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As if it was not confusing enough for Mark already, Lucky stood up the moment Kostya sat down, shedding a few papers as he did. Shiloh's elbowing to the ribs had done a good job of waking him up temporarily.

"Um. I have made some... unusual observations on my recent mission in Delta, Canada." He pried a handful of pages out of the pile in his hands, most of which were about 90% redacted. This was the fate of nearly every report he submitted. "... The nature of which are, like just about everything else here, classified."

"This is in addition to, um, continued communication with a person of interest,," he quickly added. Not that he needed to be that secretive about Charlotte- at least half the people in the room knew about her. And him. And the helicopter -- "I would also like to, uh, request a few trainees. With the number of hunters recruited from Delta, I could easily take over the training for a handful of them. I would like to propose a plan to return to Delta for further investigation, so they'd be - well, they'd be the best suited for it if trained first."

To his credit, Gale managed not to wince at the incompetent comment, instead just easing back into his seat with a slightly pensive look on his face, Jinhai soothing coolly through his mind. His list of both failures and successes over the past four years was extensive - he tried to sort through which were the most applicable at the present time.

"I've spent the majority of my time as a full hunter so far dealing with the finding and retrieval of artifacts related to the Horsemen," said Gale, standing with his chin up deliberately. His voice, however, was quiet and level. "This has stemmed from a long and...unfortunate...history in the Sahara as well."

He sounded as though that particular desert was the last thing he wanted to talk about. Gale took a breath and continued.

"But I also have experience in dealing with Halloween students and citizens. Over the course of the past few years, I developed a mutual agreement with one such Halloween student named Mei-Xiu, who has been willing and capable of providing us with select information in return for a truce of sort. She has been monitored by Deus before, and she, along with several others I've been in contact with as well, have been non-hostile and quite willing to work with us against the Horsemen, who are, I believe, the bigger threat than them at present."

He was not about to keep rambling. Caelius much preferred short, succinct, and to the point.

"I've also been involved in multiple incidents involving that...person of interest spoken of earlier - " He deliberately avoided looking at Rep and Lucky as he said this. " - and will continue to provide information on that to my superiors, as well as my experience in dealing with certain classified artifacts."

Then he sat down, Gale's mouth snapping shut.

When it seemed like nobody else had the balls to speak up, he directed his gaze at Rep first. "If surviving is a result William, then every single ******** Hunter on this island would be eligible to replace you. While I appreciate," he didn't, "your sentiment, is tiring to see you running around like everyone's glorified ******** secretary. If you want to specialize in operations then you need to personally follow up after being told. Hopefully you can manage more than two tasks at once." This was a jab at the survival comment.

Next, he turned to Solia. "Words do not mean progress. I want results, I want examples, I don't want your schedule for the coming months and projections if nothing is accomplished as a result. The difference between you and others who have spoken here is your lack any ******** progress whatsoever. Thinking and hoping is not progress."

"Konstantin, I will expect you to take personal measures into weaponization training then. I hope you will stick to the task and not discover that your assets are once again not best put towards that specialty."

"You will be granted a team to train team, Lucky," the Death lead seemed almost exasperated at saying his name, "once you have figured out what you want yourself to ******** do. I do not want a repeat of what happened during Delta. You will complete individual investigations first and then follow up with a team."

There was a long pause as Caelius just stared at Chel. Even if she was not making eye contact, he was. "I will speak to you after this meeting Chel."

The pause dragged on for a little longer before he turned to look at Gale. "Out of all the Death Hunters assembled here, you have been given the most lenience and experience, Gale. While you may have completed enough to warrant staying it doesn't not stress what kind of position you should be in. I would hope from you that dealing with multiple incidents would give you some point of direction. So far, all I have is multiple incomplete results with fragmented pieces of information. It should not be difficult, even by your standards, to complete something without the information becoming dated and obsolete."

And then lastly, out of all the ones spoken, was Wilson. "If by investigating you mean, collapsed out of being any source of viable information for a costly amount of time." The Death lead looked at the time on his cellphone. "At this rate, I could learn more from the aftereffects of your dead ******** body than I can with you alive. Find the ******** connection between your investigations, create a plan, and formulate a result. What the ******** are you even doing here if you cannot even grasp this simple, menial task. Do I look like a person who gives you generous leniences based on personal, irrelevant hobbies, because if I am, you are in the wrong ******** division." There was a lot of <********> put into there, which were entirely correlational to exactly how pissed off he was at Wilson.

He waited just a few seconds more for anyone else to speak up, and then continued.

"In the end it comes down to results. Results should not be this difficult to obtain. If any of you here have even a sliver of concern for any of this ******** world then you would produce results as to why. At the least, most of you have mentioned one fundamental point. Confidentiality. I expect to know your personal projects. I expect you to inform me and yourself of personal projects at their critical points, as well as those directly under it. And unless you have been living in a ******** pod and then for some reason granted full Hunter candidacy, everyone in this division should know that this information should not be shared with those without clearance. There have been multiple incidents involving information being leaked, and I would hope it would not be from the highest ranking Hunters in a division dedicated to maintaining sensitive ******** information. It is your goal to obtain results, not to hand them out to your friends. I hope I make myself clear, even for those who seem to have some sort of speech impediment, at least it should not reflect on your ability to listen."

There was about two awkward minutes of just silence. "All of you are dismissed. Lucky, put the chairs away. Chel, I will have a word with you."

The Death lead didn't bother for people to wait for people to fully leave the room before addressing Chel directly. "Why did you transfer to this division."

Mark was doing that thing where he was pretending to be really good at folding chairs, hoping he wouldn't be called on next.

"I am not asking what you submitted," Caelius said, voice dangerously quiet, speaking slower, just in case Chel had a hearing impediment, "I am asking why you are here right now." He paused. "And in case you have some sort of ******** cognitive disability, what is it that you hoped you could personally contribute to this division as a Death Hunter."

Lucky was busy pretending to clean up alongside Mark. He was currently on his second folding chair, closing it up meticulously slowly and stealing glances when it seemed like Caelius wasn't looking.

Chel had the right mind to sock Caelius. But that would have been counterproductive, as he put it, to staying alive. While Chel didn't respect the way Caelius pompously waved his pointy nose around, she did respect that Division leaders could easily kill her if they wanted to.

"Fine," she told him, giving a very relaxed shrug despite her immediately flared insides. The insults about being at the bottom or another demotion didn't bother her; it was the fact that she was being talked down to at all. "Do what you want boss-man."

Unless it was death (as in mortality ending), Chel didn't really care what hunter they tied her to. She'd already been quarantined, demoted twice now, infused with both Merlin and Protection and had a bomb strapped to her wrist. Quite frankly she should have been dead already. It was more the worry of leaving a few people behind that stayed her tongue from sassing off any more than she already had.

"Who's the mystery d**k gonna be?" She looked around the room at her options. Slim pickings alright.

That was a line crossed.

"Why do I have to leave my weapon? You wanna make a useless person even more useless?" At least the hunter she was assigned to was a complete stranger. Much better than someone she had history with.

She did however, summon her little keychain that was Tenebrae, holding him like a hostage. She wanted answers. "And do I get runics f'I leave him or do you really wanna kill me off that badly?"