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Slippers' feet felt like blocks of lead as he walked along the city streets, he had only been back in New York from Europe for about five hours, three of those had been with him asleep the other two had consisted of him catching up with friends. His jet lag was heavy upon his shoulders and his mind was fuzzy with the need for sleep.

Ahead of him a group of young adults stumbled out of a club, the aroma of alcohol surrounded them and the street, Slippers changed the speed of his step slowing as he neared the group. It could have been tiredness playing tricks on him but the group didn't look right to him, as he neared closer his eyes checked the group over and his tempo returned to normal, all was fine. One of the young women in the group blew his a kiss as he passed by, he returned her kiss with a smile. She turned back to join in with the group.

Rogue walked outside of the bar and breathed deep. The smell of the debris and the sound of sirens were everywhere. She walked quickly while getting out her phone.
"Igra je gore. Primirje je slomljen. Obavesti odgovarajuche kanale i chekalu nash dolazak."
She hung up the phone without waiting for a response.

She started off in a run darting this way and that making her way to the area that had just been bombed. She knew they shouldn't be here, as they were now officially in lycan territory and since the peace was broken, they were technically trespassers.
Keep an eye out. Who knows where Kensington actually went, and I'm assuming the lycans will be after our heads.

They had to know the damage. They had to know what had been done, not from secondhand channels but firsthand. If they were to be the leaders in anything, it meant not being afraid of standing on a frontline. Though they were merely here to observe...

She climbed the nearest building to the blast that was still standing, and perched at the top. She closed her eyes for a moment and felt psychically for anyone close to them, and coming up empty, she lit a cigarette and stared down at the smoking debris, and the cop cars arriving shorty after they made it to the top of the building.

She took a long drag on the cigarette while she crouched over the edge counting as many bodies as she could see. The damage was bad...very bad. When Alexz appeared on the roof she spoke.
"I suppose it would be Serbo-Croatian now, but really...the former country of Yugoslavia...why the countries constantly decide to change their borders...I don't know. I suppose the same reason we are on this rooftop. War."

She took another drag and looked at Lance. "we need to survey the damage. Since we had nothing to do with this attack, and don't understand the reasons for the broken peace, we need to understand what the hell happened here. Regardless of who created the blasts, we have just become the targets. We need to know why.

And if I were you, I'd keep your distance from us from here on out...your own people will have your pelt for mere association with us. It is the old way."

The Nightwatch kill team made their way through the back alleys of the city. They moved fast and purposeful, they had a schedule to keep.

As Kensington ran he could feel Alexz and Rogue searching for him. He did not want them finding him so had been psychically nullifying himself and the psychic profile of his team since he had met up with them. But to be on the safe side he had a trick up his sleeve to ensure his movements would be masked.

He produced his cell phone and quickly punched in a series of numbers, when the other side picked up he spoke, 'Todesschwadron drei
beginnt Ablenkungsmanöver jetzt. Wir müssen diesen Ort herausholen aus. Wir Unterstützung benötigen.'

'Jawohl! Es beginnt jetzt.' Came the reply.

'Okay, that should keep prying eyes occupied for a while. Come on, the van is round the next corner.

The team rounded the corner and there their ride was waiting for them. A black Volkswagen Transporter. The driver flashed the headlights in recognition and they all piled in.



At the same time as Kensington's team was boarding the vehicle another kill team was encroaching upon Rogue and Alexz's position, their orders were simple; shoot a few rounds at the two vampires and whoever was with them, then run like hell and sow as much mayhem and chaos in their wake. The order from Kensington was explicit, Rogue and Alexz were not to be harmed, they need only be distracted momentarily. However unbeknown to Kensington the Founder had added an addendum, though they were not to be killed, injury was perfectly acceptable.

The team took up position on a rooftop further down the street, they trained their weapons on the trio and opened fire. One of the team threw a grenade, within its core were silver ball bearings instead of steel and iron; it was one of a few new weapons the Nightwatch had at its disposal.
'Schon gut Gruppe. Lasst uns hier raus! The team leader said.

The kill team retreated out onto the streets, engaging the local police who were responding to the bomb blast. All hell had broken loose, Kensington using the mayhem to slip away undetected.

Rogue saw the grenade and in the next moment she was thrown from the roof and smashed into the building next to the one they were on. She fell to an over hang on the building with a thud. She looked up and heard the grenade go off. Alexz!

Rogue rotated her arm and then clicked her shoulder back into place.
A quick look to the street showed a team attacking the local police. A growl came from behind Rogue, and she turned to see a lycan baring its teeth and about to leap. While the lycan was in midair, she pulled out a silver knife and cut through the lycans abdomen. The dog landed behind her and she did not hesitate, planting the knife in its skull.

They were being attacked from too many sides.

Alexz! Are you alright?! We have to get out of here...