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The fact that Caelius had harmed someone just pretty much went through Jude with a sense of indifference and apathy. While he felt for the one whose arm had been broken, he couldn't find himself the desire to rise up against Caelius or to even say anything on the matter. Jude had already had his turn at the Arm-Breaker-CAE-LI2-00US.

It was just the fact of life. Upset Caelius? He busts people open from the feet to the neck and then bathes in the blood while the victim watches.

He had no excuses or apologies for his form as he walked up and turned in his paper. It was probably another fact he accepted - his actions would never garner the approval of Caelius. He'd toyed with the idea of not turning in the paper at all, but he wasn't sure he'd get away with it.

Solia watched other hunters write out notes, watched how they wrote, how hands shooke, how others remained steady, how some wrote larger than others, how some wrote more or less then others. Guesses, approximations. There was little point to her adding her thoughts given a lack of factual information. But on the same hand her information that she did know and want to share was based on nothing but facts and documentation. It wasn't a win lose so much as a middle ground mediocrity. The most she did gather was that apparently going over what you wrote to make it unreadable was a good thing to do if thats what other death hunters were doing.

Frenchie girlie see, frenchie girlie do.



Hey, a box of black, (even if she'd pretty much wasted the meeting writing in french cursive) was better than nothing. Plush the box looked prettier than random black lines. More uniform.

She folder the paper once, twice. A neat little rectangle before place it on the lead's desk and walking back to her seat, phone out, ticking away, half watching the room around her.

"If I see anyone else even touching their ******** cell phones you will join Taym. If this is conduct I can expect from Hunters during operations then all of you will continue without the use of cell phones permanently." Caelius said this as he stacked Lawr, Kostya, Jude and Solia's report into one neat pile and then shredded them. "Kostantin. Sit down. Unless you are handing in a ******** report sit down."

Mark, still in the middle of typing how much America owed him, and the price amount, slowly and quietly tucked his phone away. He furrowed his eyebrows in deep thought as he picked up his chewed up pencil. Oz continued to complete his dinosaur, which now had firebreathing abilities.

The Death lead stopped at Aleister's report, picked up a pen, crossed out all the typos with proper spelling and then ripped it into shreds. "Is that everyone."

The hourglass continued to trickle and Taym's bracelet continued to blink a steady red.

Gale's form was brief.

Jake was currently looking over his responses, not quite satisfied with them yet when the slam jolted him from his paper, full attention on Caelius and the hunter he had just assaulted.
And then the window shattered.

He had just glanced over at the device when Caelius suddenly spoke again, faint recognition registering on his face at the wristband. And then...
he winced as Taym's arm gave way, feeling sorry for hunter. The pity was short-lived though as the death lead then ordered them to hand in their reports. OH s**t.

His report was far from acceptable, but he really couldn't just make crap up. s**t, why hadn't he paid more attention?
Making some quick last-minute additions, he went up, handed it in, and quickly sat back down.

His phone had served its purpose and it was already put away. He went back to the back of the room and sat down. There would be an example made if their reports proved inadequate in the face of whatever bar the death lead had set this time. He was confident it would not be him.

He simply watched Taym.