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"You should be able to move in a couple hours, at most. It's not entirely from Jien...But you must have slept well, no?" Smiled and sat on the edge of the bed.

Myyth shook her head. "Nothing physical, you seem to have that much contole at least. I was more worried He'd do something stupid and get you both killed....." She shruggs. "Its nothing wen eed to go inot untill you are youself again in any case."

William Jackson pulled up in a nondescript sedan on the outskirts of the junkyard. Exiting the vehicle, he left behind the Hellbringer Axe but made sure to chamber a round in his shotgun before walking into the dump. The junkyard was not a friendly place for a Hunter to be at night, especially the leader of the New York Hunters if he was all alone. He wasn't here for a fight, but he wouldn't take any chances either.

Slowly, he moved towards the center of the junkyard. Fingering the silver cross at his throat in a short prayer, he steadied the shotgun and called out into the night. "I'm looking for the werewolf called Myyth! I'm not here looking for trouble, I just want to talk! I have a proposition for her!"

As soon as the last words left his lips, he crouched down low to the ground. If anybody other than the werewolf he was looking for showed up, he'd be ready to make a dash for the car.

Will whirled around to face the source of the noise, shotgun aimed and ready. He spotted a white cat which was seemingly harmless, but he didn't let down his guard. He'd heard the stories about shapeshifters, and knew not to trust in appearances. Still... that cat looked somewhat familiar. It sort of reminded him of one of his few demon accquaintances. "Hey, Neko, is that you?"

Hearing Myyth speaking in a nearby clearing, Will lowered his shotgun and walked towards her, stepping into the light of the clearing she was in with his hands extended in a gesture of peace. "My apologies, ma'am. I'll keep it in mind, and make sure not to use that term around you again. Let's get down to business. I'm William Jackson, the leader of the Hunters around here. You're already accquainted with Krii'Ouse, correct?"

Seeing her nod, he continued. "It might interest you to know that he's one of your kind now, a lycanthrope. He was bitten a couple of nights ago. You're probably at least slightly familiar with the group known as the Children of the Moon, also called the Lunites, correct? They've been preparing to launch a major campaign of terror against New York City, and are close to beginning their operations; we've been working to prevent that from occuring. We lost a Hunter and suffered various injuries during a raid against one of their bases a few nights ago, and several hours ago they launched an attack against our headquarters which claimed the lives of several guards and injured some other people. We're short on manpower but need to be able to launch another attack by tomorrow at the latest, and that's what brings me here to you. I heard that you're a first class healer and are willing to work for anyone who can pay you. I'm offering to hire you as a field medic and as a mercenary for as long as we need your services at two thousand dollars a week with at least a minimum of a week's worth of pay, and a written promise that no Hunter in New York will attempt to hunt you or bring you harm in any way for the rest of your natural life. Do you accept this offer?"

Echo grinned, walked up behind Finn noislessly, and jumped on her. "RAWR!" she screamed, she added a hair-raising hiss, un-aware of the two that were talking. "What's up my puppy-.." she stopped talking mid-sentance, finally noticing the people talking. "Why is Myyth talking to that dude? Who the hell is that anyways?" Echo asked, not bothering to keep her voice down.

Echo raised her eyebrows at Finn. "Don't tell me to shut up." she said angrily. "And who gives a goddamn, like they care if I'm making noise." Pulling out her pack of cigarettes, she sighed and lit up.