[color=0076a3][h3][center]~Katherine~[/center][/h3][/color]

Kat got prepared easily. Remy. Her pistol. Two frags. Extra shells and bullets. Incendiary. Shredder rounds. Explosive rounds. If there was one thing she learned in Fenrir, is that you could never be too careful when dealing with potentially supernatural threats. No power was ever to little, and you could never be too prepared. Rich, coming from a loose canon like her, perhaps, but you didn't live as long as she did without some manner of forethought, as much as she'd just like to badass her way through everything.

Approaching the metal door that served as the hotels basement, Kat inhaled sharply. She'd prefer a much stealthier, solo approach. Each person in Fenrir had their specialties. Her was infiltration and quick assault. Taking out targets before anyone knew what had happened. Working with people, she could do, of course. Teamwork was mandatory in any situation...still, it made her slightly uneasy. Especially Thompson. She was glad he stayed behind for now, at least.

[color=0076a3]"Head open,"[/color] Kat said pointing to her temples, taking a position by the door. [color=0076a3]"I'll keep in touch through the usual means."[/color] It was no secret that she didn't like speaking on a the job. Her telepathy was much better suited for special operations like this. Relay orders, information, enemy positions without the need for some sort of fancy electronics that could potentially also be hacked. Before either of them could say anything, Kat pushed open the metal door, rushing quickly inside with Remy at the ready, looking down the metal sights.

She was not expecting what she saw at all.

The rancid smell of spoiled meat, flesh and waste filled her nostrils. A smell that might have bothered most people, but it was a smell Kat was wholly used too. She frowned under her helmet. Whatever it was, it had caused a bloodbath. And it had been doing it for a long time, just from the smell alone, but once she reached the end of the stairs she was immediately caught off guard.

There, standing in the center of a demolished basement was something that made her eyes go wide. It...it couldn't be. The longer she looked at it the more different it seemed. It was the same, yet vastly different. It made her head hurt, honestly. The yellow robed figure filled her with unease she hadn't felt since...she tore her eyes away from it, fearing she might tear them in the process as she glanced at the symbols and eldritch messages on the walls.

But then, a subtle movement. Not from the man in the fetal position. No. Kat ignored him. He might have been dangerous - it was always the least obvious things that got you in the end, but right now she had to make sure they didn't wake whatever it was that looked likt it was sleeping. Kat readied her shotgun once more, aiming it at the pile of rotten flesh and clothing. It moved. Ever so slightly. Breathing?

[i][b][color=0076a3]"Minos,"[/color][/b][/i] Kat's voice echoed in Minos' head as she quickly stopped walking, making a motion for him to stop. [i][b][color=0076a3]"Quiet. Movement."[/color][/b][/i] She made a quick, small movement to the pile of rancid flesh. [i][b][color=0076a3]"Breathing. Whatever it is, it's alive."[/color][/b][/i] The former mercenary slowly moved towards the monolithic structure. Her hand gripped tighter on Remy.

For the briefest of seconds, Kat contemplated her actions.

They had been told to clear it, so...clear it she was going too.

Minos would only have a handful of seconds to order her to stop before Kat reached for one of her grenades, and lobbed it in the direction of the beast.