Kain sat patiently at the bar; sipping his beer inconspicuously when the Intel he was sent to retrieve just came strolling right towards him. The fat bartender near him placed down a recorder towards a couple of patrons. He casually placed it down and played it without any suspicions. It’s almost like he wants any old civilian to hear it. He truly takes the term freedom of information to a whole new level. Kain sat there acting normal, taking all the voices in. It sounded two grunts discussing plans over a wire. They weren’t exactly using real words but coded. They were not clever grunts. These codes could have been solved by a blind 6 year old. It was obvious they were talking about the Museum of Natural History. What else would ‘Vintage District’ mean? The blonde girl near him walked over to talk to someone else and the Don Quixote guy just kept mingling with Zeke. The oddest thing was that the blonde girl seemed familiar. She has that aura like where you think you know them from somewhere. He’s never known her but yet she feels familiar. Kain didn’t think about it too much. It was probably nothing anyway.

Kain now realized it was now his time to go. Scorn is probably waiting on him right now, probably getting dinner ready. It was chillingly exciting. Unfortunately, Kain was hoping to get a Syndicate grunt tonight but it looks like that’ll have to wait. Still, the city is full of annoying, hypocritical Conduit hater. At least one of them will provide themselves to be a good dinner guest. He takes one last final gulp of his beer and starts walking out, leaving a couple of dollars on the bar for his drink. He makes his way through the groups of witless drunkards towards the cold outside. He was now standing outside in the average New York Street. He now needed to find a conduit hater to bring home for dinner. He walks towards an alleyway and fades into the darkness like a predator. The only thing being heard was a faint whoosh in the wind to signify his exit. He stopped on a rooftop nearby. His hearing detected some rambling of some sort. It was incoherent but certain hate words were vaguely detected. He looks down from the rooftop to see some rambler preaching that Conduits are the devil’s minions or something like that. His words were so hilarious and idiotic that it would be just too unfortunate to end him now. Kain decided to listen for chuckles.

“Good people of New York! There is an evil taking placing its dark grasp around this city and it will not let go unless we band together in holy defence against it. The evil I am talking about is no other than the Conduits! Yes, the conduits. These people lurk in the shadow, watching us, planning against us and reporting our very movements to Lucifer himself. We must stop these spies at any cost! We must let them feel the wrath of the all might god! Let us purge this world of these abominations!” The preacher in the street shouted with great vigour and enthusiasm but it was all for nought. No one in the street listened to him. They just walked by, avoiding him like the bubonic plague. This was a perfect opportunity to take him away from the streets. He was a perfect dinner guest. Kain decided to dissipate down to the streets to give this man his personal and exclusive invitation. Kain revealed from an alleyway and then onto the street. He walks up towards the man who took no notice of him in during his ramblings. Kain just stopped and looked at him. A wicked smile widened his face with a smile. 

“I would like to cordially invite you to dinner with me and the lovely Scorn.” He words were filled with dark humour that confused that the preacher as his attention turned towards Kain. He then replied in confusion towards Kain. “What in the name of the lord are you talking about?” Kain then placed his right hand out and formed a Chloroform grenade right in his hand. The forming of the green-yellow waves in his hand widened the eyes of the preacher. His fear was maximised to the full but before his fight or flight instinct could kick in, Kain dropped it, creating a cover of gas to practically make him and his victim invisible. When the gas cleared, all that was left was nothingness. They vanished into thin air.

Kain arrived at the door of Scorn with a human tied up and gagged on his back. He had hoped he as the right address otherwise, it’ll be unfortunate for whoever lives here. He knocks on it gently to alert Scorn of his arrival. Looks like tonight will be a fun evening. This bag of meat on his shoulders should provide excellent dinner entertainment. Kain waits patiently for Scorn to answer his arrival.