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Sitting in his chair looking out the hotel’s window while his torn jacket lay over the bed Barron enjoyed his bourbon as he watched the sun rise over New York last night had been a busy one. With Ben being abducted by from what his intel could gather Rune, a Champion for some Elven Twink albeit a King of great power. It was none of his business why he would abduct the boy so long as Barron could find him alive but that was not presently his concern. Two things of importance happened late last night, a raid on his warehouse wherein multiple members of his organization were murdered. From the reports Lynch filled there were two supposed humans and a Golem, one was presumed female and the other male. No additional information other than the Silverish skin and smooth features of the Golem was able to be collected though there were blood splatter and hair fibers found inside. It marked a troublesome development and again someone had stolen from him showing a sign of weakness. Whoever it was clearly was more than a match for his own men, indicating someone stronger than the average metahuman; in hours he’d know if any of them had a criminal record via contacts with the Vegas Police.

There was also the other matter which he had already begun arrangements for. A phone buzzed on a pile of clothing underneath thin lace nightwear, with a splash a hand reached under them displacing the haphazardly tossed underwear as a sleek black phone was pulled out and a thumb pressed speaker mode. “You’re Jet is fueled up, we. Have a lot to catch up on tonight. The Ambassador made a public speech, fae, humans anyone who was standing at the scene. Brought a lot of attention, attention the supernatural do not need at this time.”

[color=cd0000]”The Hounds made a lot of mistakes. Pissing off the Fae is a big one. Even I know how bad they can be when angered and I only skimmed their history. I’m already packed and ready to go, just need to head out.”[/color] As Barron spoke ice cracked against themselves as the last drop of bourbon swished around as a ball of blood formed above a body in the center of the room. [color=cd0000]”Also. I found a Hound today as well dear, there was this quaint tea shop that served witches not far from my hotel. Found a guy hanging around outside, we chatted. It was most therapeutic.”[/color] Barron stood up as a knock came from the door [color=cd0000]”I have to go, the cleaner has arrived.”[/color], he stepped quickly and saw a tall thin man enter.

Taking off his cap he spoke.”Sir. I heard you needed a carpet cleaned.”

[color=cd0000]”Yes, and would you mind taking out the garbage as well?”[/color]

As Carol sat back in her bath grabbing her sponge she mused some thoughts. Is it possible to use the Hounds act of terrorism to bridge the gap between them and the Fae, their animosity towards the Vanderbilts seemed only due to their undead nature, if by chance this could allow them an opportunity to prove themselves before them they could finally reap benefits of a friendship. And expand their business. It was a pleasant thought one Carol entertained as she burned down a cigarette another elsewhere burned the midnight oil. 

Pacific Point -- 11:51 PM

Boots stomped and charged to cover as they prepared to take down their target with scopes aiming down at a man in leather eating a hotdog, as a sign flashed behind him in the distance in bright red neon bolted on a brick building. As mustard dripped off the tip Hound Dog wiped the edge of his mouth with a napkin as he walked on; snacks were hard to come by so late at night but Pop’s Malt Shop was open pretty late even more so for their favorite customer. While Hound Dog ate he felt eyes on his back, and knew something was going down. With a final gulp the last piece went down and he immediately turned and put up a deflective field using iron shavings, stopping a bullet from grazing him. “Hey hey. Are you trying to get me frosted, cause I’m frosted.”

As six men closed in on him one spoke to another.”He can do that?” 

“Not for long he won’t.” With a wrench he ran towards a hydrant and cracked the end open as another man came behind him with a cone. 

“Hey nosebleed, you dumb cause this isn't gonna go the..” A gush of water interrupted Hound Dog as the men fired their guns only to find iron shavings still blocking their target and a mostly dry Meta. “Look you seem confused let me explain things. I ain’t no comic book baddie. And water doesn’t short me out. But hey no big, after all youse folks are gonna take a nice hard nap cause while water doesn’t affect me, I’m sure you can’t say the same.”

With a quick flash of lightning the men dropped to their knees. As one managed to say conscious.”We are Humanities watchdogs. Freak..” Hound Dog blasted him and called the police.

After a few minutes when he hung up his call, he stepped around the knocked out goons. “Hardcore weapons for Human Supremacists, these guys must have some pretty good funding.” Rubbing his stiff shoulder he felt something wet between his fingertips. “Yeah. That’s not good.”