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[color=gray][b]P[/b]aranormal. [b]R[/b]esearch. [b]I[/b]nvestigation. [b]E[/b]radication. [b]S[/b]yndicate.[/color]

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[B]St. Anthony’s Church of the Holy Flame: Friday, Dec. 14, 2016 - 7:15 P.M.[/B]

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The Assistant Director was snug in the ears of every agent on the ground in the form of a communicator. They had tried using psychic link once upon a time, but it led to the violation of not just the agents’ rights but the rights of those who were non-human. With communicators, the operatives could be at ease knowing that their thoughts weren’t being monitored. Bill was not only in their ears, but he was also their eyes. He saw what they saw. The agents wore special contacts that gave him a visual of the situation, and if need be, they would be able to record any video surveillance as evidence.

[color=gray][i]So that’s’ how tha’ son ov’ a bitch is doin’ it![/i][/color] Bill exclaimed after being disturbed by what he had seen happen to the two boys. He couldn’t think off the top of his head of a creature that used purple tentacles to alter the brains of its prey. What they did no for certain was that Pastor Todd Goodfellow was no preacher and no human. [color=gray][i]Y’all can bet that whole congregation is drinkin’ the same Koolaid as those kids. We’re not apprehendin’ this one boys and girls. Spiderman [@ShaggyDoo0], if ya want the body for yer chemistry set, then have at it. We’re dustin’ this weirdo![/i][/color]

Little did the agents know that they had [i]all[/i] fallen easily into his trap. Pastor Goodfellow hadn’t expected them to reveal themselves so willingly. He had difficulty finding who the intruders were in the crowd. There were so many servants of the Lord…too many to individually keep track of. The pastor smiled at The Syndicate’s approach and took a step back from Persephone [@shagranoz] and Michael [@Queentze] [color=yellow][b](Do not auto-action the GM-NPC)[/b][/color] when they attempted to shake his hand.

“What do we have here? The fabled Syndicate?” he said with a questioning tone, but he had them all figured out. After all, they were the only ones in the room not under his influence. “Look my children, the protectors of those who are [i]unique[/i].”

Instantly and simultaneously, every 100+ person in the church turned to face the aisle where The Syndicate agents stood. They were all smiling and baring their teeth with the most sickly-sweet grins. The pastor held out his hand and waved it over his servants.

“Look at them. Look at how happy they are. I take away their pain so that they only know joy. Humans suffer so much and for no reason. They create their own suffering but do not need to experience it. I created this church to learn more about them and to…[i]improve[/i] them,” the pastor explained. “A church was the only thing I could think of to lure them to me willingly and without suspicion, but I guess the suspicion finally caught up to me, didn’t it? I suppose you all heard of my miracles. Is it not good? Tell your master that I have committed no evil. I have brought them peace.”

[color=gray][i]He’s taken over their minds. All y’all be careful. We need to go ‘bout this situation delicately. If he tries anythin’ funny, then just kill the smilin’ bastard.[/i][/color]

“I can bring you all peace too. It would be the least I could do to repay you for protecting the non-humans and not ostracizing them. You won’t have to hide anymore in the world I intend to create. Everyone will be equal. Everyone will be happy. Come, one of you, who is first? Do not make me choose.”

[color=gray][i]Any ov' ya go drinkin’ the Koolaid, then yer fired…[/i][/color]

[@redbaron1234][@Witch Cat][@FallenTrinity]