[Lee Tenshi Hu]

Werewolves, they could catch you within seconds without any hope of even driving away, slash up your chest to ribbons and rip your neck to pieces with either claws or teeth, and unloading complete magazines of automatic weaponry wouldn't even slow them down with them enduring and regenerating within moments if you could hit their wild like movement. Even in human form they could tear you up and break you in half. Very dangerous foes to face if ill equipped and even then most Agents meet their end especially when facing older werewolves or entire packs. ArchAngel was given intel that these werewolves were up to something even their own kind didn't want them doing. This was supported when multiple werewolf on werewolf skirmishes occured in the area on top of innocent humans. These were rogue werewolves alright, bad bloods. ArchAngel monitored them for a couple nights to confirm his intel. He wasn't sure what they were up to and frankly he didn't care, wasn't his job, his job was to kill them and let the sweeper team and clean up crew decipher what they were doing. ArchAngel had tracked this particular pack from New York up into Canada where they were holding up in a large building. ArchAngel made his way to the roof of the building where the make shift pack was holding their operations in. It was a five story abandoned manufacturing building, no doubt soon to be torn down, but no reason for anyone to bother disrupting the place. It was fenced up and locked up with multiple signs warding trespassers not to enter. It was on the outskirts of the city, the perfect place, no one to hear the screams, close enough to provide protection from tempted delinquents. Tonight was a full moon also and this would complicate things as the moon empowered the wolves. But ArchAngel pressed on.

ArchAngel made his way onto the rooftop by passing the locked doors and to get a better read on the situation. Thermal scans showed at least two dozen figures on guard and five having a meeting in a single room. There were two teams of two per floor patrolling the hallways. Two gaurds on the outside of a doorway at the far end of the building leading into a room where the five having a meeting were and two on the inside of it. Though the numbers were excessive, ArchAngel wondered why would an operative who was usually tasked to do special operations be assigned to clearing a building a normal team of Agents should have been able to take care of despite the high number of werewolves in the building? Well this particular group of werewolves were suspected of being headed by a fairly old werewolf. A previous delta to that zones alpha but broke away. Now overall a werewolf even the youngest, one on one with any Agent will best the Agent every time. During a full moon, especially if transformed, its suicide for even well prepared Agents. Give the Agent specialized gear and weapons designed specifically to kill the werewolf, one on one and the Agent still only has maybe a 15% chance of surviving the encounter unless he gets a lucky. Give a Agent a team to work with and coordinate tactically perhaps surprising the werewolf or setting up a trap the Agents survival rate increase drastically to almost 50%. Seems harsh but it was the cold facts, even on successful missions there was almost always casualties for normal Agents. But factor in an older and experience werewolf, even a well trained team would fall if they made even one mistake. It was why the organization struggled desperately to enhance new age weapons and other means of indirect fighting and creating soldiers like ArchAngel. ArchAngel knew it would be a challenge but he had never failed a mission and despite the odds had been through worse.

ArchAngels primary weapon was a low powered sniper rifle custom designed. The weapon itself was a unique hybridization of a sniper rifle and assualt rifle providing semi-automatic, low recoil, and deadly accurate shots and a medium powered scope. In ArchAngels hands it was very deadly. The rounds used were made from silver and soaked in a concoction of wolfs bane and a tranquilizing toxin. His back up was a desert eagle that fired .50AE rounds of similar design to his rifle. ArchAngel made his way into the building. He paused in the shadows of a corner as two werewolves approached. His visual disruption activated. The werewolves passed seemingly unable to register visually ArchAngel was there in the shadows still, but just as they stepped passed paused for a moment as they began to notice something off and pick up a scent. It was too late however. Within a flash ArchAngel had wrist sprung silver and wolfsbane/poison blades through the two werewolves heads simultaneously, piercing from the back of their necks, through the spine, up into the brain and killing them instantly and silently. They fell to the ground and ArchAngel wrapping their heads in their jackets dragged them into a janitors closet close by and used their shirts to wipe the blood from the ground. ArchAngel moved on but paused as two more werewolves headed his way. He went into a room closing the door. As the werewolves walked by ArchAngel purposely and noisily turned the door nob and opened it a crack. He leaped silently above the doorway. The two werewolves turned around and saw the door that had been closed before opened slightly.

They walked over to investigate and listen in. ArchAngel had lowered the speed of his heart to near none existent, he was almost in what one might depict a coma like state. His unique armor also helped muffle any sounds he made even from his heart. It wasn't perfect but it held off just long enough for the werewolves to believe their wasn't anything in the room and they entered to investigate unworried or cautiously and only curious which was fatally careless of them. ArchAngel dropped from above dispatching the werewolves in the same manner as the other two as he landed on them. ArchAngel went back into the hallway and closed the door. Four down and Twenty more to go. ArchAngel moved silently towards the floor below where the majority of the werewolves were at the end of the hallway. Five Werewolves in one room with two guarding the door on both sides. ArchAngel would not be able to enter the hallway undetected and if he could manage to dispatch the two guards he wouldn't be able to best the others that would follow. ArchAngel prepared explosive charges along the stairwell all the way up to the floor he came from. He situated a rope from the window next to the stairwell that he could used to swing back down to the hallway below. He went back down to the hallway and drew his rifle. ArchAngel in a flashed entered the hallway from the stairwell and fired four, perfectly aimed shots to the hearts and heads of the two werewolves guarding the doorway. ArchAngel then paused patiently waiting to see if the other werewolves might have heard anything. It didn't seem like it at first but just when he was about to push forward, two patrolling werewolves came around the corner to investigate. They saw ArchAngel and it was too late at that point to proceed covertly.

They both were shot and killed just like the last two but what ever excuse the others made to ignore the first fired rounds before couldn't be used to deny the next. One of the werewolves opened the door to see what was going on. Seeing the  ArchAngel, he shouted to the others. Things just got a whole lot more interesting, that was for sure. This was where ArchAngel earned his money, why he was chosen to do things no other Agents were. ArchAngel shot off some suppressive rounds then bolted up the stairway securing the door. The werewolves followed oblivious to the trap and hit the door hard breaking through even with ArchAngel barring it closed and they followed his scent up the stairs, some transformed but Archangel barred the door he was behind closed too and with great strength was holding it closed. He hit his trigger and the stairway ignited in flame. ArchAngel leaped out the window dodging the door that blew off and he grabbed the rope and swung down into the hallway he came from. He readied his rifle and bolted down the hallway. Stealth was out the window, the explosion would have alerted all the other werewolves on the other floors. He rounded the hallway and started down the stairwell to the lower floors on the other side. He saw three werewolves coming up and they fired at ArchAngel. He took cover and was immediately forced into hand to hand combat as one of the werewolves flashed in front of him.

ArchAngel surprised him being able to react fast enough to counter his attack and ArchAngel didn't hesitate to capitalize on this sending his blade through the werewolfs chest and let his rifle drop though it was slung, he drew his pistol and shot the werewolf in the head. ArchAngel felt a sharp sudden pain in his abdominal area a pain he knew too well. He had been shot, the body armor he wore was able to take a majority of the low caliber automatic fire but it still was painful. ArchAngel shrugged off the pain as his hearts pounded furiously fueling his body with endorphins, adrenaline, steroids, and increasing blood flow to his muscles. He leaped over the railing taking the two werewolves in the process of transforming by surprise. They hadn't faced a Agent like ArchAngel, most never did, they always underestimated him, and they always paid with their lives. Two well aimed shots ended them, ArchAngel fell all the way to the bottom floor landing and rolling to his feet and taking off. He had fallen what, three stories, with minor wounds, easy day. It didn't matter though, ArchAngel was in his rush mode, kinda high, but focused on the task still. Three down, that left the leader and a few body guards no doubt. As he rain into a large room everything became blurry and then when he was able to shake himself back to his senses he found he was on his back, in pain, on the opposite side of the room. He got to his feet and realized his guns had fallen off him when he was apparently attacked by the werewolves before him. ArchAngel drew his short katana.

The blade was made the same way the bullets were. It was razor sharp, silver etched steel. The two werewolves rushed him in a flash figuring like the others to easily dispatch the human before he could react. ArchAngel met these quickly with decapitation. The last one, the supposed leader didn't look impressed. ArchAngel rushed forward with all his speed, impressive, inhuman, but nothing compared to a seasoned werewolf. ArchAngel swung only to hit air. The werewolf was gone, no, not gone. Predictable, behind ArchAngel. ArchAngel went to swing once more but the werewolf grabbed his arm and stopped him. He held ArchAngel now easily over powering him despite ArchAngels enhanced strength. The werewolf spoke curiously "Strange. You are definately human, but you move like a newly turned vampire, and you have great strength too, though nothing compared to myself. Interesting, but futile none the less, a fools end awaits you now." The Werewolf began to move ArchAngels arm holding the katana to that the blade was now pointing at ArchAngels chest. ArchAngel fought with all his might to stop the werewolf but it was overwhelming. "I wonder, what would happen if I turned you? Could be interesting, could be a waste. Perhaps I should just kill you and get it over with instead. What do you think?" The blade was now hitting ArchAngels armor and pressing into it. ArchAngel couldn't possible outmatch the werewolves strength, was this it? No, ArchAngel was an elite Agent and he would not fall like this. ArchAngel retorted with strain in his voice "I think.....you talk too much" Using the werewolf's own strength with his own ArchAngel thrusted the blade through his own chest, through the werewolf, into the werewolfs heart.

The werewolf in shock, lost his grasp of ArchAngel, and Archangel fell forward a bit. Archangel spun and decapitated the werewolf before there was any chance of recovery for him. ArchAngel now badly wounded had his nanites already working to limit the damage. biofoam filled the wound to prevent bleeding out but internal damage might be tricky even with his limited healing. Lee felt numbing agents kicking in and he pushed through and left the building. He reported back to the "Home Office" and they told them the clean up crew and sweeper team would be there within a half hour. Lee not confident he had the time to wait made his way to a hospital in the city after painfully getting into civilian cloths he stole from one of the werewolves. He said he was mugged and they began treating him. He wasn't going to be there long though, not long enough for them to realize his false identity or his unique anatomy, just long enough to ensure the wound wasn't fatal. After, minor surgery, Lee's nanites as well as his higher tolerance for drugs allowed him to fight through the sedatives and instead of resting, he stole some cloths and escaped the hospital before anyone wanted to know more about why the monitoring equipment was acting like his heart was beating twice at a time or wanted to take a closer look. And before police could question who he was.

[Aizen Alexander Amell]

Aizen sat on his motorcycle in thought. How long had it been since he lost her? A year already? The void in his soul and pain in his heart slowly was filled with something new that slightly eased the pain, vengeance. Aizen finally got a potential lead on what could be agent activity. He watched an abandoned building just outside of town from a fair distance under a tree. Then he heard them before they were even in view, two helicopters arrived and landed. Two teams of 15 came out , one entered the building with equipment, the other began sweeping the perimeter. About six stayed with the choppers. Their was no logo, insignia, or markings on the helicopters or the mens uniform. They seemed to be well equipped like SWATT members and were organized enough. They could be mercenaries for some cartel or mob, but then again so close to a city, unauthorized use of air space would have been flagged. They had to have more pull than a criminal organization. Aizen had not came across any hunters of such magnitude and the military would be using military issued equipment and uniforms unique to their own covert operations. Was this government or something else? What were they doing here anyway? Aizen had flashes of the day he found his beloved beheaded and on the ground in their apartment. It began to consume him until he regained a new focus. Getting off his motorcycle he began with the men at the helicopters.

The men turned to the inside of their helicopters to see a few half naked super models laying out for them. Disciplined and well trained the troops raised their rifles at the woman suspiciously and demanded to know how they got on the craft. When the woman suggested they just wanted to have some fun, the men prepared to fire. But the effect was already done, the men did begin to feel seduced and Aizen amplified it considerably halting their actions momentarily. Under the guise of the woman Aizen approached unnoticed as the other woman surrounded the men running their finger across their chest. Aizen snapped one of the mens necks. As the others went to turn the woman put their hand to their face and ensnared their interest. One by one Aizen took out the men. He then took their explosives and quickly set them to blow and took one of their radios. He made his way to the building corner away from the windows and climbed up to the roof. Aizen got on the radio "I can safely presume you are all 'agents' here to clean up some supernatural mess?" The field commander got on the radio and asked who was speaking, how they got the channel, and what was going on. Aizen tauntingly replied "Well, why don't you just ask your men at your helicopter what I am doing here" With that, the sweeper team rushed to the helicopter and carefully approached . Most were in cover on the sides of them while a member was signaled to move through the back entrance to see what the situation was and begin their push in. Aizen waited just long enough for the men to see the bodies then set the explosives off blowing the two helicopters and no doubt alerting the remaining agents and probably local authorities now too.

"Utt Oh, someones lost their cover, times running out boys, I hope you are quick cleaners. No doubt the fire department and law enforcement will be investigating soon. Lets see exactly how connected and efficient you really are. Until then, lets have some fun." Aizen began to transform, his eyes turned blood red, his canines were more pronounced, he grew a tail, and devilish wings sprouted from his back, his body was marked with demonic symbols and runes. Aizen flew around the building until he saw agents through one of the windows, smashing through it and taking the agent by surprise, Aizen pushed the agent into a bunch of others. He quickly grabbed him and raised him in front of him as the other agents recovered and immediately opened fired impacting their fellow agent. As soon as the firing stopped, Aizen dropped the now dead agent and suddenly appeared in front of one of the other agents, impaling him through the neck with his wing. Reloaded and ready the remaining agents open fired once more. Aizen wrapped himself in his wings which took the rounds, though pierced, they prevented the rounds from hitting Aizens body. Aizen used the pain to fuel his rage and one by one killed the agents. As the remaining force closed in on the room Aizen waited, clinging to the ceiling in the back corner. The agents burst in with intent to overwhelm Aizen. Once most were in the room however, Aizen in a stream from his hand engulfed the entire room in hellfire. Aizen only extinguished them when the last of the screams ceased. Aizen gave some energy to a wounded agent to heal him slightly and keep him alive, he had been just outside the room and avoided the attack mostly.

Flying him to his motorcycle, Aizen changed back and putting the now unconscious agent in front of him road them away to where he could interrogate him. Aizen would have his revenge or die trying and god help anyone who got in his way. Back at the bar after stowing away his hostage who would be unconscious for awhile longer, he checked on the bartender working that night and the kitchen staff.

[Lee Tenshi Hu]

Lee made his way into a bar that was open. He sat down and ordered some food and a club soda. The bartender asked him what brought him in so late to make conversation, Lee remained calm and seemingly unphased by the question at all. Almost mono-toned Lee then replied “Just finishing up some business. I figured I would grab a drink and a snack before heading home to the states.” Lee watched as the bar tender fixed himself a beverage and wondered why he felt like he should be more cautious than usual. Bartenders were the unsung therapists of the night life world. They were social, listened, and occasionally made small talk to entertain and to keep people buying drinks. It was just part of their job, so there was nothing unusual about the mans interest in a new comer. But there was something else nagging at him, like a sixth sense almost, intuition, instinct, call it what you will, it told Lee to be careful.

Lee finished his food and took his last shot. He left some cash on the bar counter and began to grow impatient, looking towards the payphone. It was not usual for extractions to take this long, there was something else that was wrong. Lee decided to investigate himself. He headed out the front door and stood staring off in the direction the police went. He couldn’t see anything, but he heard enough to know that there was allot of commotion where his mission took place. Police, EMT, and Firemen responded to something big. Lee turned and looked back into the bar, he wasn’t sure how much he liked this new found attention from this man, but he was not going to wait around. He would find out what happened or at least his own way back. There was no point in waiting or a potentially awkward conversation with someone more authoritative than a bartender and having things get really complicated.

Lee made his was towards a hotel he knew of a few blocks down. He bought a room for a full day just in case. He then updated his location with the ‘home office’. He could tell they were not pleased he had moved. It was nearly two hours later when he got a call. He was informed due to complications with local authority and the fact that his location could no longer be confirmed safe for extraction that in order to prevent the loss of any more lives and prevent the risk of an international incident, extraction would not be made. Lee was then ordered to recover and with a wire transfer and some overnight delivered packages set up a mini base of operations and investigate what killed the teams there and to eliminate it while gathering as much information on potential survivors and the creature that created this mess. Lee reluctantly accepted his situation and mission.

Taking a shower and getting some rest, Lee planned out his following day. Prepaid cell phones, couple of laptops, and other various tools he might need including clothing and gear. Though he didn’t particularly care for the night he had, Lee found himself back at the bar in the afternoon. He would eat and see if he could find out anything from anyone who might have heard something. Sitting in the same place at the bar, he ordered some food and a beer. He was in much more fitting attire this time and had healed up nicely too so no worry about bleeding on anything and raising suspicions. With new focus Lee planned on getting to the bottom of things and getting out as quickly as possible.