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[center]Gallia-Civil War-[color=0072bc][b]Beryl Harken[/b][/color][/center]

It seems that things had come to a head before they even arrived. Beryl was honestly surprised that there had been no visible fighting in the streets as overflew over the town. Destruction on that scale required serious combat to happen, it looked like somebody had dropped a cargo hold full of firebombs on the place.

Their reception on the ground wasn't any better. The guards were positively twitchy to say the least. VGGB was an expected team of reinforcements on a vehicle that should have been recognized and accompanied by a Hunter the guards should have known on sight. In fact, Beryl didn't think she'd heard Andrew even talking to any sort of Air Control on their way down. All in all she was not impressed by the team's current employer.

One hand rested on her belt next to [i]Stream's[/i] hilt as she cast her senses out. Eyes and ears scanned the team's surroundings like radar dishes while her sixth sense reached pit for any sources of water nearby. Specifically the blood of those in the surrounding area. The young Huntress couldn't exactly [i]see[/i] people that way, not without specifically concentrating on a person, but even just knowing the locations and general movements of people would let her pick out suspicious behavior.

The impressive beauty of the compound was a secondary detail. Something that was noted but not focused on. She had seen her fair share of gorgeous manor houses over the years. Mistral was full of them and she had often accompanied Father on his attempts to scrounge up donations for the orphanage. She'd also seen plenty of what the people in those manors were like.

Why couldn't they have done something simple, like clearing a forest full of Grimm. Or making Jericho smile. Either task would have made for a worthy mission.