[center][h1][color=96EACE]Jeremy Lindall[/color][/h1][/center]
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Jeremy had been one of the first to get word of the briefing, having just returned from training out in the forest. At this stage, the training was unfortunately quite easy, as the gauntlet he'd set up didn't quite have the same effect when he knew where all the traps were. It hardly kept him on his toes when he was expecting everything, after all. The only redeeming feature was the fact that, every now and then, he'd get attacked by the local wildlife, forcing him to adapt a situation he didn't already understand every last detail of. It had only happened seven times over the three days he'd been there though, so it was hardly consistent enough to call actual training.

That wasn't important at the moment though, as he now found himself sitting in Sister Deborah's office, subtley observing the others and wondering whether any of them knew why they'd been called in. Thankfully, he'd been able to get along decently with most of them, although that may have just been because he hadn't really spoken up much. It wasn't for lack of interest or anything, he was just never quite sure of what he should say, and didn't want to accidentally say the wrong thing. Hannah used to tell him that other people their age actually found his silence intimidating, but he hoped she was joking. Making his companions nervous was the [i]last[/i] thing he wanted...

It was at that point that Sister Deborah finally started speaking, the last stragglers having finally arrived in the office. Jeremy listened in growing interest as she briefed them on the situation, and their first mission; vampire hunting. The idea brought out feelings of both relief and nervousness in the boy. On the one hand, it was something he'd done a few times in the past, so he at least had a decent amount of experience in the area he could rely on. On the other hand though, it seemed rather likely that he was the [i]only[/i] person in the group who would have that experience. After all, most of them had been a part of this coven their whole lives, and had only just been initiated along with him. He doubted they'd send witches who hadn't bonded with the wellspring yet into such a dangerous situation. Meanwhile, his own coven hadn't had a wellspring of their own, so he had already been deemed ready to play a role in their hunts as soon as they thought he could handle himself in a combat situation.

So essentially, he was the most experienced vampire hunter of his peers. That meant they might need to rely on him for advice, which was a [i]horrifying[/i] thought because he wasn't entirely sure if he would be able to give them the right answers if they did. Not that he wouldn't help to the best of his abilities, of course, but it was just a little nerve-wracking. He definitely didn't think he would be capable of [i]leading[/i] the team if, god forbid, they asked him to. He'd only ever played a small part in the hunts he'd been on, usually in a support role. No, he'd stick to just helping as best as he could, and leave the leadership role to someone who understood everyone better.

Thankfully, it looked like Jean-Luc might have decided to take up the mantle, reading out the basics of what was in the dossier to the rest of the Carolina team. Jeremy nodded when the team parted to prepare. He didn't need to go to the armoury like Jean-Luc had, having already brought a number of weapons capable of fighting vampires and other supernatural nasties along with him when he first arrived. A number of different firearms, a few knives, and even a large chain whip, all of which where heavily enchanted. In addition, the knives, whip, and at least a few of the bullets for each gun had been coated in silver. Realising he still had a couple of hours before he would have to leave, he placed the knives and whip in a nice, sunlit spot, where some of the enchantments would allow them to soak in sunlight to be released later. He then moved on to packing some of the less suspicious items, like clothing, and other essentials. Finally, he rounded it off with a small sewing kit, a set of inkbrushes with a few vials of ink, and a couple of notepads, which he neatly packed away into a small backpack. All in all, he somehow managed to fit everything into just one large travelbag and the aforementioned backpack, although it was likely this was due to him eventually deciding he didn't need more than two changes of clothes, along with a few nifty enchantments on the bag itself.

Once he was done with his packing, he put some extra food in Bertle's enclosure, gently patting the small turtle on the head. Realising he still had about an hour left, he spent about thirty minutes of it painting a small series of runes onto a couple of rocks he'd picked up that morning, before finally collecting his stuff together and heading down.

He saw Jean-Luc again waiting by his car, walking over to join him. Best to discuss strategy now, rather than waiting until they were all at the hotel.

[color=96EACE]"We'll need to be careful."[/color] He began. [color=96EACE]"It's a small town, so any large groups of newcomers will stand out. We might be able to use that to our advantage in tracking them down, but it will also make it dangerously easy for them to find out about [i]us[/i] as well, especially if they're already expecting more witches to come after them."[/color]