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Reiken: The Search For Souls

PHANTEM Head Quarters

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a part of Reiken: The Search For Souls, by Ketiou.

Though it is a part of a hundred story building, PHANTEM seemed like they got the short end of the stick. They are within D.A.N's first official corporate office. A world monument, yet here they are in the small left over room on the second floor.

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Setting

This could very well be a storage closet. It is dimly light, with only a light bulb hanging from the ceiling as the primary light source. There are boxes all around on shelves upon shelves, filled up with who knows what. There is one medium sized table, probably something D.A.N could amazingly spare for them. It was your average yellowish table, with a few noticeable scratches and dents on it. Writing written all over it and probably a years worth supply of gum underneath the table. Old wooden chairs are scattered around the table, just enough for 4 people to sit on. One person has to sit on a slightly larger closed box that was dragged toward the table. Over all, it's might as well be a supply closet, but it works enough for Phantem.
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PHANTEM Head Quarters

Though it is a part of a hundred story building, PHANTEM seemed like they got the short end of the stick. They are within D.A.N's first official corporate office. A world monument, yet here they are in the small left over room on the second floor.

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PHANTEM Head Quarters is a part of Reiken: The Search For Souls.


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Elli' shrugged away from Jessie's touch and stood up on shaky legs, holding her head high and proud. The second Atema gets hurt I will not be saving her ass.... in fact, I might just help along the process. She rolled her eyes, "I don't need to go to the medical wing... I need to go change."

With that she strode from the room, leaving Atema and Jessie behind in their "head quarters". Where to find clothes that will fit me.... hmmm... She wandered for a moment, reading the signs on the doors until she got to cosmetics and apparel, using her hip she pushed the door open. It only took her a moment to find new clothes, a pair of low rise tight khakis that flared at the ends and a burgundy polo would do for now, though it wasn't really her style. She slipped off her old destroyed clothes and pulled on the new ones taking a second to look in the mirror.

The marks on her neck looked exactly like hand prints, each finger clearly visible on her pale skin. Her long blonde hair fell messily around her face to her waist as her doe eyes stared back at her. The pants were a little to low rise and the shirt wasn't long enough, but Elli' was used to it, being tall and slender had made clothes shopping hard. In an attempt to cover the five inch strip of skin under her belly button she pulled down her shirt, but immediately it sprung back up. Well then...

It hurt to turn her head to either side, but she would suck it up, she just needed some time to think, be alone, anything without Atema or Jessie. Out of the two girls Elli' preferred Jessica. Sure she talked a lot, but she wanted to help others, Atema just seemed like a snob ass princess, and Elli' swore she'd teach her a lesson one day.

She found a spot overlooking the powdery snow up in D.A.N. the clear heated window seat was secluded, warm, and offered her the perfect position to look at-.... Thane? He sat in the snow almost looking like he was attempting to cool himself down. Elli' ignored his presence and sat back into the bench, the soft cushion supporting her as she rested her fore head on her knees, breathing deeply, in an attempt to gain some soul power back.

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"Don't be insolent to your CO. Things can happen. Don't do it again. I will return in a while, see to things."Thane whispered in Atema’s ear. His voice held a hint of darkness that would have sent shivers up a weaker person’s spine. To Atema however, the tone was quiet comical.

“Would never dream of it, honey.” She snickered, in a voice that was just as dangerous. Thane disappeared out the door so quickly that she doubted that he heard her. One by one, the rest of her team retreated to other parts of the D.A.N. building. Wow they must be really beat. She thought.

Atema sighed when she found herself alone in the closet of a headquarters. Well that was interesting. She exited the room and again found herself walking the halls. Her brow was furrowed in deep thought. The happenings of the mission were still shrouded in mystery. All Atema knew was that her team was sent out to investigate an explosion of some kind. Obviously, there weren’t successful. However, the fact that they were injured so severely explains that the Reiken force is very skilled. Thane is the equivalent to a bulldozer. It must have taken a bunch of them rebels to take him down like that. There is no way that one Reiken was able to injure him to that extent. That would just be embarrassing. She snorted in disgust. Cheating bastards. A fair fight is one on one, even if the Commander is a mountain with legs. I’ll teach them a lesson about fairness. A slight psychotic grin lighted her face.

Silence enveloped her as she continued to walk down the halls. She was, again, utterly bored. What does it take to get some excitement around here? This has to be the most boring office in the world. They need to at least have some sort of arcade. I don’t even know if they have a cafeteria here! As if to mock her, a large pearly white door opened in front of her. A group of about twenty D.A.N. workers rushed out of what looked like to be a huge room. Atema dodged the incoming stampede of people and looked though the open door. Her jaw dropped to the floor.

A fancy, spacious room expanded before her. The sweet scent of gourmet food wafted over, making her mouth water. The scenery was dazzling and fancy with rows of glass tables filling the room along with silver dining chairs. The ever distinguishable white walls gleamed as if they were recently washed. “Another point for the D.A.N bastards!” She laughed entering the cafeteria. “Sure shows me when to doubt these guys.” With an angry stomach, she headed straight for the food line. One thing that has not changed even after Atema’s “death” was her love of food. Pretzels, steak, pickles, ice-cream, anything! You name it, she’ll eat it. They didn’t call her the Human Vacuum for nothing.

The cafeteria actually had a very large menu, to her surprise. Deciding on three cheeseburgers, a vanilla milkshake, and two orders of steak fries she approached the cook. Atema ordered without hesitation while successfully giving the frightened cook an overly friendly smile. The cook’s eyes widened in surprise, but took the order with a quick nod before disappearing into the kitchen.

Sitting down at one of the glass tables, she swallowed the cheeseburgers like a ravaging wolf. She slowed down a bit when she started to go after the fries, but her actions still gave her a few weary stares. When her meal was reduced to mutilated hamburger buns and ketchup stains, she reached for the milkshake. When she was finally satisfied with her meal she burped loudly. “Now that was good.” She laughed.

“Did you see the footage of our so called ‘Phantem Team’?” A woman’s voice whispered from the table behind Atema’s. Curiously, she strained to hear what the person behind her had to say. “I mean talk about a waste of money! That DeAlcon kid is a total embarrassment. Taken out by a kid half his size.” There was a pause in the woman’s speech. Atema assumed she was shaking her head. “I’m worried about the president’s judgment. If we continue like this, we are never going to catch those rebels.” The faint memory of the D.A.N.’s elaborate security camera’s entered her mind. No wonder the workers already knew about the mission. So Thane was defeated by just one person. It’s a shame. She shook her head. This just proved more that the Reiken were going to be a challenge. But, its noting I can’t handle. She managed to quiet her thoughts before another voice spoke.

“It’s such a disappointment. That team was looking promising, but it seems that we still have to do the dirty work.” A deep male voice whispered back. “Speaking of dirty work, the D.A.N. has been running out of victims for souls lately. Sooner or later some of us will have to be sent out again. Man I hate that job, especially when nothing goes according to plan. It’s like working with a wild animal, you never know when it’s going to pounce or in this case, decide to make a break for it.” The woman sighed.

“I’m getting too old for those cat and mouse chases. I’d rather work all day in the labs than chase around people who are dead.” There was an odd chill in the word ‘dead’. “Frankly, I wish they were dead. It would be a whole lot easier to bring them back for experimentation.”

“Sounds like you guys are in a bit of a predicament.” Atema appeared at the end of the worker’s table. The psychotic grin enhanced the insanity that shown in her dark eyes. “What if I said that my team would be able to take up this ‘Soul Hunting’ job for ya and bring in a whole lot more a collection of experiments?”

“Who are you?” The woman half growled annoyed from being interrupted. Her brittle hair was striped with gray. You could almost call her a fish look-a-like with her large eyes that appeared that they would pop out of their sockets. The comparison almost made Atema laugh in the fish woman’s face.

“The names Atema Schattens. I happen to be Phantem’s Lieutenant.” She watched in arrogant bliss as the color drained from the workers faces. Their eyes glistened with panic at the thought that a member of the team had heard their recent conversation. The woman seemed stunned, but her partner was able to respond. The man was slightly plump with dark colored skin. He looked more like a hippo than a fish, to Atema’s amusement.

“How do you suppose you can do that?” He asked hesitantly. “I mean if you are able to it would be a treat to us to not have to look for more experiments. The task takes too much of our scientific time.” Atema’s face contorted into a threatening expression.

“Do you doubt my teams abilites? Sure the mission earlier today was sort of a mishap, but did you see me during the footage?” She watched as the two took a second to recall what they had seen.

“No. I don’t believe I saw you. I would have remembered you…” She mumbled the last part, which make Atema’s grin widen.

“I can work wonders, my friends. Just give me and my team a few days and before you know it you’ll be lounging in front of the T.V. at home with all the free time you’ll have. However, there is one catch.” Her voice lowered secretly. The two had to lean closer to hear her next words. “If I give you the souls you need, you two will help me get my team a new headquarters. That cramped closet is starting to get a bit annoying.” She smiled. The hippo man looked slightly confused at her ‘catch’.

“How do you expect us to get you a new room? Do we look like a renting service to you?” The man raised his fist in the air accusingly.

“No I do not, but I see a pair of loud mouths that can get my team noticed by some higher ranking officials. For you two I don’t think it will be that much of a challenge.” They squirmed in their seats cowardly. “So do we have a deal?” Looking at each other nervously, they shrugged then sighed in defeat. Atema’s presence was haunting to a point that they couldn’t take it any more. They agreed simultaneously and shook hands with the terrifying black haired woman.

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Atema rushed down the hall in impatience while searching for her lost commander. “Where is he…” She mumbled annoyed. She needed to give Thane the information about their next mission (even if it was planed without his permission). Somehow she knew he wouldn’t mind, believing that he would want to prove himself after the day’s failure. This new mission would give the team its opportunity to redeem its self. Glancing outside a window, she noticed Thanes figure sitting in the snow. One of her eyebrows raised in surprise. What is he doing out there? Shaking her head, she continued to the elevator to join him.

The lighting outside was growing darker as the sun set over the city. Snow danced lightly in the air. The cold gripped Atema’s lunges and turned her warm breath to mist. She moved to her Commander, who seemed to be meditating, though the piled up snow. The solid white powder crunched under her boots. She wasn’t wearing a jacket, but at the moment she didn’t seem to care. A fire burned in her eyes in anticipation of what was to come next.

“Hola, Mr. Boss!” She yelled waving at him. She closed the finally few feet between them in a matter of seconds. “I just got us a job. You think you’re up for it?” Her red lips turned into a smile. “Looks like we going soul hunting.”

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"I just got us a job. You think you’re up for it? Looks like we going soul hunting.”

Thane cracked an eye slowly, not quite pleased at being disturbed, but wasn't unreasonably so. He eyed his Lieutenant and rose, stretching his sore muscles. Pain jolted through his legs where the wounds were relatively fresh, and they bled slightly. He ignored the pain, having more important things to worry about. Like Blitzkrieg.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Assemble the team. You can assign everyone whatever they've gotta do, I've got a few things to work out. Message me with the information for when you're going to brief us."

He strode away, not waiting for a response. He could feel Blitzkrieg waiting, a shadow he could always feel at the back of his mind. He shuddered involuntarily, and it wasn't the cold.

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Elliott watched Thane speak to Atema for a moment. Her strength had been semi renewed, but for right now she needed to finish healing Thane, the snow he had sat in was marked with his crimson blood. Her khakis slid easily off the window seat and the shirt rode back up revealing her mid drift once again. It only took her a second to catch up to Thane and she noticed his wounds were still very fresh.

"Than- I mean Commander." She had totally forgotten what she was supposed to call him. The sight of him made her neck burn again, the once red marks were turning a deep blue around her neck, but her priority was not to heal herself. Elli' bit her lower lip slightly, "May I finish healing you? It will only take a moment...." She left it at that, all the would have to do was breath into her hands then touch his wounds and they would disappear, but she needed his permission before continuing. In the meantime while she waited for a response she attempted to pull down her shirt to cover her milky skin as much as possible, but it didn't work.

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You cannot afford to show weakness.... They will find it, and they will worm their way inside.... You will have no where to go.... Blitzkrieg's voice penetrated his mind. A malicious tone permeated his voice. Thane ignored it as he looked at Elli'. The angry marks on her neck stood out against her pale skin. He felt a pang of regret, but he filed it away for later. Not the time

"Very well, but make it quick. Lt. Atema has news for us, and it's an opportunity we cannot afford to miss. Jessie, you too. Let's get moving."

Thane strode into the PHANTEM building without waiting for answers.

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Elli' watched Jessie stride up and rolled her eyes to herself. She could not stand her teammates. Thane wasn't bad, and even after his little fit she liked him better than Jessie.. or Atema. Thane began to walk inside, giving Elli a chance to muster up some soul power to heal him, she would help him once they were inside. "Once we are in the office I'll fix you up."

She gave him a warm smile whether he was paying attention of not. Her soul power was strange. Even a smile could help to heal someone. Elli followed them in, still in a desperate attempt to pull her shirt down. Her mind raced around of what Atema might have planned for them, sure she was a crazy, psychotic, bitch but she was strong and knew what she was doing. Though, there was no way Elli' would ever call her Lieutenant, let alone listen to her in battle.

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Jessie nodded walking in with them she was trying to get along with everyone but working for the Phentem team was much different the the prescient or the even the security team she was assigned before this. She looked around a bit as she followed in to the headquarters and stretched a bit not bothering to talk any more while Elli and Thane walked a bit a head of her. Once inside she took a seat on a folding chair and used a box to put her gun on beginning to take it apart piece by piece. She began cleaning it with a small cloth in the pocket of the coat she wore waiting for everyone to gather for what ever it was Atema had to say.

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Atema watched as Thane awoke from his meditation in the snow. He stood and revealed deep cuts along his body as well as blood stained snow.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Assemble the team. You can assign everyone whatever they've gotta do, I've got a few things to work out. Message me with the information for when you're going to brief us."

Atema grinned crazily at becoming somewhat of a planner for their next mission. Hopefully she could steer them in the right direction. That blonde Elliott girl appeared from the entrance of the building and made her way over to Thane. She wanted to finish healing him. Atema smirked, but didn’t say anything obviousin order to stay on good terms with the Commander. Jessie appeared as well a few seconds later and joined the rest of the group. Atema clapped her hands together once.

“Excellent! Sense we are all together again, lets head to the office. There I will inform all of you on our next mission.” She smiled. It was easier to round up these piggies than I thought. Strutting into the building, she led them back to the meeting room. The windows were dark from the sun setting in the distance. The lights inside seemed brighter than usual, annoying Atema’s sensitive eyes. She stood around the edge of the table as the rest of her team sat. Elliott was still playing with her stubborn shirt(which Atema believed was just to get Thane to notice her), Jessie was cleaning her precious gun, and Thane seemed to be lost in thought with this pained expression. She put on her best I-am-in-control evil smile.

“Well then, let’s get started! As you all know, I have found a new mission for us. It is vital that this mission is to succeed, for if you didn’t know, a video of today’s failure has already been seen by multiple workers in this building. This is a serious problem. Not only is the D.A.N. beginning to doubt your skills (not my skills for I did not fail today), but they may be convinced to use their money elsewhere. That, ladies and gentlemen, means that we may not even have a closet in the near future.” She paused to let that sink in.

“With that said, we must do everything possible to succeed for our next mission; Soul Hunting.” Her eyes glinted with dark bliss. She began to pace around the table slowly, looking at each member in the eye for a few seconds. “The D.A.N. is beginning to run out of people for their experiments. ‘Why send us?’ you may ask. Well lets put it simply that I persuaded a few workers to let us take the job in return for getting out name out to higher people in the company. What would that do? One, make us more money. Two, get us out of this closet. Three, get our hands on equipment to track down the Reiken more efficiently.”

“The workers are only able to bring in five to ten souls a week in order for suspicion not to rise. In order for our mission to become a success, we need to bring in at least over fifteen souls in at the minimum of three days. How are we going to do such a thing? There are two options; (plan A) we either hunt down people no one would care about (homeless people, people who live alone, ect.) or (plan B) drown them ants in one single event. Plan A would raise less suspicion, but would take longer. On the other hand, plan B would take less time, but would need a lot of covering up. So this depends on you guys. Plan A or plan B? Personally I’m going for plan B just to get this whole damn thing over with. However, sense we are a team, we need to decide together.” She rolled her eyes at the last part. Satisfied with her little speech, she ended with:

“Any questions?”

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Elliott attempted to not laugh the entire time Atema spoke. She tried biting her lip, tongue, and then ended up just coughing really loudly to cover the giggles that escaped her pretty lips. Atema looked like a little lost puppy who thought it was a St. Bernard or something. Funny. Though she kept all of her witty comments to herself and noticed Atema looked at her while she played with her shirt and debated making a sly comment, take a picture, it will last longer. Once she calmed herself to not laugh right in Atema's face she spoke in a neutral tone.

"I think you're right about the two options for plans, for plan B we would have to find an event close to us. I mean.. I can make a "tornado" and "kill" them all." She added air quotes with her perfect fingers, "though the fact that the weather for the next week is just cold conditions doesn't really do anything, and also these people will be looked for. Honestly I think Plan A we could get done in a night, pick off sick people, meth addicts, hookers." Elli' paused and shrugged. "It won't take long at all. And with our soul power it will be easy, they won't stand a chance." Biting her lip she paused for a minute, the perfect idea popped into her mind, "We could always take out a brothel, whore house, it's illegal so nobody would report it. A bunch of women all gathered together wouldn't take long to execute, that kind of merges both plans."

She folded her arms over her stomach and then noticed a sweater on the back of her chair. It was pale blue and the tags were still on, on the front in burgandy was written American Eagle. It would work. She slipped it on and sighed knowing her flat tummy wasn't shown anymore.

The thought of agreeing with Atema made her want to gag, but she came up with two fairly decent plans. Either one would work, but inclement weather causing the death of fifteen people? That would be a little far fetched. She nodded to herself, thinking her plan was fairly decent. Maybe Atema and her could possibly work together in this.

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Thane nodded and a smile creeped onto his face as Atema outliened the gist of the plan, a rare phenomena indeed. Maybe this one will actually help get things done around. That'd be nice for a change, especially since our screw-up of last mission. He straightened as the briefing began to draw to a close, and he was interrupted by Blitzkrieg spoke to him.

Oh do stop kidding yourself. You know damn good and well that it's your fault, you and your pathetic showiness. You're worthless..... Blitzkrieg vanished with a bout of insane laughter that echoed in Thane's mind. His eye twitched, and the iris of his right eye turned into electric yellow and glowed softly. Thane snapped shut his eye and clapped a hand over it, sliding out of the room.

Before he slid out he remarked, "Good Atema, assemble the team. Get nonlethal and lethal weapons. Prepare for everything and anything."

That eye was something to remember me by Thane. Don't forget what I'm capable of. NEVER forget.....

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Jessie had cleaned her gun and reassembled it during the briefing and saw Thane excuse himself soon after it was over. She really didn't like the idea of taking people out like cattle to a slaughtering house. She personally didn't want anything to do with it but this was her job and as long as they did things that were in compliance for the law she wouldn't speak up. She rose as well following Thane out of the room after seeing him cover his eye. A bit intrigued and worried for the leader of Phantem she shut the door behind her. "Sir are you alright maybe you should retire for the day?" She looked worried. "I'm no expert on medical or anything like that but rest would probably be best after everything that happened today." She rubbed the back of her neck smiling at him a bit. "I'm sure we'll do alright for tonight here so you can go home and take it easy." She nodded a bit. "After all if your not at your best you are more likely to make a mistake." She was hoping to cheer him up a bit seance they returned here he had seemed in a foul mood and she was hoping to cheer him up a bit.

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“So I guess its plan A then!” Atema smiled. “Well then this is going to be way too easy. Considering that I train to enhance my stealth. Plan B would have been more exciting.” She pouted sarcastically then turned to smirk at Elliott. “Oh and by the way, “drown them” was a figure of speech. Weather is boring… I was thinking more of a mass “serial killer” with the D-15 bullets.” She chuckled darkly. “That would have been fun.” Nodding at Thane, she brought out a few maps of the city from a bookshelf behind her. While she was spreading them out on the table, Thane and Jessie exited the room. Sighing she turned to Elliott.

“It looks like it’s just you and me, blondey. Let’s see here… Where would there be the most useless people in the city?” She looked over the map. The city was large with many neighborhoods and clusters of buildings. Some parts of the city were not as nice looking as like D.A.N. office building area. The office building was located almost in the middle of the city. However, more of the rundown areas were around the edge. This means that the team might have to go long distanced to find a really ghetto part of town.

“How about here?” She asked gliding one black nailed finger across the edge of the map. If we head to the outskirts of the city and then gradually come inward, we are likely to gain some souls.” She closed her eyes and thought over what equipment they would need. “We will need a really rundown car, radios to keep in touch, and a type of D-15 weapon. Needles would be boring. Daggers might anger the workers cause of the wounds it would make. I could soak my whip in D-15, but that might cause our targets to scream.”The psychotic grin twitched. “A sniper gun would be awesome, one with a silencer… What do you think blondey?” The smile stayed and her eyes looked a bit darker. She was the image of insanity.

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Elliott ignored the sarcastic comments Atema made, but when she said blondey it hit a home run. Her father used to call her that.. all the time. "I like your plan, I am really good with a sniper." Which was true, she picked it up instantly and it was simple to her, the way the gun fit into her fingers was perfect, but the thought of innocent Elli' holding a gun would be a strange sight. "Like I said before there is a brothel.. right here."

She stood up and pointed her finger about an inch from Atema's onto the edge of the city. "There are twenty girls." Elli' only knew this because her dead cousin used to "work" there. She'd been there once, to pick her up.

Her mind flashed to her parents, and she wondered what they were doing, and how it felt to have a dead son... and a dead daughter.

"Just tell me what you want done." An almost evil smile flickered over her lips. The thought of saving her parents brought a new crazier feel to her.



(sorry for the short posts btw, i've been replying from my phone.. ugh)

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"Sir are you alright maybe you should retire for the day? I'm no expert on medical or anything like that but rest would probably be best after everything that happened today.", came Jessie's voice as the door clicked shut behind her. "I'm sure we'll do alright for tonight here so you can go home and take it easy. After all if your not at your best you are more likely to make a mistake."

Thane turned in surprise, and forgot about his eye. As his eye opened and his hand fell down his face, the eye shone brilliantly in the socket. The light from the eye, enough to work as a pseudo flashlight. As Thane had left the room however, he didn't know that his eyebrow and some hair over his eye had turned a yellow-blonde. He remembered why he had left, and cringed a little now that Jessie saw him. Shit...

Well now, what are you going to do?, asked Blitzkrieg, followed by maniacal laughter.

"Jessie...uhh..... I need to get ready for the mission, you should too." Thane was at a loss for words. He turned and ran down the hallway to the armory, and sealed the door behind him. He used the officer's passcode, so only he and Atema could enter.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!?1

Blitzkrieg was silent, leaving Thane to fume silently as he looked around the armory to find a weapon.

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Jessie looked at Lance seeing his eye glow like that she took a step back to regain herself. "Sir are---" She stuttered a bit concern more in her voice then fear. She looked at the blond piece of hair that formed and his eye. Stunned and amazed she blinked a bit trying hard not to stair like an idiot.

Jessie...uhh..... I need to get ready for the mission, you should too

She blinked a bit as her commander took off running down the hall a moment later she took off after him. "Sir what whats going on are you alright" She missed the door shutting locking him into the armory. Lucky for her they were sound proof. "Commander Thane!" She called though the door. "whats going on Sir are you alright!"

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Thane's heart was threatening to tear itself from the confines of his chest. He was sweating uncontrollably, his skin shimmered in sweat. In desperation, he removed his shirt, despite the cold wind blowing through the open window above him. What's going on?!?! What's happening?!?! Electricity crackled in the air all around Thane, arcing to nearby metal shelves of weapons. Some electronic equipment fried on the spot, screens that once glowed dully now blinked into blackness. His hands grabbed his head in desperation, the pain he was feeling was nothing like he'd ever felt before. BLITZKRIEG!! IS THIS YOUR DOING?!?!?! Insane laughter answered him, and he suddenly became aware of his hands and arms. BOTH of them. Thane gaped in amazement as his right AND left arm both turned into symmetrical versions of Blitzkrieg's weaponized form. What are you doing!?! Blackness crossed his vision, and he was once again standing in the shaft of light. Blitzkrieg's piercing golden eyes stared down at him from the blackness. "What's going on!?", demanded Thane.

"We're going out for a night on the town Thane! And I'M DRIVING!!", boomed Blitzkrieg's voice, echoing through the blackness.

Just before Thane lost control, he screamed.

-------------------------Blitzkrieg-------------------------------------

[i]The takeover now completed, Blitzkrieg(in Thane's body) admired his arms and claws. Rolling his shoulders and flexing them, he felt the spines move fluidly, clicking when they connected. Fingers clinked softly as they moved back and forth, then curled into fists. Blitzkrieg felt like cheering, but remembered what Thane had done. Impudent little brat. Relaxing his tense muscles, Blitzkrieg turned his golden eyes to the window, smirking. (OOC: All of this is done before someone can enter the room.) Hunting time. Taking a running start, he flung himself through the narrow opening with little effort, landing on the powdery snow outside. Snowflakes didn't get a chance to land on his skin, they simply melted from the small arcs of static that shot off of Blitzkrieg. Where to start...?

Sifting through Thane's memories, Blitzkrieg skimmed the meeting, and found the spot that was designated the "target". Chuckling to himself, Blitzkrieg trotted off towards the brothel.

------Brothel------

Eyeing the dull brick building, Blitzkrieg sighed regretfully. Not much to do here...I think... A soft crunching sound announced some people moving from a back alley, followed by laughter and suggestive wordplay. Bingo. Planting himself in the front of the alley, Blitzkrieg watched as two prostitutes and their patron walked towards the alley, all of them not noticing anything around him. That is, until they fell into Blitzkrieg's shadow.

"Whaddya want mishter? Ya need directshuns to thuh comic book shtore?", slurred the man. Blitzkrieg's nose wrinkled at the smell of alcohol that wafted from his open, drooling mouth. A look of blissful inebriated ignorance was clearly visible on his face, as well as bloodshot eyes. The prostitutes looked on, silently, but warily. It appeared they were not as drunk as their customer.

"Well, I wanted to just have a little fun. I think I'll start with...", Blitzkrieg responded sarcastically. He was pointing a metal finger from one person back to another. "You!", he cried out joyously, pointing at the prostitute dangling from the man's right arm. In an instant, Blitzkrieg was in front of them, smiling like a madman.

"Wha... Wha... WHA...!", stuttered the man, taking his arms away from the prostitutes and falling butt-first into the snow. He stared wide-eyed in shock as Blitzkrieg punched one of the prostitutes as hard as he could in the stomach with his left arm, sending her now lifeless and broken body flying up towards a fire escape, where it collided with a sickening crunch and fell onto the (now thoroughly crimson-stained) snow below. The second prostitute didn't have time to scream as Blitzkrieg's right arm shot out and grabbed her by the neck as she tried, unsuccessfully, to run past him. She choked and sputtered as the cold metal fingers crushed her windpipe and cut off oxygen to her brain. With a final squeeze that snapped her spinal cord, Blitzkrieg let the second body fall in a heap. The prostitutes blue eyes stared unblinkingly at the grey sky.

The man tried to scoot away from Blitzkrieg, who advanced upon him quickly. Easily picking the man up by the collar with one massive fist, Blitzkrieg slammed him into the wall, knocking the breath out of the man. Tears were streaming down his face as he was begging for his life. Blitzkrieg cocked a massive fist backwards, mockingly saying, "I guess it's not your lucky day, huh?" Sparks flew from the fist as it slammed into the man's face, shattering the front part of his skull. The electricity made his body convulse involuntarily, then the body went limp. Dropping the faceless body into the snow, Blitzkrieg walked towards the brothel. Good start., he mused with a smile.

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Jessie banged on the door harder as she heard him in there. "Commander Commander whats going on!!" Her yells were in vain as she tried her code again failing due to lack of clearance. She stumbled back as a deafening scream came from the room. "Commander Thane whats going on in there!!!" She knew something bad was happening thinking for a few seconds she turned running back down the hall way to the closet of an office. Atema she would have an officers code as well and could get in there. She threw the door open panting from the sprint down the hall way and the adrenaline pumping though her veins. "Lieutenant!" She kept her manors about her more out of habit then anything else. "We have a problem it's the commander I think somethings wrong he's locked himself in the armory and my code won't work." She was holding on to the door for support first day on the job and she was spending this much adrenaline, imagine what will happen when they get a real case.