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[h1][center]New York[/center][/h1]

The creaking wood beneath Casper’s feet whined under his otherwise light weight, its age starting to show through years of use. Bubbling and contained machinations stretched across the wall, harboring experimental horrors within their watery confines, the tubes revealing ambitions of a crazed man’s desires made flesh. The disappearances had revealed themselves to result in the sight now cursing Casper’s eyes, the jaded expression meeting these creatures with little emotion, but rather a sense of duty. [color=ed1c24]“Raziel.”[/color] His voice began, sounding less than phased by the tragedy. [color=ed1c24]“Whaddya’ make of this?”[/color] The vampire continued, his focus lingering upon the malformed creatures within the glass containers, floating in their solitude. 

Stitched together from various body parts, this was the attempt at a perfect lifeform, one which would borrow from various meta humans. It would state that every disappearance, every person mysteriously vanishing from their daily lives was a registered meta human. Of course, a hate crime was the first assumption but as the investigation continued, such would prove false. Meeting your end at the bottom of a forgotten cellar made laboratory was surely a fate equal to the dark, miserable blackness stretching across the corridor linking the containment area to the cells. 

[color=aba000]“These people match the data we were given.” [/color]The angelic voice responded. [color=aba000]“They’re still alive, Casper.” [/color]

[color=ed1c24]“If you call this life.”[/color] The Hunter returned, a soft frown making its way to his lips, the young man’s attention shifting to the various screens noting information of what lurked within the containers. [color=ed1c24]“C’mon, let’s see what’s inside.”[/color] Casper finished as he continued into the darkness a set of stairs down. Flickering bulbs barely holding on were the lone source of light within the cellar, illuminating the tiled walls with what they could muster. From one mission to another, Casper’s involvement in the Paranormal and Meta Human Containment Agency worked towards an effective outcome as his hunt for demons was made easier and much more reliable. In turn, Casper acted as one of the elite agents working for the Agency to quietly and with lethal efficiency either terminating supernatural threats, or containing them. Demons would of course fall into this category.

The descent into what appeared to be a short throw from madness itself grew heavier. Casper’s crimson eyes traced the walls, seeing how blood smeared the cold tiles in a stream towards the deeper rooms. Cells had been torn open, malformed abominations donning the floor as if a morbid blanket. [color=aba000]“A battle has taken place here.”[/color] Raziel noted, words brimming with truth.

[color=ed1c24]“And there’s our guy.”[/color] Casper returned, kneeling down to turn one of the bodies over to its back. Doctor Sokolov, a man well known within the underground as a scientist and biologist. “Looks like his experiments went apeshit.” The vampire continued, ascending to his feet as he looked about, scanning the area for what he had come to obtain. 

[color=aba000]“On the desk.”[/color] Raziel informed, shifting Casper’s attention to the varies documents spread out across the wooden surface. It would appear that despite the massacre which had taken place, the desk had survived. Given the shattered furniture within the dungeon, it was clear that this was a desperate fight. The subjects had broken free and attacked whatever appeared in their field of vision. Their minds had been long since destroyed. 

It had been stated that Sokolov was a paranoid man. He kept all of his research in physical form, documents, as to not get hacked. He was the only one with access to his work, and it could not be found in any digital form. While beneficial, in the end it didn’t seem to have helped him much. Gathering the various pages strewn about, Casper brought a finger to his ear. Unlike his last assignment, the vampire was dressed in a more professional attire this time around, along with a means of contact with HQ. [color=ed1c24]“Got the package, gonna’ send a squad here to clean up? Looks like shit.” [/color]

“A squad will be dispatched by air. A helicopter will arrive shortly for extraction. Another mission awaits you, Casper.” A female voice returned. Samantha, Casper’s liaison back at base, the woman keeping him and Raziel updated in the face of assignments and missions throughout their progress. Complimenting her on the woman’s job would be an understatement as she had made a name for herself within the agency. A few years prior, Samantha retired from the field but was said to have been one of the best field agents available. It was a surprise to everyone to know how her magic behind a computer screen outshone her already impressive skills in combat.

[color=ed1c24]“Ya’ can brief me.”[/color] The Hunter responded, stepping out of the old, decrepit forest cabin. 

“You like puppies, I hear.” A soft chuckle echoed through his earpiece. 

[color=ed1c24]“Am I babysittin’, Sammy?”[/color] The words were nearly venomous, but luckily, the assignment was a far throw from what he originally thought.

“A werewolf has been very naughty. We need you to find that age old rivalry within your vampiric heart and hunt him down.” Despite being a tech savvy now, Samantha was quite blood thirsty. That would never leave her. 

[color=ed1c24]“Fun times. I’ve got it sorted.”[/color] The transmission ended. A few minutes would proceed to pass before Casper’s extraction arrived at his destination. Handing the documents to the agent on the helicopter, the vampire would be transported to his new assignment without pause. Such was the luxury of a civil service job but Casper knew what he had signed up for. Indeed, a lazy bum when he wasn’t working, Casper was known to put the job first while on the field.  Seeing how the city was starting to stretch out before him, an additional number of minutes passed before New York City stood tall and mighty beneath the helicopter. 

“We’ll keep you updated!” The agent spoke through the window as they opened the helicopter hatch. Along the ride, Casper had been informed of who he was hunting and why. A rogue wolf who had turned to the more savage side of his nature. This needed to be taken care of before others were involved and before it became a public issue. It needed to be resolved tonight. Taking a step forward, the vampire leaped out of the helicopter, a feat which would have led to the inevitable death of any normal individual. With an impressive amount of vampiric grace, Casper stabilized himself midair, twirling his body around before finally landing atop the roof of The Grand Tier Restaurant. 

His target was in this area, now all he needed to do was wait. Leyla had a close eye on the wolf in question, and he was heading Casper’s way. All the vampire needed was a go from HQ before he could proceed with the mission, something he didn’t need to wait long before. This wolf was in a hurry. “Right below you, Casper.” Leyla spoke, highlighting the man now passing by the restaurant. “Take him out cleanly.” 

[color=ed1c24]“Raziel.”[/color] Casper spoke, the sword appearing in his hand before he leaped down the rooftop, an aerial execution maneuver. Given a werewolf’s acute senses however, Casper’s rapid approach was spotted, leaving a wound on the target’s back, but nothing which lead to neutralizing the target. With a load groan, the wolf picked up his pace and charged in the opposite direction, attempting to outrun the vampire. [color=ed1c24]“Y’all just love makin’ shit difficult…”[/color] A heavy sigh escaped the vampire’s lips before he gave chase.