The Captain sat on her chair thinking long and hard about the problem at hand. Her steel like green eyes seems lost in her very thoughts. She had known this planet when it was only a little sapling in the creation vortex once. But now in the year 5690, her mind swirled and thought of all the things that were going on.

The world had fallen into chaos, darker and more scary monsters had started to emerge things that this organization had never seen before. She was lost on what to attack it with or who to send out against such a force. She grumbled as the voices in her head all said different options and neither sounded that good to her. Blessed with the DNA of a Hydra a class zero monster. A creature gone exstinct but she remembered the memeories of the beast and how it lived.

"Calling in Class Zero Agents please to Captain's Office immediately," She said into the megaphone. Class Zero agents were the Hunting agents or the agents that faced some of the greater world problems.

[i][b]The Training Hall[/b][/i]

VT-8 glared as he was training with a few other androids, his throwing sharp daggers and stabbing a few as he never was angry but it was a task that needed to be done. He was fast and proficient in his attacks whipping out an electric wipe and wrapped it around one of the androids necks and snapped it clean off. Vt-8 Program was attacked and killed, the task at hand was the only thing he cared about or would perform. He was not built with emotions or understanding of them.

Hearing the command of the Captain his cloak ruffled slightly as he spoke to the room "Training off, repair bots in" said before leaving the room his eyes scanning the hallways as he walked to the office. His footsteps clanked on the floor, his boots made heavy steel and he didn't mind them he barely noticed the sound anymore. His tall frame stood around six feet tall and a cloak drifted behind him. His body was made of metal and human function of pain and memories. He came to the room and stood there and was silent, "I am here, VT-8" 

[i][b]Ancient Dungeons, Kitsune Arrival[/b][/i]

The Kitsune was one of the most dangerous creatures that the organization had ever captured, his ancient tails and powers made him so dangerous the group collared the male. The Kitsune was often locked away in his shrine in his own cell deep down in the dungeon-like area, keeping him away from many others. His eyes glowed dangerously in the shrine as he was commanded to the captain's office. As he tried to refuse the order the collar gave off a wave of pain-causing the kitsune to roar angrily.

With anger in his chest and veins, he snarled and came out of the shrine. Master Toraskui snarled deeply as he was demanded to go to the office, two of the special guards in control of watching him allowed him out and escorted him. He was about to leave the dungeon area in over fifty years. He often was used on worst of worst-case scenario fighting. But those where rare and now seeing he was needed he grinned slightly "So something very bad must be happening for my appearance needed" he grinned to one of the guards but the guard refused to answer. The kitsune came to the door and walked into the office and growled lowly "Captain Vos, so nice that finally, i can stretch my legs" he grinned dangerously before a guard jabbed him harshly with a pulse staff causing the creature to recoil and snap at him slightly angrily. The kitsune was not even known to have been here, as kitsune was said to be more dangerous then the likes of devils and archangels. Kitsune often were attacked and killed by the group, but he was spared and why? hed never understand. He growled lowly as he watched the others start showing up feeling more and more uneasy, he didn't do well with others.