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"Considering," Meredith retorted with a wink, actually utilizing some word play with the subtle hint of a smile, "the earlier memo I gave you, I am no bird. Birds peck, gov'na, I'm more a go for the throat type." However, the slight shift immediately evaporated upon the man deciding to eye her like a piece of meat. The fact the British man was so blatantly checking her out, in no way being subtle about it only served to fire her steadily burning conviction against him. He was certainly stacking the odds alright, just not in his favor in any shape or form.

"I don't know," Meredith stated, having reverted back to the monotone she'd been using earlier, "who you think you are or how you do things back in the land of tea and crumpets but it's not gonna fly here. This is America. Flattery to make amends for the fact will also get you no where. Welcome to New York, honey." If he seriously thought she was going to be gushing over compliments he more than likely issued to every woman he saw and be charmed by them he was dead wrong. She was anything but a pushover and flattery would accomplish nothing with her.

That being said, his persistent arrogance did manage to intrigue her enough to not outright walk out on him. Upon him requesting she hear him out, she agreed to though she had already been convinced by first impressions it would prove nothing more than a waste of her time. "I'll hear you out," she assured overall with a healthy degree of disinterest, "but I'm not here to hear some sob's depressing life story and how I should let them be a hunter because their family was killed by vampires and they're out for revenge. While that may be the truth, as sad as it is, wanting revenge doesn't make you a hunter."

Despite the fact she in no way expecting anything to come from this meeting other than free drinks apparently, the British man had managed to peak her interest if only a little. He was abnormal and didn't go about things conventionally, something she wouldn't admit openly to admiring (checking her out being an exception, she would never come to admire that). She supposed it was his courage she admired and the persistence combined with his friendly, carefree demeanor. She wasn't really used to being treated like she was normal even when she had been human and since she'd become a lycan it had only gotten worse.

Eden knew she was a big girl, she was just short of six feet in height and she was a built woman. She was accustomed to strange stares as a result of her physique. Having someone taller than her let alone treat her like she was a woman as opposed to some knuckle headed moron was a pleasant change of pace though it still did not serve to deplete her skepticism. "I'll get a Captain Morgan's Private Stock on the rocks, please."

Had Meredith based the credentials of this man's future hunter career in New York on his choice of liquor then she definitely wouldn't have had to stay to hear his story. What compelled him to drink the sickeningly sweet concoction was anyone's guess but all she knew was it churned in her stomach whenever she tried to drink it. "Heaven forbid!" Meredith exclaimed dramatically, proving she was capable of expression in her voice as well as humor, "A man actually using foresight! What blasphemy is this?" The smile that accompanied the statement was impish yet natural and she followed through with a generous sip of the liquor she'd ordered.

"Business indeed," Meredith echoed, tone hollow and bored yet again as she propped her head up with a single hand, elbow resting on the counter of the bar. She took yet another sip of her drink with the other hand not holding her head up before she bothered to answer him. "I suppose I can do the whole formalities thing: I'm Meredith, Meredith Jackson and you already know but I'm the leader of the NYC hunters. And while this is to be taken seriously like a job interview considering the credentials I'm looking for it will by no means be typical. And as I said before: I don't want to hear any sympathy grabs. I'm a woman who's heart is colder than ice, Mr. Schenberg. If you have some backstory that's relevant to your credentials feel free to bring it up, if not, don't try to give me sap stories, trust me, they don't work."

[[OOC: I'm assuming that since your team members failed to block or react to the assassin's attacks, that they got hit and that Kensington is the only one left fighting. I can edit my post if that is not the case, but its your job to RP on behalf of your NPC team members, not mine.]]

The assassin with the mask of a rats face landed on the surface of the rooftop, and aimed his gun at Kensington again, firing off another few rounds of UV ammunition at Kensingtons legs as he charged at Kensington with inhuman speed, immediately thrusting his dagger at Kensingtons abdomen, knowing the silver dagger would not kill him if it connected.

The ox faced assassin threw a kick at the team member he had slashed at, and turned just in time to dive to the side, barely dodging kensingtons rounds, landing with a graceful somersault. He immediately ran to the nearest member of the team and threw a silver dagger from the sheath on his sleeve, aimed at the team members chest, and jumped into the air, drawing a pistol loaded with UV ammunition as he did so, and fired 3 shots at the team member he had thrown his dagger at. He landed with a soft click, turning towards Kensington and drawing the silver katana from the sheath on his back, watching as the Rat faced assassin continued his onslaught of attacks at Kensington.

The serpent faced assassin was the one who clashed swords with Kensington after blocking a counter attack from one of the the team member, and returned it wth a round house kick the the team members face, and immediately turned back to kensington, sword at the ready. He did not attack, for he saw the rat faced assassin charge at kensington as well.

Both the Ox faced assassin and the Serpent faced assassin waited for an opening in Kensingtons defense while the rat faced assassin continued the onslaught.

((expendable minions are expendable))
Kensington parried the attacks with deft skill and cunning. These were an interesting foe, but he was running out of time.
However, he was curious as to who sent these thrice damned void monkeys.

Using his psychic powers he reached out to the ox faced assassin and bombarded him with psychic probes, trying to catch a glimpse of the person controlling them.

Of the three team mebers he had with him two had been killed and the remaining one was injured.
'Activate your distress beacon, we need an evac now!' the message burned into his mind.
The guy activated the alarm before firing on the Serpent faced attacker.

"Love," said Judas with a wry smirk. "Ya have to stop assumin' I'm accusin' ya of stuff. Even if you do look extremely adorable when you get all presumptuous." He offered a shrug, keeping his smug grin. "I'm simply posin' a what-if scenario. I'm sure you would understand, but ya can't always trust people's intentions, be they beastie or mortal." if the huntress was of any real merit, she was no doubt by now questioning any and all his motives, skeptical of every word, as she should be. He was simply a stranger from a foreign land who claimed to be skilled with no real proof; he was every bit as skeptical of the girl himself. So far she had amused him greatly, and had not disappointed him, but he still knew next to nothing about her, and hadn't seen her in action, so he could only reserve his judgments for when he knew more. "All I'll say is this, love, beasties who harm innocents need to be put down. It's what I was made for, and it's all I know how to do." For one very brief moment his tone was serious, almost solemn, but that did not last long at all.

He promised to convince her that he would be good enough to hunt with her, and he certainly did not plan to disappoint. He saw her finish off her glass and he extended his hand, and as soon as she grabbed it for a handshake the entire environment changed around the two of them. Without even a warning, the two were now in an alley right to the side of the bar. He let go of the woman's hand then, backing up away from her a few steps as he started unbuttoning the trench coat he wore to his weaponry. "Don't worry love, just another of my tricks." He finished unbuttoning his coat, revealing the two holsters at his sides, one for a pistol, and the other for a different device. "That mutagen I told ya about? It gave me the ability to teleport as well. I figured I'd bring ya out here to show you my preferred hardware for killin' beasties, away from pryin' eyes."

He drew his gun, though did not remove the safety, showing her the rather ornate pistol. "This here's Julie. She's a Safari Arms Matchmaster 5, heavily customized to suit my day to day beastie huntin' needs. She fires .45 caliber UV or silver nitrate bullets off a Wilson ten round magazine." He holstered the pistol, then pulled out the other device to his side, grabbing it by what seemed to be a grip, then clicked a trigger which unlocked it, unfolding it to reveal that it was actually a collapsible compound bow. He tugged on the bowstring to make sure it was tight. "Now this here's the love of my life, Audrey. She's my own design; as I said, son of a scientist, kind of a genius myself. Designed for discretion, it has all the strength of a typical compound bow, able to fire off arrows at full draw at speeds of at least 380 feet per second. She fires silver arrows, as well somethin' my pops designed a few years back." He reached into the side of his right leg, pulling out an arrow with silver and red tip. "You know the liquid sunlight bullet concept? Dad decided that wasn't enough, so he applied the concept to explosives. These babies have the explosive power of a smaller radius fragmentation grenade, but with the addition of tearin' through fangers like a kid through Christmas present wrappin'." He put away the arrow, sliding it back into the bandolier in his boot. He clicked a button on the grip of his bow to make it close itself, putting it away in its holster.

With a blink, he was gone from her sight and leaning his back against the wall beside Meredith. "Look, I'll level with ya, love, 'cause you're a beautiful woman and ya look like a dedicated person and a sweetheart." He quickly buttoned his trench coat back up, then crossed his arms over his chest. "I can't promise I'll be the easiest person to get along with. I can't promise I won't be rude an' crude and an overall douchebag, as you Americans like to say. I can't even promise I'll be a professional one hundred percent of the time. What I can promise is that there is no one on God's green Earth more honest, and open, than myself. You'll never have to fear betrayal from me, because if I do it it'll be to your face, an' you'll be armed. I am loyal to the cause more than anything, an' there is nothing I am more dedicated to. I've got skill, experience, an' talent. I'm good with tech, and I'll always be here for a fresh perspective on whatever. Take me or leave me, I'm here to hunt." He smirked then, once again checking the woman out, eyes clearly enjoying what he sees. "I'd rather ya take me though, love, in more ways than one."

It had occurred to Meredith she was likely just adding fuel to the fire, however, she didn't know how else she was supposed to keep this guy in check. His ego seemed to know absolutely no bounds, she wasn't sure whether to be disturbed, appalled or offended by the fact. So far he seemed impenetrable so far as insults went, he literally absorbed them and used them as his own ammo. Needless to say it was inherently frustrating, however, some part of her had always enjoyed exchanging verbal banter provided the receiver wasn't a full blown idiot. This guy was British and witty as they were known for so at least that would keep her amused presumably. "If you ever do that ... please don't tell me. As they say: ignorance is bliss. It would heavily apply in that situation."

Politics hadn't really come into play with Eden's promotions, however, she realized Judas would have absolutely no way of knowing it. She'd been bumped up in rank prematurely out of necessity based on the fact that no one else had wanted to take on the task. The tiny political bit involved would have been that her brother had been the former leader and that, as a result, they expected she could fill his shoes in his absence which she had since decided was more than likely permanent. "Yes, you're right, there have been many that get turned to the 'dark side' ... or simply lose their minds from the sheer stress of this occupation ..." For the first time since their meeting, Eden's countenance took on a reflective, mournful state. It was evident she spoke from experience where her standpoint was concerned.

There was nothing she detested more than feeding an ego maniac, however, Eden had never been a good liar unless it came down to life and death and she tended to avoid those situations. Brutal honesty had always been her way of going about her business. Being trustworthy was a big thing with her and if she went around lying to everyone then she could hardly expect others to be straight with her. Of course, she wasn't naive. She knew that simply because she chose to speak the truth would not necessarily inspire others to. That being said, it never hurt to retain a bit of honesty and give credit where it was due as far as she was concerned.

"Assuming you're referring to," Meredith stated, all business no play, "hunting in the field and not being a perv thinking of ways to occupy yourself in your empty bedroom, lets get started. I'm going to give you free reign to patrol where ever it is you see fit. I know as a foreigner to New York you're probably not going to know all the hot spots but you'll pick them up in time, number one probably being the various clubs around the city here due to people being retarded and easy to subdue when intoxicated. It also makes their statements, should they survive, conveniently unreliable. Next would probably have to be the park, a lot of s**t goes down there since it's large and easy enough to get some solitude when it's night time. I'm going to shadow you and see how you do because as much skill as it takes to combat 'baddies', you also need some intuition and foresight to track them."

There were definitely more bodies sharing the night air with Felicia. She growled softly and darted through the next adjoining alleyway. The club and its surrounding aftercare businesses weren't far now.

How did she want to do this? The closer she drew, the louder her stomach and veins screamed for nourishment. She could deny it no longer, and a long-suffering thirst like this would surely lead to at least one person's demise. She hated it, hated the killing and screaming. It had taken her a while to even become proficient at luring someone into the darkness and then subduing him or her, let alone stealing a person away from a public place and silencing the victim simultaneously.

Without realizing it, Felicia arrived at the back of the closest club. Thunderous music vibrated the concrete beneath her feet and sent tremors through her still heart. The patrons smelled of sweat, alcohol, and various organic and synthetic pheromones. It was now or never - or at least not tonight.

She crept to the corner and peered around. There was a line of people waiting to gain access, and the bouncer was being especially picky this evening. From the corner of her eye she saw someone coming. She turned to face a nicely built man in typical douchebag club attire: designer jeans with tears in the legs placed just so, a deep V, tightly cut shirt, name brand shoes, sunglasses at night, a $40 gelled and frosted haircut to match his finely shaped goatee, and metro but not feminine accessories. This guy was someone Johnny Depp would punch.
He strolled past her and took his place in line. She seized the opportunity.

"Hey, you!" she said in a hushed but urgent manner.

"What?" With a raised eyebrow, he turned and slid the over-sized shades down his nose. "Who are you, and what the hell are you doing in there?"

"You want a pass through the back door? I'll even hook you up with some drink vouchers." Speaking metro slang pained her.

The man looked skeptical at first, obviously thinking it over. "How can you get those things?"

"Look, I have ways. Do you want in or not? Plenty of people have been waiting longer than you. You just..er..look the hottest. Figured you'd be the best person to give them to." She cringed inwardly.

That stroked his ego. He grinned. "Yeah? Now you're speaking my language." Cocky b*****d. He had no idea, but she was in. He strolled over to the alley's entrance as Felicia slipped back within. "What's the big idea? Where's the stuff?"

Shrouded almost completely by the darkness, she motioned him inward. "Shhh! Do you want people to see us?! Come here and I'll take you to the back door."

He hesitantly did as he was told. Poor ignorant fool, natural selection strikes again. Felicia turned long enough to psych him out, and then lunged. A squelch echoed against the brick walls and into the sky. Then there was silence. Not even the thumping dance music could penetrate this silence.