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The Hunters.
The youngest of all the underworld's organizations- the most mysterious, and the most visible. As with most organizations pertaining to the underbelly of New HVN there was a legal front, as well as their criminal operations, inside the city. The difference is that the hunters did not hide the fact that the two were connected.
The legal side did odd jobs- the various stations around the city were known under the group name of Kennels. Even at these stations, however, you could order a search for a missing pet next to the order of a kidnapping- a rescue next to a murder. True to their slogan, they would accept and complete any job.
Their impartiality on who they would work for had done well to keep their businesses protected from attack- to attack them had the unspoken promise of retaliation, therefor it was much more a intelligent decision to attack the one who placed the hit, rather than risk the wrath of an organization of highly trained assassins that were, by nature, never caught.
However, saying that the Hunters were the absolute youngest would be a lie, as new organizations would crop up in the city, same as they had. Other cities would also attempt to gain a foothold in Michael's Capital. Usually, these new organizations would collapse under their own weight, or be crushed under the heel of the elder and more cemented criminal empires. As such, many did not exist long enough to even contemplate cementing their place by removing what would initially be considered the weakest link in the chain.
Keris now had to deal with such a situation. With the youth of his organization, a powerful crime family, using a bird as their symbol, had done something that seemed to be a sick joke in his mind. He took a deep breath and tried to make sense of the information one of his wolves had just delivered to him.
Through his teeth he requested the information again. "What did you say?"
"Annette was attack while in civvies. Crucified in fact." While the voice behind the mask held no emotion, the body language gave off the feeling of barely contained rage. Within the Hunters, there were only twenty-five who actually held the rank of 'Wolf'. Each wolf, Keris included, had a mask that was individually tailored to them- Hounds wore a similar suit, but their mask was an unblemished black.
While in uniform, the Wolves were referred to by their codenames. This was to protect their civilian identities, as well as to cement their camaraderie. Keris naturally, as both their leader and the strongest Hunter, knew all of them. Across from him at this moment was 'Astral', a young man by the name of Zeke. The marking of his mask was a simple red line that cut over where his left eye would be. Annette had only recently been promoted to wolf, and as such hadnt really had time to gain a codename- the others had only referred to her as 'The Runt' or 'Newbie', affectionately of course.
"How did they know?" Keris snarled, not at the young man, but more to himself. He'd grown complacent recently- he'd let himself forget the need to fight for survival. "She's not sure- or if she is, she cant tell us. I dont know what they did before, but whatever they did, she hasnt woken up since we brought her home." Astral tightened his fist. "What do you want to do Boss?"
"Get the Pack- all missions are on hold." Keris grit out. He'd contact Sin and the other Families- not to get help, no.
"Then what?" Astral asked.
Keris looked at him and bared his teeth. "Then we Hunt."
To tell them to stay the hell out of his way.
 Azzy Rael · Thu Feb 28, 2013 @ 06:34am · 0 Comments |
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