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"We need to be setting up some study material or training courses on the enemy, too," Jordan suggested, watching America sharply to see what she thought of the idea. "As is, it's extracurricular, but hell, you know hunters, most of us do our jobs but there's a whole lot of people who do nothing but slack and -- uh -- goof off in their free time. Not talking about some kind of certification or anything, but an occasional discussion on what we're fighting and how to approach it wouldn't go amiss."

He managed a small grin. "I've seen Allan fight. The man's amazing. I think this proposal would be better pitched to Simon, though."

Jordan's smile turned slightly wry, acknowledging the point. "The ones we're most likely to encounter in standard field missions," he replied. "Okay, that's a huge range to cover, yeah, but human military and police organizations are constantly having to deal with the development of new technology and techniques and training to counter them. Why should we hold ourselves to a lower standard? There's some of the less intelligent creature types that you see more frequently, and then there's broad types of the smarter ones that go rogue and come into our world to feed."

He sipped his coffee thoughtfully. "Having some kind of psychological preparation for the ones that can alter reality in big or small ways could be helpful, too. Nothing can really prepare you for that, not really, but having some kind of coping measure to fall back on while you're being messed with could help with recovery times afterward." He suppressed a shudder (bugs) and closed his eyes for a moment, thinking mazes and then flinching away from the sharp ache that came with that thought, redirecting, redirecting. Not everyone had practice in breaking cycles mentally. Maybe it could be taught.

He relaxed again at America's suggestion, laughing a little. "Yeah, you're right. Allan's got the enthusiasm, Simon's got the organization."

"Better chance of encountering Fear creatures in a setting that may not necessitate fighting, too," Jordan nodded. "You can't assume it's safe in there, but sometimes you find the ones who want to talk, too. That can be useful." He leaned on the table, watching America for her reaction. "Getting used to the idea that the things we fight have minds and opinions can be a rough one. It's not easy to think that what's haunted us since childhood might not always be hostile, and people don't always draw the connection between their weapon talking to them and the creatures they used to be. Intellectual knowledge versus comprehension."

Jordan nodded, thinking of the kitsune he kept running into; he couldn't even remember what had started the mutual grudge, but there was a lasting dislike there, although it had softened slightly after the artifact mission in which they'd all been thrown unexpectedly back into their Kingdom selves. The Blue Bishop had understood the Violet Queen's affection for and need to protect his King, and it had been an unwillingly conceded point of resonance and similarity. That was an extraordinary circumstance, though, and not one that would affect most grudges. The memory made his chest ache again, and he turned his thoughts away. How long would it take before everything stopped reminding him?

"Grudges or debts," he added. "I wouldn't trust a horseman with anything, but some of the Halloween types have a sense of honor and can be dealt with. I don't think it's common knowledge, but from time to time we work with the Boogeymen. Their equivalent of the cops."

Jordan finished the last of his coffee and set the cup down. "I don't know much about it," he said, "but I've heard bits and pieces about extended golem missions, and I once had a mission go spectacularly south, and a pair of Boogeys hauled our asses out of the fire -- literal fire, may I add -- and they sure seemed to be used to working with hunters. Probably something that Death knows a hell of a lot more about than Sun, also probably some degree of classified."