"The threat of the Oldbloods has been measured, and is controlled. Our highly capable operatives will take care of any new threat that may occur from this 'Void' character."

They had never intended to work with him, of course. Kami no Kage, the legendary assassin, had been lead into a trap. Heathens, unwilling to accept reality, and using every opportunity to showcase their godless hatred. Had they been willing to accept grace, after all, they would not be heathens to begin with. In the very offer of such Kami no Kage had made a mistake, and one that he now accepted. He would repent for it, and he would personally need to clean up the loose ends created.

From the shadows, the sniper took aim. Multiple SOLDIER agents were in place, weapons aimed at the figure in white in the centre of the room, even as the man spoke once more.

"Your organisation has formed a threat to both the physical and moral integrity of America. Through your actions you have become an enemy to us all, a terrorist. Your organization will be disbanded, but you will have no part in it."

A trigger squeezed, and a bullet missed.

A simple step back, based on a preliminary fligh-path calculation. A recognition and realization the speed of which couldn't be handled by normal human beings. But that was why prodigies were named as such. Even as the bang echoed through the room, the spinning white figure set it's sights on his opponents, knives sliding down from the sleeves of it's outfits. Triggers being squeezed, an automatic check of the automatic fire setting. Rapid consideration of gravity, pressure, weapon types and firing lines, hundreds of bullets calculated before even a single shot was fired.

Bursts of fire echoed alongside the screams of men, until all fell into silence. A single figure stepped from that room, covered in the blood of heretics. White robes shredded, veil unbroken. Bright blue eyes staring out from under them, as an alarm sounded. Each hand held a pistol, modern make, as the area was scanned. Up the sleeves awaited a fan of blades, already bathing in the blood of those who would dare cross the Purge. 

It seemed peace had never truly been an option.

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The target had arrived at an airport approximately ten minutes ago. SOLDIER movements had prevented the mobilization of the Purge, regular patrols and tracking mechanisms prevented the movement of armoured collumns, or even large groups of Crusaders. Of course, being aware of movement, and being able to stop it, were two completely different things.

With a soft humming, the artificial muscles powered up. Plates of armoured glass, a dozen weapons manufactured to eliminate all vampires. A visor with vision in the infrared, ultraviolet, and visual spectrum. With nary a sound, the figure moved, clad in the greatest weapon ever developed by man. The products of millions in funding, and an international interest in the annihilation of all vampires. Kami no Kage had arrived, marching from an inconspicuous BMW. 

[This area will be Purged in 2 minutes. We will deal with SOLDIER. The Heathens will die along with the beasts.]

"Yes, sir."

Bulletproof suits, Bullpup rifles, visored helmets with bulletproof glass. The agents of Purge quickly spread out, weapons at the ready, as they prepared to annihilate the enemy. Today, their targets weren't vampires. Their targets were those humans who had failed humanity, and would burn for their failure. Today, the Purge declared War.