything about my RP? Anybody...?

No...?

Sorry it's just cops might find out what Atlas has just done and I want to see thier reaction...

@ Kais...

The Police and FBI are stretched pretty thin ATM ,trying to organize searches of over two dozen areas that Hawthorne provided them with...they just haven't found your crime scene as of yet...but don't worry they will...


@ Nachos...Andy's defineitly pulling out all the stops on Sean to locate Ryan...Didn't expect him to bring Hawthorne into it..BTW...if your plan is to "infect" Sean...he's got to drink some of Hawthornes blood...but if your just trying to "get the vamp scent" on him...what you've done works.

Mordoskul wrote:@Hlaine Larkin mk2

Keep in mind, if you fail, Pontius and Oliver will be PISSED!.

I think this should pan out OK for us, unless pinky really wants things to go south

For the record, Chowderhead and Perkunstin,due to understandable reasons,have both had to bow out of the RP...however,have both graciously permited their characters to carry on ( I will be controlling Hawthorne and Musatei along with their npcs) in the interest of the RP...


Within the dimly lit farm house,the phone rang...after some considerable time,a blood soaked Figure answered the call..." Yes..." Came a seductive drawl.
" He's left....he's got the video on him." The voice on the line said.
" Amanda..." The figure said a smile parting it's blood slicked lips..." So good to hear from you so soon...Does he mean to deliver the video to....them..?"a look of disgust passed over the figures features.
" No.." Amanda said " He's wrapped a film in the package he's going to put in the phone booth...the real video is in his pocket..."
The figure laughed..." Idiot...he's seen to many movies....fancies himself some sort of secreat agent..." the figure paused " Your certian it was a...Vampire he spoke to..demanding the package?"
" I'm sure..." Amanda said..." I heard the voice...it was one of...them.."
The figures tone grew harsh.." Clearly a ploy to manipulate us...No doubt that self righteous egomaniac Pontius is behind this some how..."
" If what you've told me is true...I would agree." Amanda said..." Do you belive he will be there...to pick up the package..."
The figure paused again...thinking..." Doubtful...he'll most likely send one of his lackeys...but....we will be there...both to retrive the real video...and to take Pontius thrall...we will force him to lead us to that ...ticks hiding place..."
" You should be aware...Pinkerton and others have been notified by Crossman of the situation...they will be there as well." Amanda said..
" The police don't concern me Amanda...Finding Pontius takes importance over all risk..." the figure replied..." Stay where you are...we shall pick you up shortly..."
The figure hung up and turned to two others..." We hunt soon..."....The two nodded as the figure picked up the phone and dialed again..

RP:

Atlas suddenly heard a load buzzing coming from something in his backpack. At first he was confused by this, but then remembered how he had come in possession of a mobile. He had bought one almost 2 years ago when he left the orphanage. It was on for some reason, which meant Rose must have been been using it.
He ran into a dark alleyway and opened backpack to take out his mobile. It was an unknown caller.

"Hello?" Atlas said to the mysterious caller.
"Hello."
"Who is this?"
"My name is of no concern."
"Tell me, why are you calling, how do you even know me."
"I can answer the first question. Because we need you to help with something that you may find quite satisfying."
"Oh yeah, and what could that be?"
"Crossman, he works in the press, will be arriving at a Phonebooth quite close to your location not long from now. Go there, and you can kill him."

Atlas smiled at this thought, and then considered this to be very useful information.

"Okay, I'll do it, when should I be there?"
"Just make your way now," and the line went dead.

Atlas thought about the whole conversation he just had. Somebody wanted to help him kill Crossman. Why would that be?

He wiped the questions from his mind, as he would have to be making his way to the Phonebooth quite soon. He remembered it from his last visit to the city. He would be there in no longer than 3 minutes.

He smiled again, before he disappeared into the shadows.

@ Kais...

Good deal...you will now be one of the Wolves who will be showing up for the Phone Booth Event...which will be starting tonight...please...please refrain from taking any other actions other than perhaps RPing your character ariving at the Corner of Cherry and Oak streets...no combat until the event begins...

Also...is Rose going to be going with you?...or is this you on your own?

On my own as it has only been a day, tops, since she was sverely wounded. She is currently out of action back at the cave.

Pinkerton stood staring at his watch...he and Ellis would have to be leaving the Hunters farm soon and returning to meet up with Nash to make preparations at the drop sight for Crossmans package....and to be ready for whoever turned up to retrive it...
Pinkerton turned looking at Danny..." We have a situation in the city that we have to attend to...good posiability that they'll be plenty that will interest your...organization...if you'd like to send some of your people along...that's fine by me."
Danny paused for a moment and scratched his chin..." I guess that would be up to them..." he replied. " I got to see bout setting up a way out of the country for old Hawthorne in there.."
Pinkerton nodded and laid everything out to the Hunters that sat at the table...


Ok...that's an open invite for any Hunter Pc to join in the Phone Booth event....though I'm assuming Andy is a bit side tracked ATM.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:On my own as it has only been a day, tops, since she was sverely wounded. She is currently out of action back at the cave.

Very true...good thinking.