The Mystical Hunt » Places

         A stately figure entered the church with steps that seemed to bear weight not only in the physical sense but also in a way that imposed on her own state of mind. Incredible as it was that the top man would be willing to go out and see the grunt work, there was no doubt that this person was the boss. Pigeon quickly holstered her pistol in respect and gave a short bow. "Fancy seeing you here." She gave him a welcoming smile. "But I don't suppose the number one comes out for just no reason."

It was quite flattering when he mentioned seeing her file. He probably went through hundreds of them, so she was even more happy that he had remembered it. "Yes, that's me !" She replied when he named her. "Aw, I'm in a bit of trouble, aren't I ? Please, don't be mad. The other guy caught a cold. Poor thing started coughing when I touched him. And anyway, you may like what I have here."

Pigeon circled the altar and gestured to the whole place in general. "Hanging back and observing has benefits; the living one escaped into this church once he left his friend out there to blow up in the face of the team. Quite a nasty one, that was. I'm surprised half of them were left." On her eyepiece, she could see the living Hunters milling about. "The survivors are fine, I treated them myself. A bit of rest and they'd be raring to go. Though I'm not sure even their mothers could love faces like that anymore."

"As for our quarry, I'm certain it hasn't exited this place since. I don't know much of the nature of this thing but right now we seem pretty close to nabbing it as it must be pretty exhausted by now. What do you say ?"