[IC] No Escape: Hit Squad

[Nytem4re]

September 17th, 2022, 20 years into the supernatural apartheid

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Send to:

Elijah Konrad
Warden
Camp Merced Internment Center

Dear Elijah Konrad,

I humbly request that these supernaturals listed below who are currently in your custody be immediately prepped for transfer to elsewhere. It is not important where and why, but rather it is important that you take the necessary precautions to ensure that they do not attempt to escape while they are in transit. It would be a pity for me... and your career. We have a special interest in these four. Ensure the transaction occurs, and you will be heavily compensated for your service. Thank you for your time and effort.

• Subject #3751674 Venus Rose
• Subject #3760440 Lavena Kavanagh
• Subject #3761692 Keith Krat
• Subject #3763447 Kit Bosque.

It was strange really. A handwritten letter, no mention of who the sender was. Konrad checked with one of his lackeys to ensure that the letter was legitimate. He wasn't going to be the fool who let go four supernaturals because someone asked kindly, or pretending to be some bigshot they weren't. There were dozens of handwritten letters sent to him in a day, crying about injustice or pleading to let a son, daughter, wife, husband, brother, sister, whatever. But his secretary reassured him that the letter was sent from someone at the Department of Defense, and it was likely about the transfer request that had been sent in yesterday.

Honestly, the transfer seemed to be the shadiest shit Konrad had seen in a while. Camp Merced didn't often transfer supernaturals, the entire point of the camp was for them to die slowly. Sure, there were some supernatural internment camps that were actually weapon testing sites, and others that were for scientific endeavors, but Merced was neither.

Konrad briefly thought of the reasons why the Department of Defense asked for these supernaturals by name....

And quickly signed the release documents required for the transfer to occur. He was fine with whatever covert crap the government wanted to pull outside Camp Merced, as long as it wasn't his problem anymore. Konrad could probably blame the bureaucrats anyway if anything went south. A claim of a lack of funding was sure to deflect the blame away from him...

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Joseph Connors

It would be the opportunity of a lifetime they said. Joseph would serve his country with distinction, and ensure that the government could take out many targets considered untouchable by conventional means. Yeah yeah, that shit was fine and dandy, but the paycheck was the thing that sealed the deal for him. Just survive for four years, and he'd be set for a hundred lifetimes.

But now Joseph wasn't so sure anymore. Most of his doubt probably had to do with the fact he found out this morning that his team was going to be composed of supernaturals from Merced. Oh yes, they said. Forgot about that one detail they did. Don't worry, the supernaturals have kill switches just in case they do something. Yeah, that'll be a comfort knowing they'll die once they rip his body to shreds. Then again, Joseph should have known there was a catc-

"Sir? We've escorted the four up here. They're your problem now."

Joseph glanced up at the guard who had interrupted his train of thought and sighed. "Thanks. I guess." And there the four were, at the entrance to the helipad. He waved over, signaling them to come his way. "Come on! We'd best get moving quickly. You know the fucking drill by now."

[Kimchi]

Venus Rose

Venus held an apathetic expression on her face as she surveyed the three other supernaturals in the helicopter seated around her. Probably the most striking of the trio was a sharp toothed male which reminded her of zombies. Then there was a blondie that appeared normal enough at first, until she suddenly removed her head from her shoulders like it was nothing but a water bottle cap. And last but not least, the bearded man who Venus immediately gravitated towards because of the fact that he was the most human-looking. Not only that, but he was attractive too. Could serve as a decent life source in the near future.

Clutching her safety belt with both hands, she shifted uncomfortably to try to find some relief for her folded wings. They'd fixed up her damaged right wing like they promised to do and she was extremely thankful for that. Feeling the aircraft hover momentarily before landing, they were hastily ushered out and handed off to some hunk which she could only guess was their new figure of authority. Know the drill? What drill? Have I been here before? She thought to herself in slight annoyance, but decided to just go with it. It would be in her best interest to stay on everyone's good side. Especially since it was her first time leaving the camp after who knows how long. Her walking pace was hurriedly brought to a speed-walk as the group kept up with the boss man.

Nudging the male with facial hair(Kit), she gestured lightly towards the dude that barked a command at them upon first meeting. "Hey, do you know this guy?" Venus whispered, her hand cupped around her mouth as she talked off to the side.

[Fubsy]

Four years. No more, no less. That was the deal. Or so they said.

The atmosphere in the helicopter was relatively somber, the air heavy with dread and anticipation. Despite there being a relatively large group, seldom did anyone dare to break the fragile silence. No one wanted to be here. Or at least, Kit didn't want to be. He didn't want this. He didn't want to be a pawn for the people that captured his family, or to be forced to senselessly kill simply because it was orders, or to be injected with a serum that turned him into a monster. He didn't want this. But he didn't want to go back the camp neither.

Four years. Kit stared at the window, brows furrowed in thought. Just four years.

His attention switched to the rest of the group. Some of them were unfamiliar, their faces he furiously tried to remember. Others, he knew well. Keith fell in the latter category. The wendigo brought a mixed sensation of comfort and concern to Kit. It was nice to have a friend from camp, but the prospect of the young creature being put in danger filled there werewolf with anxiety. Along with him was a young woman with long pale hair and dark wings, her face completely stoic. She was beautiful, and for a moment Kit had to force himself not to look at her...ahem, assets. But there was a dangerous aura about her as well, like a rose hiding thorns. Another woman was with them as well, with long blonde hair and clear blue eyes. Kit couldn't help but stare at her face. Not because there was something on it, but mostly because it was on her lap. The headless woman sat there, seemingly unfazed by the head in her hands. This was certainly an intersting group, to say the least.

The helicopter soon landed, and a voice outside yelled over the noise of the propellers, "Come on! We'd best get moving quickly. You know the fucking drill by now."

Kit hesitated before unbuckling and stepping outside. Being outside the camp after so long was admittedly disconcerting. Welcoming, of course, but still something to get used to after years of tight confines and poor conditions. Walking towards the man, he couldn't help but feel befuddled at his words. Was he missing something? He didn't know anything about a drill. The most they'd told him was that he'd be working on a small team, doing whatever the boss said. Nothing about a drill, unless Kit completely forgot or misheard. Shrugging, he chose for his question to remain silent. In times like these, it was best to go along lest you run the risk of getting hit in the head with a gun.

"Hey, do you know this guy?" the winged woman from before whispered to Kit.

Kit glanced over, giving her a taut smile and slightly shaking his head apologetically. "Never seen him before," he quietly admitted, "but it looks like he's in charge." His eyes darted back to the commanding man before switching back to her. "Name's Kit, by the way. Kit Bosque. If we're working together, we might as well know eachother's names."

[Bombardier]

Keith Kratz

A chance to be human again. How could he refuse?

Regardless, Keith felt a bit squeamish in the chopper, and thoughts of what he would have to do for his freedom crossed his mind, among many other things. The wendigo hoped butchering bad guys would be all that is demanded of him, but he knew he was being overly optimistic. It was simply a matter of time till he would be asked to act like what he is, a monster. He probably deserved to rot in the camps. The craving he felt whenever looking over his would-be teammates assured him of this, and just about everyone else seemed to agree. The hunger served as a constant reminder in case he ever dared to think otherwise.

Gazing around at his fellow supernaturals, the wendigo felt out of place. There was the winged bombshell who seemed disinterested about this whole thing somehow. Keith envied her. Then there was the golden-haired dullahan with her head disconnected from her body. Keith envied her. Finally, there was the only friend the wendigo had left in this world, Kit. He was unspeakably grateful for his existence, yet Keith envied him. All of them had something that he did not: they could all be accepted. Attractive and human, they could all live among them without a problem, and Keith would be able to do the same soon; four years would grant him his freedom and he'd get to leave Camp Merced.

Immediately after the chopper landed and they were all greeted by their new babysitter, the skeletal creature unfastened his seatbelt then hopped out. He didn't know anything about whatever drill the new nanny was referring to, so he just figured it'd be best to stay close to the man, stay silent, and follow whatever orders are given.

[karamonnom]

Lavena Kavanagh

"I've never been so high before..."

Lavena stared down at the ground that was thousands of miles away. She would have preferred her motorcycle but this was cool too. She then refocused her attention to the people in the helicopter with her. Her new teammates seemed to be a real rag-tag group of misfits. The freaky-looking guy kind of scared her, but she knew better than to judge a person or creature by their appearance. Her other two teammates were very human-like and Lavena wondered what was special about them. She could tell that some of them were put off by the fact that her head was resting on her lap. Maybe she should put her head back on to make them more feel more comfortable. She decided against it though. "It's who I am and they're just going to have to get used to it."

To anyone who had looked down at her head, she would offer a small, polite smile. She didn't feel like it was right to say anything though. Overall, it was a very solemn ride.

When they have finally landed, some guy was already barking orders at them, which wasn't anything new. Ever since she had agreed to work with the humans they have been bossing her around. Despite her dissatisfaction of their treatment, she still followed along. The humans had a tendency of looking at them with a mix of fear and disgust. But the man seemed more annoyed or tired than anything.

As she walked, she held her head by her long, blonde hair and it swung by her sides. She was careful to make sure she didn't accidentally hit anyone with it.

She noticed that the two normal-looking people in the team were already introducing themselves to each other. Birds of feathers flock together or something, she supposed. She glanced over at the other guy but he didn't seem to be the talking type.

Anyways, she was more curious as to what they were doing. Was something going on already? Or are they just moving in to their new homes? They really need to give more explanations. She quickened her pace so she reached the man who was seemingly in charge. "So... Hi. I'm Lavena. Can you please tell us what's going on?"

[Nytem4re]

Joseph Connors

"Well, we're supposed to be headed out already, but I suppose you and that Keith guy are the only ones who follow orders." Joseph glared at Kit and Venus out of annoyance before turning back to the Dullahan. It was a bit strange how she held her head by her side, but he supposed she wouldn't be considered supernatural if her head stayed on all the time. Joseph probably would have been weirded out 5-6 years ago, but then again someone on his new team looked like a literal turd. Joseph was also pretty sure that wasn't the worst thing out there, so he bit his tongue and decided to ignore the fact he was talking to a detached head.

"So you used to be a biker of sorts eh? Not exactly what I was hoping or looking for in a covert operations unit, but I guess it's better than a stripper and a hippie." Wasn't ideal by any means, but it's not like Joseph could have requested something else. Anyway, the clock was running, so Joseph figured he should try and get everyone in the chopper through threat, since some of the team didn't willingly comply.

Joseph spoke in an exasperated tone as he explained the situation. "So, you all better get in this helicopter, or it's leaving without you. And if it leaves without you, you die. Simple as that. That is the drill. Now you can go pout or whatever, but don't look at me when the camp guards decide to use you as target practice." Joseph then sat down in the helicopter and tapped on his watch. "Y'all have 30 seconds to get in. Your choice."

[Kimchi]

Venus Rose

Venus bit her lip in slight disappointment. "Hm, well I didn't think you would," she mumbled as they continued across the helipad. Another copter was landing it seemed, but this time to pick them up. At his introduction, her lips curved into a smile. "Kit Bosque," she repeated his name with a nod of her head. "Has a nice ring to it. Venus. Venus Rose," she grinned before extending her hand. Once Kit took her up on the hand shake, a knowing glint flicked past her eyes as she sapped a little bit of energy from him through the physical contact. It was satisfying to be able to use her powers again to say the least and he was an easy target. Not to mention she noticed his gaze trailing her chest earlier. Wisps of white energy, only visible to her, oozed out of his pores and seeped into her fingers. Gasping, she picked up on his supernatural aura as well. Yup, didn't think you were human.

The chopper landed and the boss made a rather dramatic speech for them to get in to which she wordlessly complied. Venus didn't see any reason not to. She'd agreed to this and she was going to see it through. Seating herself once again, she wasn't too thrilled on going on another helicopter ride, but was glad that she at least knew one other person this time around. Turning to Kit, she glanced at the other passengers.

"Do you know any of them?" She gestured towards the blondie and the sharp-toothed male.

[Fubsy]

Kit frowned slightly as he noticed Venus' slight gasp, curiosity creeping into his eyes. Was something wrong? Was she alright? He opened his mouth to comment, only for a sharp voice to snatch away his words.

"So, you all better get in this helicopter, or it's leaving without you. And if it leaves without you, you die."

He turned away from Venus, offering the glaring man a sheepish smile. "Guess we should get going then." He headed to the chopper, easily keeping a quick pace as he bounded into his seat. As reluctant as he was to fly once more, it was far better than dying. He settled in, ducking his head slightly to keep from bumping the roof. Looking around, he offered the headless girl a small smile of greeting and a brief wave directed at Keith.

"Do you know any of them?" Venus asked as she took a seat.

Kit nodded in response. "Just Keith," he whispered. Saying this, he bobbed his head towards the wendigo. "He's a good guy. I know he may appear a bit...ah, shocking, but you can trust him." In an almost affectionate way, he gave Keith a light pat on the knee before leaning back into his seat. A small gesture of what little comfort he could offer. The large werewolf glanced at the other girl, Levana, his head tilting inquisitively. His sharp eyes studied her for a moment. "Her," he murmured, "I don't know."

He extended a hand to her, his expression warm and welcoming despite the circumstances. "Hey," he greeted. "Levana, right? I'm Kit Bosque."

[karamonnom]

Lavena Kavanagh

"Sure? I like to ride my bike, but I still can hold my own in a fight," answered Lavena. She didn't have a whip at the moment since the government took that away from her too, but she was decent at hand-to-hand anyways, as long as she wasn't busy holding her head. "Also sir, I wouldn't underestimate the 'stripper' and the 'hippie'."

She would have said more, but it wasn't her place. It would have been something along the lines of 'You're only a human afterall', but humans don't like to be looked down on, especially by the likes of them. She wouldn't want to get on his bad side. Though was that even possible? It seemed like he was tired of everyone here and they had just arrived.

She quickly got on the other helicopter and took an empty seat. She half-expected it to be as quiet of a ride as the last one but she was wrong. The girl motioned over at Lavena and the wendigo and had asked her new-found friend if he knew either of them. Lavena could not help but feel that it was rather rude of her to do that. She could have at least addressed them directly if not introduce herself formally to them. Fortunately, the guy that she was with was much more polite.

"Yes, my name is Lavena. Lavena Kavanaugh," she said with a smile and gave his hand a firm shake.
"Hello, nice to meet you, Kit."

She looked at the others who have yet to introduce themselves to her. "Let's all introduce ourselves and I hope that we all will get along swimmingly."

[Bombardier]

Keith Kratz

I don't blame her. Keith noticed the glance the dullahan gave him before choosing to interact with the new handler instead, and he fully understood why nobody would want to talk to a creature like him. Standing there quietly, he simply eavesdropped on the others exchanges, noting their tone, diction, as well as the rest.

"Well, we're supposed to be headed out already, but I suppose you and that Keith guy are the only ones who follow orders."

Oddly, the wendigo felt a sense of pride once he heard his master's words. He could follow orders! Even though the man was part of the same organization and species that degraded him, he valued those words.

"So you used to be a biker of sorts eh? Not exactly what I was hoping or looking for in a covert operations unit, but I guess it's better than a stripper and a hippie."

Being the only one not complained about in a group of supernaturals only served to please him further, but nobody would be able to tell from his expression. Regardless, Lavena's insistence that they not be underestimated caused him to feel a little hidden joy as well. However, the contact between Kit and Venus caused his face to noticeably shift as well; he didn't trust her, especially not with Kit's life. The wendigo knew all too well of the brutality supernaturals—in addition to humans—were capable of, so he chose to keep an eye on her, just out of the necessity to keep his brother safe. Now supposed to be entering another helicopter, the creature responded to Kit's wave with his own awkward gesture before hurrying in and seating himself. Time to continue his eavesdropping.

"He's a good guy. I know he may appear a bit...ah, shocking, but you can trust him."

The kinds remarks followed with a pat on the knee caused Keith to beam a toothy grin. No matter what happens, Kit must survive these four yea—"Let's all introduce ourselves and I hope that we all will get along swimmingly." Thoughts and eavesdropping interrupted, he gave the whole group a once over before clearing his throat.

"Hey... I'm Keith," the wendigo said with a voice emulating that of a human male around college age.

[Kimchi]

Venus Rose

Venus eyed the strange looking fellow with a suspicious gaze, but if Kit considered him a friend then she guessed he was alright. She nodded and listened carefully as each person introduced themselves. So headless girl is Lavena... weird name. And zombie man is Keith. Her eyebrows raised when she heard his voice. She expected a voice like Gollum to come out of a being like that, but instead her ears were met with the sound of a young male speaking. How odd.

Again feeling annoyed with the cramped position of her wings. She finally decided to just tuck them in all together. Arching her back and pushing her chest forward. A cracking noise which could be compared to bones being snapped echoed through the copter as Venus made her wings disappear into the skin of her back. "Ahh much better," she breathed with a sigh of relief as she sat back in her seat with a content expression. "My name is Venus. Pleased to meet you all," she said with a polite smile that revealed a set of dimples on her cheeks.

[Nytem4re]

Joseph Connors

"Yeah, yeah, Ms.Kavanagh, I know all you bloody supernaturals have some bullshit gimmick. Pilot, let's go." The helicopter slowly lurched into the sky, heading towards a nearby mountain range. Joseph cleared his throat, hopefully making it apparent that he was going to talk for a bit and didn't want to be interrupted. "Now that we all know each other somewhat, I mas as well tell you what we're all doing here on a fine Sunday morning."

Connors pointed towards a cave in the mountain off in the distance, which upon closer inspection had a few faint lights near it's entrance. "Dunno if you've heard, but the government has been having some issues with some separatists. They built a whole damn tunnel system or something, a whole city inside the mountain, living off of the grid. Contrary to what you might be thinking, we're not going there to slaughter them all. Rather, we're here to recover stolen technology. Property they've taken from the government. For now, just follow my lead. We're going to have to bluff our way through first, with that damn tunnel system they'd move the tech at the first sign of trouble. We'll then look for our man on the inside. Any questions?" Joseph then looked at each one of the team members, waiting for a response of any kind.

[Kimchi]

Venus Rose

Following his pointed finger, her eyes landed on a hole in to mountain they were approaching upon squinting her lids a bit. He spoke of what sounded like some rebellious group inhabiting that cut out and she nodded a tad impressed. Venus was also glad to know that they weren't being sent out on a mass murder mission from the get go. Keeping a low profile sounded doable, but she did feel a bit concerned over Keith's appearance. How would those people react upon seeing him?

"What're we gonna do bout' Keith?" she asked trying not to sound harsh. Patting his shoulder lightly, she glanced around the cabin for some sort of cloak to at least hide his face as to not attract attention. "I mean no offense hun, just trying to keep ya' safe," Venus whispered to him, proving she meant well with her inquiry.

Bluffing upon entry to the mountain was the least of her worries and if it ever came down to it, she could always charm anyone that stood in their path, but that would be a resort on the back burner.

[Bombardier]

Keith Kratz

The creature noticed the siren's reaction to his voice, but he wasn't as surprised as she was. His voice was the only remnant hinting at his past as a human. Keith gave a grin and nod in reply to Venus' introduction shortly before their handler made it obvious that he was going to speak. Wanting to be a good lil soldier for the people who offer him salvation, he gave the man his full attention. As the commander spoke the wendigo began to panic about the possibility of needing to commit mass murder till the commander stated the contrary. It was just a recovery mission. Get in and get out, the assignment seemed simple enough.

"What're we gonna do bout' Keith?"

Except ya know, that. The pat following served to comfort him little. He knew she meant well though, and Venus was right.

"I understand. You have a fair point," Keith looked to his commander after taking a quick glance at Kit, worrying about what may happen while they were in there.
"What're we gonna do about me?

[Fubsy]

Kit gazed down at the pointed out mountain range, his keen eyes picking out the minute glimmers of lights among the clearly manmade hole. A whole civilization situated beneath the earth. Dread weighed heavily on Kit's stomach at the implications of their task. He doubted they were headed their for any peacemaking. They were soldiers now, whether they liked it or not. Killers paid with the white lie of freedom. They were expected to spill blood on command. Whose, they did not care.

"Contrary to what you might be thinking, we're not going there to slaughter them all."

Conner's words dispelled most of Kit's reluctance. Most. This was only the first mission among many, and he doubted it'd be so simple. Still, it was good to know that they weren't going to butcher an entire city.

"What're we gonna do bout' Keith?" Venus spoke up, giving the wendigo a well-meaning pat.

"What're we gonna do about me?

Kit met Keith's glance, a light frown pulling the corners of his lips. What would they do? Even in a crowd he'd stick out like a sore thumb, and the last thing he wanted was his little brother to get hurt.

"Well," he said after a contemplative pause, "what if they didn't see you? You're fairly stealthy as it is." Back in camp, Kit always found himself jumping whenever Keith snuck up behind him. Even with his sharp hearing, the wendigo' footfalls were silent. He was a creature of the dark after all, and his skills certainly showed that. "If you stick to the shadows and sneak around, you can scout around. No one would have to see you."

[Nytem4re]

Joseph Connors

Connors merely shrugged. He didn't really think it would be that much of a problem. "Keith can sneak his way around if need be. Besides, I think we have a good enough cover story. If Keith is really that scared, he can just sneak out when we distract the guards at the front. Anyways, we're nearing the compound area. Just follow my lead." The helicopter began to land onto a crudely carved out area near the entrance of the mountain, and armed guards began to crowd around it. Wasn't unexpected, as it was more likely they would have shot on sight.

"Howdy. How ya doin?" Connors grinned and waved at the guards, who were still a bit wary of him. Or at least what was in the helicopter. Connors pulled out a few papers from his pockets, handing them to the closest guard to the helicopter. "Just here to drop off some wares ya know. Make some cash under the table right? Your boss knows I'm coming."

The guard gave him a curious look before inquiring him about his wares. "Really? You're selling those things?"

Connors laughed, pointing towards Venus and Kit. "Yeah. I mean, even you guys can do with a supernatural or two to kill or torture right? Just look at that Siren I have over there. Blond Hair, the fairest skin you've ever seen, a nice rack. I'd bet your men would kill to bang something like that huh? She's probably into some kinky shit too. I also got a werewolf, I'm sure torturing that one for days could make a good propaganda piece for those home movies of yours. Always fun to get some revenge for New Year's aye? All that and more."

The guard nodded, seemingly agreeing with what Connors was saying. "Yeah I guess the Boss might buy one of em. Just head straight to the boss's office. He's waiting for ya."

"Come on ya louts. We gotta move." The guards tensed up, but Konrad waved them off. "Don't worry about it. They follow my orders. Got some device planted in em, so they die if the disobey me." It didn't really reassure them, but the guards did move to allow them to pass through.

[Kimchi]

Venus Rose

Hmm sticking to the shadows. Sounds a lot riskier, but sure. Feeling the copter slow down and hover over the pad, Venus glanced out the window to see a ring of armed guards surrounding the supposed spot that their aircraft was going to land on. Coming to a full stop, their boss hopped out first and they trailed along after him. Venus kept her composure and wasn't the least bit intimidated by the gun-holding men. There had been too many of them to count back in the torture camp.

Seeing the leader hand the guards some papers, she was surprised that their cover was actually selling supernaturals to the facility. Well at least she could be herself there without much confusion and alarm. She guessed the same would go for Keith if they already knew a shipment of non-humans were coming in.

Perking up when the leader pointed at her, she raised an eyebrow as he began to state her desirability. Biting her bottom lip, she seductively ran a finger over the curves of her cleavage as she held eye contact with one of the guards. Would kill to bang huh? I suppose one could die fucking me... But I'd say it's worth it. She snickered mentally.

Turning to Kit, she smirked upon finding out he was a werewolf. So that's what you are. A wild beast. Venus was curious to see him in his true form, but also knew he probably lacked control of himself if he ever did transform. She knew they'd experience it sooner or later.

Getting cautious stares from the guards, the boss assured them of their safety because of the implanted devices. Cringing, Venus fingered the back of her neck where they had injected it. I'll need to find a way to get that out at some point. She made a mental note.

[karamonnom]

Lavena Kavanagh

Lavena offered a smile to her new companions. But before she could say anything else, they have arrived at their destination. Their leader, who has yet to introduce himself, had given them their mission details and it seemed simple enough. Under the impression that they were trying to blend in, she placed her head back on her neck.

When they landed, they were immediately approached by guards. They eyed them suspiciously and while their guns may not kill her, it made her worry.

It turned out that their "cover" is that their leader was selling them to their boss. Despite this new information, she decided to keep her head on. Maybe it would be safer if they didn't know what she was and her weaknesses. And much to her surprise, the plan had actually worked. They were not completely satisfied with their story, but they were letting them pass. She kept her eyes down as they began to walk to wherever they were supposed to go.

[Fubsy]

They arrived at their destination soon enough. An armada of guards surrounded them, eyes filled with unmistakable distrust. They were armed and ready, their guns poised to strike at any sign of danger. Years before, Kit would've been cautious. Intimidated, even. But years of entrapment, forced along by similarly armed guards and the constant reminder of a futile escape wrapped around his chest, desensitized any fear from being around the guards. Kit moved inbetween the group, positioning himself so that he remained as close as he could to his companions. He met each guard's gaze evenly, the glint in his eyes not quite rage, but dangerous nonetheless.

A small shiver crawled up Kit's spine as the boss revealed their cover. Supernaturals for sale. It was just a story, not that they were really selling them, but that didn't mean there weren't others who had been sold. The government had its secrets. This ragtag team was only one of them. With little love of supernaturals, it wouldn't have surprised Kit if there truly was an underground slave market.

"Come on ya louts. We gotta move."

Kit lowered his gaze, but the air around him, once seemingly calm on the copter, remained cold and dark. He moved on with little fight, but the message he emanated remained clear: hurt them and die.

[Bombardier]

Keith Kratz

Keith considered his brother's stealth idea, figuring he could do it he wanted to, but he didn't want to. Doing so would mean separation from the group and by extension being alone. Not to mention, being unable to protect Kit if the need ever arrived. Fortunately, any worry was partially relieved by their handler's assurance that their cover story would be enough to get the wendigo through.

The helicopter finally landed with some commandos immediately approaching them with caution. The creature eyed all of them briefly then licked his lips with his long inhuman tongue. Well, it was time to hear the babysitter explain to the guards why they were there.

Any comfort vanished with the reveal that their cover involved a supernatural trafficking. Living, breathing beings were being traded around as if it were nothing. The guard's response to their new handler only confirmed its existence and served to further frustrate Keith. How could they defend a man who treated people like Kit as if they were less than human? Why? At this point his eyes were flickering with rage as he stared at the guards. He wanted to kill them. Cut them up. Devour them. He could do it right now. He could... he couldn't. He'd get blown to bits and nothing would get accomplished, for guards could be replaced.

The wendigo moved along when asked, any tension in the air around him no longer there. Keith simply leaned in and whispered something to the squad.

"I'll keep to the shadows... y'all go on ahead."