[i]Slam![/i]

A graying gentleman tossed a large file on the desk in front of him. It brushed against a name badge with the words ‘Daniel R. Ashford’, obviously the man at the desk. This man, with graying hair had spent a bulk of his lifetime leading the Hunter Task Force as the Commander. And he had earned his respected title.

His harsh gaze fell straight onto the woman standing tall in front of him. He had called her in only moments before she had clocked in for work, so the idea that it was urgent was obvious in her stance. “There’s been an undercover investigation going on for months as you know. A few Hunters have managed to get information about a few secret Cursed groups. Only three to be exact but three is better than none. These people, these rebels are good at hiding their trace. Miss Esen, you’ll be in charge of Group B. It’s in this city and you know this place better than anyone, even my second in command. So I’m trusting you with this task. Your group is already prepared and ready for orders. Any questions?”

A very brief flash of surprise went across Ty Esen’s face. She had never gotten the chance to lead important tasks like this before. Sure she had led missions, but they were minor and easy in her mind. This task had been a big deal for years and now, for only a few short months, did the Hunters have the information they needed to stop these Cursed ones- even if it was just a small portion of them.

These Cursed Ones were going against the norm, attempting to live forever when that wasn’t the way of life. Everyone lived in cycles of life and death, and to go against it was complete anarchy. Without structure, the world would fall into havoc.

Ty’s expression never strayed from its calm state. The young woman quickly shook her head and saluted Commander Ashford. [color=6ecff6]“No sir! I will do my best.”[/color] When the commander nodded, she grabbed the file and left the office. Ty thumbed through the file, spotting the address of a construction company and then the address of an apartment not too far from it. 

The office was bustling with workers. Teams were being formed and information was being spread like wildfire. The Hunters Task Force was a lot busier than normal considering their work focused only on the Cursed Ones. The normal police work was left to...well, the police. 

“Careful Ty, don’t wanna spill hot coffee on ya.” The woman had been so wrapped up in her debriefing she had nearly crashed into one of the officers holding a pot of coffee. 

[color=6ecff6]“Ah, sorry Jackson.” [/color]

He gave a nod before moving on. Ty did the same, heading to the West Wing to meet her crew who were all lounging and waiting for further orders. Chatter ceased when Ty walked in. By the way she held herself, it was obvious she was the one in charge and ready for business. That, and of course she easily intimidated most of the men and women there despite having worked for the group for only around four years. [color=6ecff6]“Alright soldiers we’ve got our work cut out for us.”[/color] She set the file on a podium behind her, already having most of the information memorized. [color=6ecff6]“By the looks of it, we have two targets here. A construction company down on 18th Ave and an apartment on Lipton Street not too far from there. We’ll be heading to Lipton first-”[/color] 

“Ma’am wouldn’t it be better to hit the construction site first?”

Ty looked at the officer who spoke and shook her head. [color=6ecff6]“It’s currently 1:45 in the morning. That means there’s a higher populous indoors right now than there are at the site. We can use that. Capture the Cursed Ones in their homes and get more information out of them.”[/color] There were a few more nods and she continued to explain the plan. Once it was clear, everyone began to suit up and head out. It was time for the real work.

[i]2:33 am[/i] 

Task Force trucks stopped in front of the apartment, some quietly driving farther down to patrol for ones that tried to escape. With the clouds hiding the moon, it had gotten even darker than normal. It looked as though it threatened to rain as well.

[color=6ecff6]“Get in formation. Ready your weapons but don’t shoot on sight. There may be decoys here- some may not be cursed.” 
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“Right!” 

They group crept closer and closer to the apartment, and when Ty’s hand raised, the signal was given. The raid began.