[h1][color=9e0039]𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒔[/color][/h1]
[sub][hr]🇹🇮🇲🇪: A few hours ago prior to present time.
🇱🇴🇨🇦🇹🇮🇴🇳: Somewhere in the eastern region of Canada’s wilderness.[hr][/sub]

[color=39b54a][i]How far up ahead?[/i][/color]

[color=f7941d][i]No more than fifty meters at 2 o’ clock [/i][/color]

Nodding to his younger brother, the Snake got up from his knees and started walking westward; at the opposite way the target was located.

[color=39b54a][i]You know what to do. Lure it over my direction. I will be waiting.[/i] [/color]

Giving his brother a slow understanding nod, the tall bronze-skinned man began drawing a symbol on his biceps as he recited in some foreign language. Meanwhile, Maximillian headed a few meters away from Jonathan’s location before chanting in the same foreign language his brother had been, his hands circling over a specific area in front of him. In a moment, a greenish circle seemingly made of rune words and lines appeared to encircle a vast clearing. 

Just as Maximillian’s preparations were completed, Jonathan had finished chanting his own casting. Slowly, the muscles throughout his body seemed to bulge, or at least become more imposing than the already existing significant muscle mass the tattooed member The Predators possessed. Raising a proud and cocky fist in the air to his on looking brother, Jonathan took off running in the forest with speed far greater than the best running athlete, at least in normal humans’ terms. 

It didn’t take much time for the shaved-headed man to reach where the target was. Already, it had heard him coming and scented his smell from ways away. But the member of the hunting team knew that much and had already doubled the animal, forcing it to run the other way instead. Just as intended, the target was making a run for it towards Maximillian’s position.

Hiding in a bush, the only faint hint of the Snake’s presence in the vicinity was the barrel of his rifle poking out from the greenery. Like his representing creature, he lied in wait for the moment he would strike, swiftly and deadly. Just as the animal entered the clearing, the area began glowing with a sickening green aura; a circle of runes manifested itself to trap the alchemically-trapped beat. 

With the pull of a trigger, something emerged from the bush to hit the deer square in the neck. At first, the horned beast furiously thrashed around until it finally slowed down after half a minute and fell to the leafy soil. 

[color=39b54a]“I suppose it’s another alternative for hunting, wouldn’t you say?”[/color]

Maximillian emerged from his hiding place just as his enhanced brother Jonathan arrived running to check up on the felled animal. 

[color=f7941d]“Yeah, like luring an animal to a trap. I suppose that “Imprisoning” Alchemy you picked up could come in handy to capture future targets alive, huh?”[/color]

[color=39b54a]“Indeed.”[/color]

Just as Jonathan was about to add something about making a good feast out of the animal, Maximillian held up his index as a waiting sign at the same time his phone was buzzing in the pocket of his pants. Shrugging, the younger brother took out a hunting knife and plunged it deep in the deer’s neck while the elder brother took out his phone.

[color=39b54a]“I'm listening.?”[/color]

[color=39b54a]"…"[/color]

[color=39b54a]“Understood, we’ll be on our way.”[/color]

Mentally reading his brother’s mind over the telepathic bond they shared, Jonathan sighed in annoyance as he learned the bad news. He got up from his knees just before wiping the blood off his knife and sheathed it away.

[color=39b54a]“Sorry brother, it will be for another time. Let the wilderness enjoy it in our stead.”[/color]

[sub][hr]🇹🇮🇲🇪: A hour before the meeting
🇱🇴🇨🇦🇹🇮🇴🇳: Aboard training grounds Innocence airship[hr][/sub]
The trip back to Innocence was quick and rushed. First, the Predators had to call one of A.M.R.O.’s Canadian headquarters to book up a flight to Italy in order to reach Innocence as soon as possible. When it had been done, the two brothers then were cleared by Italy’s HQ for a porting into the flying training grounds ship.

All this running around to get to the appointed time for an apparent meeting left the Wylde brothers breathless, more quite mentally than physically. They were trained and adapted for heavy physical labors, but they themselves didn’t quite like the idea of being rushed. Maximillian was more disciplined as to comply with such stress, but the carefree Jonathan hated it vehemently. He’d rather take his time to visit nearby areas, see the sceneries other countries had to offer, what the food and drinks tasted like, how fine the women of this country were.

[color=f7941d]“Guess we’re back here after all…”[/color]

[color=39b54a]“Don’t make such a long face, John. It has been a while since the last time we visited this place. You should take this opportunity to meet new faces, or pay a visit to old friends.”[/color]

[color=f7941d]“Right… Guess I’ll head over to the Foundry. Get my gear back in shape. I’ll see you at the meeting.”[/color]

Maximillian nodded to his brother affirmatively. To no surprise, he knew his brother would go to where there would be weapons. If memory served him right, there were a few of his friends working down at crafting weapons too. It might do him some good to get that head of his out from the woods and see people other than him.

As for himself, the Snake pondered over the possibility of new additions to the Laboratory, or even new research materials in the Library. Juggling between the two areas in his mind, his feet led him towards the laboratory instead. Maybe meet some new faces as well and introduce himself to them? Perhaps some old familiar folks would still be working there too.