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As per her programing Nemisis 12 went to evasive manuvers and headed for the
designated site in the city.. Sanchez followed the best he could but she managed to
loose her in the labrynith of the city; so he cleaned up the weapons and left Bridget to do what she had to and hope she would come home.

When she reached the site she opened the door with the coded sequence that was implanted in her mind as well as the retinal scan. She entered and sat down in a chair and was scanned for wounds, contamination, bugs, etc... That being done a team of doctors and scientists entered and began to work on Nemisis 12. They downloaded the data from her mind and translated what the deficency was .... it was a strong pyschic attack... they had been working on a pyschic shield for the mind and figure this might be a good time to test it out on a living human... The surgery was done along with vaccinations and new Retro-DNA to hopefully enhance her abilities.

Bridget woke up in her hotel room with nothing more than a slight headache; plus
the fact that 4 weeks had passed by without any memory of what had happened to
her. She called Sanchez and he was glad she was alright and the fight that had ensued before she went blank. Something was not right and she had a strong suspicion that Mr. Symthe had the answers. On the good side the Browstone had been finished and the plans discretely destroyed... now the specialty work inside could begin and for that she hired separate contractors to do one part of the work then have another do another(that way there was no contractors from knowing all
the interior details) and had those plans destroyed. It would take another 4 months to do all the work and Bridget needed to find out what happened.

Sanchez and Her met at the cache and got their weapons and equipment....she had been gone a long time they needed to recon that place again to see if it still was a major nest or just a way stop for those caught away from thier hiddy hole.
They scouted the place for 5 nites and came to a conclusion that it was the safe house for a motorcycle gang and a few others if they got caught out to far from thier resting place. The place had to be rigged in some fashion to alert them of intruders at anytime; especially the daytime. Since it seemed to be a major nest
it seemed like they would need help and intel, that meant going to the Hunter's
Haven and talking to Will.

((exit to Haven))

He sat in an alley across from the garage where his car lay. It was almost staring back at him, mockingly it seemed. He'd already transported his bike back to Midian. This was going to be difficult enough without a second vehicle to hide off somewhere and retrieve later. Luckily though, he was a master of invisibility. He slinked from shadow to shadow, and suddenly realized that must be a part of why Ashtar is a shadow mage as well as a mage of fire. He shook his head. "No time for pondering that now." He reached the security locked outer gate. He wouldn't transport himself in. It would cause too much attention, and anyway, if he was caught, there'd be a lot of questions to answer that would be bad for all his kind.

Hovering at the bar, he realized he was attracting more than a few odd looks. The tip of his head was scraping the ceiling almost, but it was too late to hover lower now because everyone would notice his obvious dip in height. He ordered another drink and leant on his bony elbow against the top part of the bar, his robes flapped slightly as he did so and knocked a drink off the bar with a smash. The mortal who's drink it was turned and glared upwards into his hood.

'Think yer funny do yer? Whassis anyway, you look like the friggin' Grim Reaper in that get up.'

His friends burst out laughing and the man turned to them slightly and grinned.

'This ones askin' for trouble if you ask me..'

Oz peered down at the man, who although considerably shorter than him, was much more adept in the muscular feild than he was. Then again that could be said about any living creature. The man swung for him and his fist contacted with a large crack, sending Oz back a few feet back, but still perfectly upright. The man grinned pleased with himself, before his mouth drooped into an expression of agony and clutched his fist.

'You almost broke my 'and you ba-'

He stopped. A gloved hand had shot out of nowhere and was gripping his throat, the man gurgled trying to speak or breathe he couldn't quite tell. Slowly he was lifted off his feet, Oz whispering an encantation to keep his strength high enough while doing so, and flung into his group of friends who were now staring opened mouthed at the scene.

'And you broke one of my ribs..'

He turned to the group, who were now staring wide eyed in horror, lifted his face from the shadows and flung his robes open wide. They simultaniously let out a cry of pure fear at the floating half skeleton infront of them, one of the ribs hung from a tiny splinter of bone, and proceeded to scramble in all directions. Oz closed his robes back up and exited the bar as fast as he could, cackling quietly to himself.

Cady was out hunting tonight, too, and he knew that Rogue was, he knew she was near. He drinks deeply from a young woman, no older than 20, who was busy out clubbing with her friends untill she was plucked into an alleyway to feed Cady's curse. Once this is done, for it is a slow and quite enjoyable kill. He leaps over a building when he was done, not mutilating the corpse as he so often did. He does drop a little bottle of liquid on her which shatters and bursts into flames, to burn the corpse. He eventually lands in the same alleyway as Rogue after a few moments.

Cady looks down at her when she lands, smiling, his own lips still a little touched with blood, and a little at the sides of his mouth. He looked wild, like the clansman he once was, and yet, stood as refined as he always did, smiling.

Jay walked down the street silently, her broken laces bouncing on the ground, and her torn jeans icy to her skin. She wasn't wearing a jacket, just a thin, orange overshirt, overtop of a sleeveless tanktop. She was, in fact terribly cold, but she wasn't in any position to be roaming tonight, just making her way to the subway station. Jay began to jog, through the back alleys, the damp walls were familiar to her, and she was all but new to how to hide herself. A young girl, just making her way home, that's how she thought herself to be, even though others often mistook her for a boy, which was okay, taking NYC's sexual predators into perspective.
She took a corner, perhaps too fast, so she ended up slipping and sliding into the side of a dumpster, burning her knee on the soaked pavement. There was a loud bang, and a quiet curse from under her breath as her head slammed against the metal dumpster.

*Rogue looked over at the bang across the main street into the opposing alley and then looked down at Cady.
in the mood to play??
The female she saw was most likely a lycan...she smelt of it...Rogue jumped to the top of the building beside them, then across the street to the building over the woman and peered down.*