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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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[b]Peace is nice, but it has to be come by honesty. What you’re doing isn’t making peace, it’s making slaves.[/b] [@shagranoz]

[b]I agree with my friend here Father, I like the state of mind I’m in currently.[/b] [@Queentze]

“I haven’t done anything. The people believe in God and the miracles he performs through me,” the pastor explained as though it was that simple.

Meanwhile, Bill listened to the vampire, Mithias’s reasoning. [color=gray][i]Don’t preach to me ‘bout procedure. Don’t think yer all high and mighty ‘cuz yer old as shit. We ain’t got no authorization to take in any humans, and you ain’t gettin’ it without a report statin’ why. That’s not even yer lane. That’s Bugs’ [@ShaggyDoo0] lane.[/i][/color]

Bill went silent for a few seconds as he mused over the idea of the agents withdrawing. It wasn’t like the pastor was going to go anywhere and he didn’t want him to feel threatened enough to do so. Before Bill could make any decision, one of the agents made a move, and it was too fast for him to track.

The mother of the two boys David and Zack stepped into the path of a knife and caught it right between the eyes. Her head snapped back, her body tumbling back to thump heavily upon the wooden floor. Her eyes were still wide open, and a smile on her face as blood spilled in thin ruby streams about her eyes. Her children didn’t even acknowledge what had happened—no one in the congregation did. The pastor stared down at the dead woman with an indifferent expression before he glanced at the agents. Bill was lighting up everyone’s headphones.

[color=gray][i]Who the fuck did that? I didn’t see him do anythin’ fuckin’ crazy did you? SHIT![/i][/color]

Suddenly, the woman’s eyes began to grow larger and large until her eyelids rolled backwards like rubber film as her eyes appeared outside their sockets like eggs, staring up at the ceiling. Suddenly erupting from her sockets were long, red whip-like tentacles lashing at the air. They erupted from her nostrils, ears, and mouth, violently thrashing about and making a wet slap against the pews and floor they struck. The congregation was then upon the operatives, latching onto them as their faces transformed before their eyes, erupting with the same nasty tentacles that burst from the woman’s face. The tentacles threatened to get under the skin and spread like worms, seeking to travel to the brain. The church was full of inhuman shrieking as man, woman, and child sought to tear the agents limb from limb.

Pastor Goodfellow stepped back toward the podium, resting his hand upon its wooden surface as he said, “Hm…what a shame, and I was hoping that I would be able to stay a little longer.”

Amidst the madness, the church started to shake as though the entire building would come down. Soot fell from the ceiling, squares of stained glass started to fall from the windows and décor.

[color=gray][i]Jesus Christ at a football game! I want everyone to get the fuck out of there! That’s an order![/i][/color]

Mithias was fortunate where he stood for it didn’t look like any of the brood were capable of flying. They were attack his teammates and from where the pastor stood, he didn’t seem at all worried about any of the operatives reaching him. Perhaps he had another trick up his sleeve?

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[h3]Enemy Numbers[/h3]

[b]Brood:[/b] 105

[b]Group Goals:[/b] Escape without making matters worse.

[b]Extra Goals (Optional):[/b] Procure a cadaver for research.

[@Witch Cat][@Wraithblade6][@redbaron1234][@jumpadraw][@FallenTrinity]