Crystal's Story

Derrick was annoyed, he had just gotten off the phone with the scion elders and informed of the situation. If the Elders were not happy, no one would be happy and they had made it clear that he would be the one making sure of that.

With a sigh the man adjusted his sunglasses before stepping out of the black car with tinted windows. As he walked towards the police in charge of contamination he pulled out an MI5 badge and started going to work.

As he spoke to various members of the police, hospital staff, and hazmat suits his sunglasses came off. No one noticed the mage as he he got information and systematically altered memories of those involved to make sure things lined up with the correct cover.

After the fifth person he talked to and had to change memories on his annoyance grew into frustration.

He could just feel it, today was not going to be a good day.
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Fel slightly stirred after Montana finished his wounds whimpering as she was laid on the bed. "Montana you came, I knew you would." A serene smile crossed the fallen's face before it turned into a frown. "Arc he listened to this woman and just started killing."

She shuddered at the memory "The guy he killed was his contact, why would he do something like that?"

After she got the words out she felt faint once more and slipped by into unconsciousness.

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Crystal stared at Lulu, the woman had just mentioned green blood and another girl.

"Stride? Montana? do you think that she knows something about the murders?"

As Stride told the events that led up to finding the strange bloody vampire they shared a room with she decided to add on her own info. "I think a pack of you know.... wolves went after her I smelt them in the ally we got her from. Yeah waiting till she isn't high sounds like a good idea cause people see strange stuff tripping."

It was at this point Crystal checked her cell and turned to Stride. Pizza, they were talking about pizza at a time like this? Montana, Stride, Stranger, and herself were covered in blood and she wanted to know if they wanted pizza. It was confusing and yet, Crystal found she was starting to get really hungry.

"Can you tell Kora to grab me a slice of meat supreme pizza please."

After all Crystal had no desire to talk to the other wolf or any wolves in general, especially the ones she was expected to pack with.

Another message caught her attention, one from Issac. "Hey Stride Issac said he is on his way back and will be here soon. Also mentioned something about orange tape." With the information passed onto Stride Crystal replied back to Issac.

'Don't call me kiddo, and thought it was supposed to be red tape? Anyways got a neat story to tell you when you get back I found drugs and brought home a guest -C'

“No shit, Sherlock,” Stride drawled, slipping her phone from her pocket now that Montana had things under control. Several missed messages; one from Issac, another from Oren. As she clicked through the texts- starting with Issac’s- she continued to speak, occasionally looking up at her company. “Might be just sayin’ some random shit, but I kinda doubt it. Seems too specific- ‘specially with the whole attack n’ all. ‘Sides, the...”

The hybrid trailed off, suddenly, staring down at her screen with an unreadable expression (masks, after all, tended to have that effect). She said nothing for a few moments, simply reading the message she had opened, before pressing down on one of the keys, and allowing Oren’s voice to drone softly out from the speakers. After a few words from the woman, Stride eventually paused the recording, walked out of the room, and pressed play once more.

Upon the message’s conclusion, Stride stayed silent for a few moments, before walking back in and muttering under her breath.

“What the fuck.”

This, of course, soon grew loud enough for the others in the room to hear, and soon enough she had brought her gaze up with a scowl. “Well,” she began, eyes flicking over to Montana, “Mind tellin’ us more about what went on ‘fore ya flounced, now that the lady’s taken care of?”

As she spoke, Stride glanced back at her phone, thumbs skipping along the keys as she typed up the proper messages; first to Oren, seeing as how she was already in the conversation.

‘medical’s room up and running, but we kinda had our hands full on our end. how the fuck is the cryptid alive?’

Then, to Issac,

‘did u rly fuck off in the middle of a mission? u better have crapped ur pants or something. orens pissed.’

Finally, Stride flicked over to Kora’s name into her contacts, typing out the most important message of all.

‘also, crystal wants some meat supreme pizza.’

Pizza, after all, was the most important objective.

Lulu's gaze was well met, and her searching mirrored Montana's own, somewhat younger gaze. Her baby blues were guarded, but intent. Even with the painkillers that ran through her veins her eyes held the focus needed to study who she was talking to. "Not a Wolf, no. My humanity is an issue I only debate with myself." A small joke, but one that held a small amount of truth behind it. Something to set the mood between them. 'Your mind is in good company with mine' Not in the sense that she struggled with the same things, but that one intelligence wouldn't find anything amiss in the other. That implied a lot.

"My associates simply helped you because you needed it, I imagine. I saw a person wounded in a way that didn't exceed my knowledge, so I did the same."


Stifled honesty might be best at work here, in his opinion. Crystal inadvertently said as much when she brought up the murders There was nothing to gain from outright lies. They had taken the woman to their safe house, she had seen their faces and knew the diagram of their blood. She could be a well placed spy of the White Rose, or even the Cult they were looking for. The options, were endless. One of those options was that she was a wounded vampire that meant them no ill intent, and was attacked for reasons native to herself. If they needed to wipe her mind, Derrick had his well polished loafers on ground. A memory wipe was that mans bread and butter.

"Our help has no strings attached, but if you could tell us who attacked you, it could shed some light on our situation." Our was the word he used in particular, for very good reason. Our meant, we have involved ourselves in an attempted slaying, or warning of some kind, and I'd appreciate knowing a little of what we've gotten ourselves into. He didn't expect her life story, or what she might have done before that influenced the situation. Just a what. The rest would come later.

"I can go into that in detail in a short while." He replied to Stride. "It's a bit of a long story." Loosely translated, I'd rather not talk about it in front of the vampire in case she's not receptive to who we might be.

He'd send out the message now, and quickly, pocket texting as he always did. One message. "Advise caution. Arcturus, followed White Rose member alone" He set it on a minute timer, to all standing SCION operatives.

The pace of the conversation whizzed over Lulu’s head, the mud-colored haze of her mind not able to scrutinize data at anywhere near her normal capacity. A few key phrases stuck out as important, though she couldn’t piece all of them immediately together.

She didn’t think she had much pertinent information to “the murders” in question, but she did know about at least one untimely disposal of a body. 



Though whether or not these were people who needed to have such information had yet to be seen.

The man’s studying glance did not unnerve her in the least, and she blinked hard, fighting her eyes to stay open and return it. “I dunno…” she paused in her speech, trying to pluck the right phrasing out despite her impaired processing, “I don’think they want me… talkin’.” The faintest hint of an old New York accent crept into her tone at the end of her phrases; an old habit trying to seize advantage of her lazy tongue.

She turned her head slowly to the side to look at the young wolf in the room, her gaze taking her in fully, as if searching for any recognition. Finding none, she cast her eyes back to her inquisitor. She stared at the jugular vein of his neck, watching the subtle rhythm of his pulse for concern, and then stared at his forehead for any sign of a cool sweat.



“Wolves,” she said at last, her voice hardly rising above a whisper. “A- a pack. Tryin’a shut me… Shut me up.”

Montana’s words only got a grunt of acknowledgement in response, Stride crossing her arms over her chest as she waited. While the hybrid was more prone to violence than not, she wasn’t unintelligent; speaking on the matter with fresh ears about was dangerous.

However, Stride was still as intent to get information out of her coworker as ever. After all, not only were the details still quite hard to swallow- and even a tad hazy, although they were much clearer than when she had assumed the worst- but leaving while such a shitstorm was going on was...a bit unbelievable.

As if in response to her musings, she soon found her pocket abuzz once more. Curious, she drew her phone out, only to find a text from Montana.

...Well, that explained at least something. Somewhat placated, Stride slid the device back into her pocket, and allowed her arms to fall to her sides.

At the sound of the cryptid speaking up, Stride’s focus immediately switched back to settle upon the vampire, watching her inquisitively. It seemed that she was still hesitant; as if she expected the wolves to come bounding through the wall at any moment.

“Look, lady,” Stride said, “as long as you’re with us, ya don’t have to worry. And we’re not gonna tell anyone that you told us anythin’- we can give ya a pinkie swear if ya want. So don’t worry, yeah?”

In an absentminded motion, she rose a hand to scratch at her face, but thought better of it. “Why’d they try to shut ya up? Ya said somethin’ bout a girl; were they doin’ somethin’ with her?”

In truth, Montana most likely would have been much better at squeezing information from their little guest, Stride couldn’t keep herself from jumping on the subject. This was as best of a lead as they had until Oren and the not-quite-dead cryptid arrived, and every little thing they could get mattered in a case like this.

'You're taking the hunters, and me to make sure they don't try and knife you while you're driving. Try and take a roundabout route so they can't locate it easily from any landmarks in case we need to drop them in a hurry, alright?
-O'


Issac nodded reading over the text. Oren didn’t trust them, odds are she was right to not trust them. The gears in Issac’s mind turned. Toby wasn’t a threat so much, at least to Oren, Spire would be more of an issue than him, but he could handle Spire if things went sideways like everything else had gone today.


The van was a windowless single cabin van, with a ‘hallway’ between the driver's cabin and the rear storage section. With Toby and Oren in the back Spire would be forced to behave for the most part, Issac doubted that Spire would make a move knowing Toby was locked in the back with a vampire, granted the only thing that separated them would be a few seconds of empty space, but a whole hell of a lot could happen in a few seconds.

Issac opened the Cab, and the side rear door as the 3 person group wandered by.
“ Mind sitting in the back Oren? I’d like to chat with Spire for a while, catch up and all” He said with an honest smile. Hopefully Oren would catch what he was up to, and simply agree. It was better to have a set of eyes on both of them rather than keep the hunters in the back , at their backs. Human or not Issac had little doubt that Spire wouldn’t hesitate to kill both of them if he could get away with it. The last time Issac had seen the boys there was a roaring hate in the ‘eyes, and emotion like that didn’t die easily.

Issac knew that first hand. This was going to be an interesting car ride for sure.

Issac’s phone buzzed.

‘
'Don't call me kiddo, and thought it was supposed to be red tape? Anyways got a neat story to tell you when you get back I found drugs and brought home a guest -C' ‘



“ Wonderful, I hope you brought some home for our guest as well, This is gonna be a hell of a party. We are taking a roundabout way back to the batcave. Prep the first aid area for one badly injured cryptic with multiple gunshot wounds. Don’t say anything to your guest if you can avoid it. And no, I said what I meant, figure it out….. Kiddo. : P I. S ”

Then to stride


" long story, talk to you when I get home I.S "

Issac looked up after hitting send. He really didn’t wanna hang around here anymore… Not with the Bio-hazard crew starting to poke around. Fuck, their other vehicle was still parted around the bend. Not that there was much to do about it now… Hopefully no one had left anything important in it.

“ So , where too?”


(ooc: sorry i've been awol, work sucks. )

He nodded as she spoke, listening intently to every word. Werewolves were an interesting cryptid for him to deal with. Their agility, mixed with their canine physiology made non lethal takedown difficult when engaging in close quarters, the main difference being the intent behind their mutual violence. One wrong move could spell grievous injury, followed by death. Well, for humanoids anyway.

It was good she told him. If she was telling the truth, he knew what to prepare for. There was no doubt in his mind that the ramifications of their actions would resonate for some time. The girl was probably being watched in the alley, with news of her saviors traveling to the right ears once Stride and Crystal departed.

Stride chimed in, a bit ham fisted as always. Compounding her questions with his own, especially since the vampire was feeling the effects of the painkillers, didn't make sense. Montana preferred to tackle subjects like this with some amount of subtlety, showing their hand so eagerly wasn't in his immediate line of questioning.

Leading a person to a confession was better then pulling it out in his opinion. Leading them to it made them trust you a little bit more then you just asking them, to him anyway.

"Yes, we can handle any hostility that may yet arise."

Montana gave a reassuring nod, adding only that to Stride's words. It was always possible Stride could extract information as she did. He had no feelings of superiority, only an idea of how things should be handled.

Lulu shrunk at the masked woman’s abrasive impatience— She was asking so many questions, and so quickly that the vampire’s brow furrowed as she tried to keep up with each one. 



The woman was a loose cannon, or so it seemed, but at the very least it showed that she was candid: She was too reckless with her words to have been dishonest.

Lulu took a sighing breath, finally pulling her gaze away from the man to stare at a bit of empty space just past his face. There were flecks of dust in the room, and they caught in the light and spun, leaving trails of broken luminance in their paths.


The wounds on her body had begun pulling themselves together with a subtle tugging sensation, healing in moments what would have taken a human weeks. 

Even so, she knew she’d have hours to go before she would be in any shape to fight back agains those in the room— If they wanted to kill her, they likely would have done it by now. 



Her stare snapped back to the man when he spoke, his even tone pulling her out of the momentary daze. She reached out faintly toward the edges of the cot, nails drumming as she sifted through the questions posed. “The- The York Moors Pack,” she said at last, “I’ma- a private eye, kinda, ‘nd’ve… Well, I had a lead on them, ‘nd I checked it out… Tailed them for few days, ’nd I found’em carryin’ something. It smelled... dead. And they dumped it. So I waited for’m to leave, and looked.”

She drew a quavering breath, digging into the fabric underneath her with curled fingers. Her hands shook slightly, as she continued, “It was a— a body. But not like one’ve seen before. She was bashed in bad. And- and her blood. She bled green.”

She unclenched her hands, blinking heavily as the continued wave of the IV drip flowed into her bloodstream. “The wolves were waiting f’me in my flat when I came back. And the rest…” Lulu gestured downward to her tattered state, “Yeah.”

Mm, a private investigator who dug where some didn't wasn't there to be digging. Attacked so they'd shut up. It was a classic tale, one he was sure the vampire had encountered more then once in her career. It was the risk ran by anyone in her line of work. Touching secrets without the backing of the law or an organization...usually. Easily as dangerous, if not more so then espionage, depending on what secrets an investigator managed to stumble on. She must be good at her job, to have lived this long.

Green blood, their Cryptid in the morgue. Blending in with the grey tile in a way red never could. This woman had just moved up from, 'under protection' to, 'intelligence asset under protection.' Not only had she located the creature, but she had done so with traditional sleuthing ability. The wheels of circumstance continued to turn, drawing the curtain that obscured truths portrait, slowly slowly.

"The York Moors Pack." Not packless vagabonds or hitmen for hire. The local pack itself. There was always a possibility they were pawns working as a proxy for something else, but he'd save that speculation for when his team members arrived. "Giving us this name means we can watch their movements, my thanks for the added defense." He'd send a message to SCION headquarters. The Moors Pack would be moved in threat level. Operatives should be vigilant, and prepared for possible attack.

"You've told us a great deal. I won't pry into who hired you for the job, if you don't want to share. If you do, It would only serve to answer some questions I have to the nature of this situation. If you'd like to rest, I'll have two of our three leave, and the last will stay here."

"Everything you say will be handled with the utmost respect and secrecy."

He meant it. He wasn't going to get anyone killed with an offhanded comment. Loose lips, sink ships.

Stride echoed Lulu’s words quietly under her breath. A private eye that very much ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. However, unlike what she had assumed, it wasn’t by accident. The whole event wasn’t just a matter of coincidence, of accidentally seeing something the woman shouldn’t have, and facing immediate retaliation.

A brief, almost humorous thought flickered in Stride’s mind before dying out. Werewolf mafia. Followed by that something more fitting to the situation- Kora had sent a text mentioning that she had convinced the local packs to stay out of the way, but…

Well, it looked as if one had already caused a bit of a mess.

Rubbing her hands together, Stride frowned to herself before adding to the conversation yet again. “What he really means is ‘if ya wanna relax then I’ll boot these two outta here, and I’ll just be sittin’ here readin’ or starin’ or some shit ‘til you’re ready.”

From the combination of her mask- effectively serving as somewhat of a muffler- as well as her usual rolling tones, it was difficult to tell whether the comment was supposed to be considered a jab, a mere observation, or even some attempt at humor.

No matter what its intended purpose, however, Stride was willing to step off nevertheless. After all, while she couldn’t be considered “chummy” with the man, she had worked with Montana for long enough to not be lashing out for the sole purpose of being petty. Besides, her only strong ammo at the moment had been damaged if Arc was the reason for Montana running off, anyway.

“Anyway, ya really are in safe hands ‘round here, lady,” she went on. “Most we’ll do is be assholes.”

The mention of rest triggered a yawn to force its way past Lulu’s lips. She made a drowsy attempt to cover it, only to realize that the arm she was trying to move was the one attached to the IV line. She ket her hand fall back down against the sheets in defeat.

She wanted nothing more than to curl up onto her side and drift off, enjoying the rare warmth that coursed through her body— It was a shadow of what being human felt, but it was the closest thing she knew of.



These people needed intel, however, and they would get it from her sooner or later. 

In a line of work where time was of the essence, it was only courteous to offer it sooner. 



“The client’s an old bird, whose daughter went missing a monthorso back,” Lulu explained, “The girl’s an adult. So she’s just missin, ‘nd not reported kidnapped or…” She paused to try and stifle another yawn, with little success, and ended up blinking for a few seconds longer than she had intended before picking back up, “…or anything like that. I caught wind someone’d seen her, and snooped around a bit, ‘nd it turns out it was wolf territory. I heard the York Moors were loose cannons, so I figured… I was expecting them to’ve turned her.”



The fatness of her own tongue was cringeworthy to her ears, but she doubted anyone could blame her for it in the moment. 

“I keep my informants names to myself, though. ’S good business.” 



The lagging end of the masked woman’s statement stuck out in her mind, and Lulu chuckled softly turned to address her. “Thanks, I guess. For not bein’ too muchuva ass. And… I’m Lulu. Or Lady. Or whatever floats your boat. I'd ask your name, but... Idunno if someone with a mask's keen to give that out.”

"It seems our goals continue to run parallel Lady Lulu." In the absence of a surname, he opted to combine the two names she had given. There was a regal tone to the coupling that was not lost on Montana. "We could speculate she was simply turned of her own free will, but the opposite can be said as well, and a corpse dripping with green ichor seems to speak of a more sinister direction."

He patted her bedside softly. "I don't want to bore you with what you've already thought, as I said, I won't ask you to name your employer. However if you feel as if this person is in any danger, feel free to tell us." If she requested, he'd have eyes put on her immediately. This offer for protection was less about protecting assets, and more about protecting people. A paycheck was a means of survival, but not his reason for joining SCION.

"There have been a number of missing persons in the area, as I'm sure you know." Montana removed his hair-tie, and gently shook his hair free. He swept his hair back, and placed the hair tie in his pocket. "Your help is appreciated of course, any information we find on your clients daughter we'd be more than willing to share. We've got the muscle to question the York Moors Pack, if subtle inquiries prove unsuccessful."

Who was that? Kora? To his knowledge, she'd been talking with the local wolves today, along with Mr.Wiseman. "Would one of you mind informing the newcomers we've got a guest If they haven't been informed." Montana's dark eyes looked toward the door for a moment, then back to the deep green of The Lady Lulu's. His tone wasn't commanding, it was a request, polite, and direct.

Stride gave a slight roll of her shoulders. “Got no problem with it,” she said. “Just call me Stride, yeah?” She took a moment to grin slightly under her mask. An odd, mystery organization rescuing someone out of the blue, a woman with something that sounded like a codename...Made her feel like one of those badass secret agents on a quest for justice.

Like James Bond, except with more werewolves and vampires and whatever. Which was even more badass-sounding than regular James Bond.

After the moment of pride had passed, Stride adjusted her mask slightly, pushing it back into place. The woman- Lulu- had reminded her just how uncomfortable the thing was, especially in comparison to her usual wear. She’d have to take a brief trip to one of the rooms to trade it for her goggles, as she didn’t feel quite up to making the long trip back to the hotel while still dressed like this.

She had done her duty for the day; now, she could properly take a breather.

Stride had been about to inform the little gathering of her decision when echoes of a voice had reached the room. It was a bit hard to understand what, exactly, the words were, but simple enough to match the voice to the name.

And that name brought a well-earned meal.

“I’ll go take care of it,” Stride said. “Need to go out n’ change outta this shit, anyway.” Eyes flicking back down to Lulu, she added, “But yeah; ya don’t have to worry ‘bout the case or anythin’. And, eh,” a slight grin, “might not wanna thank me too soon, there.”

Cracking her knuckles, she then proceeded to exit the room, taking a quick detour to the one suitcase she had left behind at the safehouse. Stride merely peeled off the remains of her jacket and changed her mask before leaving, however; after all, while Kora’s reaction to her waltzing up in a wolf mask and bloody costume would probably be funny, dealing with a giant head over hers usually made eating quite laborious.

Upon stepping into the main room, Stride found that more of her coworkers had arrived. The rookie boys- their names had slipped her mind- asking about information before saying something about not finding anything about blood or magical energy or whatever.

“Well,” she started, stretching an arm out lazily, “we ended up findin’ a new lead out on festival duty. She got pretty fucked up; had to patch her up over in the medical place. Ended up seein’ too much n’ gettin’ caught.”

Stride would wait until the food was out of Kora’s hands before she mentioned the topic of the local werewolves being involved.

Instead of continuing on the topic for the moment, she turned her attention back to the two boys, squinting at them through her goggles. “Hey, weren’t you two ‘pposed to be on festival duty? The hell where did ya go off to?”

The “Lady” bit of her name had been intended as an echo of what Stride called her, but Lulu chuckled dryly at the man’s adaptation of the title. “I doubt she’s ‘’live f’she’s around them any….” Her speech was interrupted, again, by a yawn. “… anymore. Couldn’t smell her on the wolves’ who got me. But… may’ve been the smell’f wet dog.”

After the words had already left her mouth, she cast a guilty look toward the girl-wolf who had helped in rescuing her. 



She’d have to be more careful of her tongue. 



“Not um… Sorry, ‘bout that. You smell… You smell fine,” she fumbled, though she only half meant it. 

As far as her overly sharpened senses were concerned, a recently shifted wolf stunk like an animal. The girl didn’t smell at the moment, but there was no doubt that the stink of her kind would be stuck in her hair the morning after the full moon.

The former direction of where Lulu had been heading with her speech was lost. She tried to backtrack her thoughts, but the loose ends unraveled and were whisked away by the sounds of more people entering the building. 

“Stride?” Lulu asked curiously as Stride turned, but the masked woman had already headed out of the room. She was promptly replaced by another visitor, this one just as cold, but distinctly vampiric in odor. The investigator stared at him for a long moment, her eyes sharp in their scrutiny despite the lack of focus. 

Very wealthy, by his dress. And not young, by the way he carried himself.

The failure of everyone else around to offer a name had not slipped her notice; another reminder that she wasn’t on the side of the desk to ask questions. Or, apparently, be given consideration in conversation.



“Wolf attack,” she interjected as the vampire posed his question to the man, a not-so-subtle reminder that she may have been down, but she could still speak for herself, “Two’ve your people found me. Lulu Botrelle, by th’way,” she continued, and offered a tired hand to shake, “Private Investigator.”

A reply had been lifting from the tip of his tongue when Lulu had interjected. Instead of interrupting, he waited until she was finished to respond to Alexander's query. Ms.Botrelle had certainly taken the steps to assert herself. Which was important, and impressive, considering she was doing so from the venerable position she was in. "Yes, in regards to our new house mate, we will need another shipment of blood packs." Montana appreciated his fellow operatives subtly with a short nod. "And more, possibly for Mr.Longbow."

The smile that pulled at Montana's cheeks wasn't indicative of mirth. It was a grim thing, that spoke of a sordid affair he couldn't share in current company. When his head moved back, the smile evaporated, leaving a more natural look of contentment in its place. "I plan on sharing my findings during our conclave, but if you'd like to be prepped before, I can facilitate you in a short while." Montana understood wanting to be informed. This pseudo clairvoyance on meeting matter could lend a more measured response then if the information is new. Or it just sated curiosity.

"If you couldn't smell her on them she could very well be gone." "If you are able, I'd like to prematurely extend the invitation to join our interrogation, if only to identify the wolves who took part in the attack, this is a lot to task, given how recent their attack was, but I fear if we don't act soon our window of opportunity may be shut by Madam Fate."

He rested his elbow on the railing of her bed, and his chin on his thumb, leaving the index finger to trail up toward his cheekbone. "Of course my fellows might not be to keen on the idea, as you are relatively unknown, and I'd have to take my own precautions of course, but I view it as my favourite option right now."

If the Moors Pack had a hand in this young woman's death or disappearance, he'd see someone answered to it. That went for any organization that was aiding whomever was working in the shadows. It was 2015, there were plenty of ways to flay a foe in this modern age.

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Montana was completely unruffled by Lulu's response. It was warranted, despite her perspective on the meaning behind his words. Truthfully, the pendulum could swing either way and he'd find a way to benefit. He offered a pleasant quarter smile, indicative that he understood where she was coming from. "Of course Lady Lulu." He held a comfortable tone, one that let his words float out evenly.

"You're free to continue your investigation alone as you have started. You've been forthright with what you did know, and helpful in shedding light on situations we've dealt with recently. The nature of my organization keeps me from explaining its details without permission, but I can assure you, we will be hands off, and out of your hair when you choose to carry out your own interrogation of the York Moors Pack, the ones who attacked you in particular I expect."

He collected himself from the rail and leaned back in his seat. "I'll be removing the stitches from your lighter wounds soon, and then from the heavier ones as they show signs of being healed. If you're uncomfortable with any amount of people in here when I do so, I'll have them leave until I am finished."

As soon as the car rolled to a halt, Christina swung out of the door, releasing her grip on the handle as soon as she had her balance. She unlocked the door to the safehouse and walked into the hall.

“We need the medical bay!” she warned loudly, wondering which of his coworkers had made it back in the failure circus their mission had become. Hell, the superiors were probably waiting to pounce on them for messing up…

Pushing the thought away, she went back to hold the door open so Madison could carry the injured cryptid into their hideaway without injuring it any further. That wouldn’t probably get them into even more trouble and the thought of more trouble than what she’d get just for being present made her want to squirm.

“Come on!” she called to Madison, then turned her head back towards the house. “And can someone come clean the car?” or hold doors, she guessed, either would work fine.

“Actually, I think we should save that job as a punishment,” Madison commented cheerfully, turning to pick the crypid up once again before approaching the safehouse. “Would definitely teach them a lesson, don’t you think?”

As expected of the vampire, he maintained his breezy demeanour in spite of sporting large, bright green patches of ooze upon the front of his dress, and having spent the past several minutes attempting to drive as carefully over speed-bumps as possible. He opened the door handle with his fingertips in favor of waiting for someone to open it for him, slipping inside once the gap was widened to his satisfaction.

Instead of marching right on through like Oren, however, Madison smiled at his coworkers as he passed by. “Kora, Phoebe, boys,” he greeted calmly, as if he were merely carrying around bags of groceries instead of a dying cryptid.

Upon reaching the medical bay, he was surprised to find that it was already quite filled. Not only were several of his fellow SCION agents already there, but so was an unfamiliar woman, laid out on one of the cots. Their attention did not seem to be on the stranger, however, but on each other.

It looked like his fellow vampires were quite irate at the moment.

“Oh, let her rant, Alex. From the sound of it, a lot of them have been having a rough day.” Speaking with nothing short of familiarity, Madison continued into the bay, pausing to place the cryptid gingerly upon a cot before turning back to the gathered.

“Besides, while I’m not an expert on these sort of things, I don’t think arguing while someone has their insides falling out is good bedside manner.”

Sometime during the initial interrogation of Lulu Crystal had slipped away. The blood on her hands and clothing making her feel nauseated and bring up painful memories. The heat and noise of the shower as she scrubbed herself clean of the blood was therapeutic, and took her mind off the mission at hand. Or it did until the sound of screaming carried through the building and into the house.

With a sigh Crystal stepped out of the shower and changed into a new set of clothing before heading off to see what the comotion was about. Once she saw all the blood, another half dead person in the room she promptly got out of the way and went to the living room.

Beneath the smell of blood she could smell the sweet scent of pizza. Darting over to the box, Crystal grabbed a slice of meat pizza before darting away. She had no desire to be be near the person holding the box. Instead Crystal moved towards the other rookies in the room who must have arrived during her shower excursion.

"So uhh how did your questioning go? We found a vampire attacked by a werewolf pack and she mentioned something about green blood. So were pretty sure she knows something about the thing in the morgue." Said thing seemed to currently be in the house as the smell of it's putrid blood was unmistakable.

Even as she spoke more people enter the living room and a familiar scent hit her nose. Her eyes feel on Spire starring at the man for a moment before turning back to the two 'children'. As she spoke to them she slowly moved to a position where they were in-between her and the newest wolf entering the building.
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Fel's eyes popped open as shouting and urge to heal pain started accompanied by her own pain. Shaking as she got up, Fel limped over to her back up wheel chair in the room. Exerting a ton of effort she managed to wheel the thing to the medical bay where a new wave pain washed over her.

Reaching out Fel touched Orren with a shaking hand trying to get the doctor's attention and healing her at the same time. "Arc got turned? Is he here? What happened? I think some vampire used some type of mind control because he started killed people."

Her hands shook more than they should and she started feeling nausea on top of the pain. This sickness was more than something caused by the wounds she had received something was wrong, very wrong. Focusing through the haze she eyed the person Madison was holding, instead of the urge to heal the person she was hit with a repulsion.

Her instincts took over and without realizing it Fel rolled her wheel chair away from Madison and the creature. Her own voice was loud and uncharacteristically cold "Let it die."

Fel blinked as if her own words surprised her, she felt guilty. Fel loved everyone vampires, werewolves, mages, and humans. Yet this one creature made her feel sick and want to run away. It was a confusing set of emotions to deal with.