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"Unit 11, please report your current situation!" The operator frantically muttered as she peered through the horrors vividly displayed on the wide screen monitor that hung high unto the epicenter of the dim lighted room. Spanning from wall to wall, even the eyes of those without words looked in awe at the gruesome scene just waiting to unfold. Fire, that shone so bright, placed itself at the focus of the screen where several patrol cars lay toppled and battered across the side of the road. This was the second strangest incident of night, an unknown phenomenon that could have never been explained in the words spoken by the tongue. For just moments ago, the whole office was booming with calls about auspicious figures in pale white skin leaping from building to building and now a whole squadron of officers lay at deaths door with no explanation shown in the light of the projected images.

"Unit 11!" She yelled louder into the headset tucked in between the folds of her ears. "Please respond, this is HQ!" Nothing was making any sense and it seemed that falling into a state of panic was her last and only resort. It was starting to get harder and harder to hold onto her sense of sanity as nothing but muffled breathing drowned the speakers of the ear piece. "Anyone!" Wanting to ignore the gut wrenching sounds growing louder with each passing second, the frantic woman spoke despite the fear of hearing something unearthly through the other side. "Say anything!"

Frozen in a self induced trance, ever ounce of her body was riddled with the ridged fields of Goosebumps marring the tender skin that she took pride in taking care of. Without even knowing it, the young woman nearly chewed the meat of her thumbs as her pearl white teeth ate away the remaining nails left on the peak of her fingertips. The situation was turning from bad to worse, even the camera was beginning to faded into the black once more and do away with what little intel the small group had on the situation.

Then, from the chaos of the virtual gateway seen through the thin layers of glass, a lone silhouette slowly escaped the embrace of metal that began to tear away the flesh clinging onto the false protection of their factory made uniform. Crawling inch by painful inch, the others in the room who did nothing but watch this poor soul, cast their empathic gaze on their lonely comrade struggling to make it out alive.

"This is Officer Noah." The man nearly fumbled with his words as the fatigue of experiencing a hellish crash brought him down once more onto the pavement now covered in the blood escaping from a wound unknown. Awakened for only a mere moment to share whatever words he had to say, he spoke one final time into the beaten headset stolen from the body of his fallen companion.

"We need back up, those bastards aren't human..." Silent after the last words shared through the device, the young woman jumped from the warmth of her seat and made a mad dash out the thin metallic doors that marked both the entrance and exit of the task forces Operating room.

"Chief! We need to dispatch Erebus on the scene immediately!"

[Muffin Tops]

Code Name: Erebus, a secret division branching from the Saint Lethem Police Force, was hidden well from the eyes of the public. With an operating team composed mainly of people labeled "legally dead", the organization operates in the shadows to dispose of problematic situations regarding specialized skills or heavily armored combat. Though seen only in the newspapers on the rarest of occasions, the faces of Erebus remain covered behind the towering midnight figures known only to the public as the "Black Reapers". Covered in a thick layer of steel when worn, "Black Reapers" gain a tremendous height of twelve feet and four inches. Once fully powered and operational, these giants who are armed to the teeth with both anti-personnel rounds and armor piercing riffles are the pinnacle of modern technology. Reaching speeds of about 352km/hr when using all energy outputs, an average reaper is capable of dealing massive amounts of destruction no one man is ever capable of commiting. When compared to the bulkier Alliance type suits who are strapped with the latest equipment advanced science is capable of conjuring, it would take nearly a large battalion of sixty to pose a difficult challenge to the most experienced pilots Erebus has to offer. They are those who are erased from the minds of society and are its most feared protectors. No one man or woman in Erebus has kept their previous names or has ever made direct contact with loved ones who have long forgotten them. In order to protect the organization and the models, a hefty price must be paid by its entire people.