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Ebony barely concealed the roll of her eyes as Sky rolled off the same words as usual. Though she had to admit, it was those words that sent her heart pumping, made her fingers twitch and thirst for blood and violence.
Getting into the back seat of the hummer Ebony buckled up and placed her hands into her lap, Ronin got into the other backseat and then the hummer roared to life and pulled out of the building.
Ebony tried to sit still but she began to fidget and she stared out the window, she began drumming her fingers on the back of her hand and she licked her lips despite the carefully applied lipstick that was there.
The buildings surrounding the Rogue's base of operations all mimicked it to a point. They were the tall sky scrapers she loved, with reflective glass and grand foyers. However, as their journey progressed Ebony could no longer watch the Hummers reflection in the lustrous skyscrapers windows, now the buildings were shrinking, the side walks more derelict, a rat ran down an open grate and people wandered around the shops and buildings with apparently no real point in mind.
This was the normal environment for a nest though, and Ebony could feel her excitement bubble to new fruition, though this excitement was only visible through the increased tempo of the drumming of her fingers.
The Hummer then stopped on the kerb of a sidewalk, and off in the distance a collection of warehouses could be sighted. Ebony looked up into the mirror at Sky and Neasa, and waited for them to get started.

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He looked around him. Where...is this...? The are around him was pitch black, darkness as far as he could see in every direction. Then, a low growl.
"Gruuh..."
"Wh-Who's there?!" He spun around, trying to look for where the growling was coming from. He started to panic, his heart beating faster. "WHO IS IT?!" He was shouting now, anxious and frightened at what the growling could be coming from. Then, heavy breathing. Slowly, he turned around. He saw its arm first and the white fur that covered it, then slowly he locked eyes with it. A white werewolf. It had a gentle gaze with blue eyes similar to his own. Then it opened its mouth and howled.

Ark shouted as he awoke and sat up in bed, his face wet with sweat and his heart threatening to beat a hole in his chest. He breathed heavily as he looked around him. He was in a room with peeling paint and a cracked floor. He breathed a sigh of relief. "A dream....just a dream." He was a middle-aged man with a slight build and he wore a red turtleneck sweater and straight blue jeans. He got up off the bed and stretched. "Rgh, I think I should talk to Logan about those dreams." He left his room looking down the halls. "Hm...where is everyone...?"

((This is it for now. I g2g. He's in the warehouse.))

Ebony walked carefully to her predestined wall, making sure that her beloved high heels made nigh even the softest of sounds. A window was set into this wall, although luckily for her it was already broken, the shattered glass shone and sparkled in the light like ice. Slowly Ebony walked up, making sure that her weight was being evenly distributed. She didn’t need to make an amateurs mistake of making noise whilst walking. Sniffing lightly Ebony could smell the remnants of food, most recently noodles. Nobody occupied the kitchen, it seemed that Jo was doing his job. Good, she needed this distraction to sneak into position and if Jo or any of the other Rogue’s ruined her opportunity to please Alec, she would most assuredly kill or maim the one responsible. Smirking at the vengeance she already had in mind, Ebony put her back against the wall. Now in position, Ebony slowly pulled out the velvet bag in her pocket and donned the fine chain mail gauntlets. She could hear the exchanges between Joe and a Cursed, and from the Cursed’s language Ebony conjured a picture of an uncouth young male. If this was her target she imagined enjoying bringing this filthy rat to his knees, and reveling at the emotions swimming in the hues of his eyes. Ebony chewed her lower lip in anxiety; she had to wait for the others to get started first. That way she could catch her target off guard, she hoped. The wind that had picked up was still blowing, and if they didn’t start soon they would most definitely catch their scent.

Jasper was a little taken aback by this Sly character actually taking him seriously. Scratch that, extremely taken aback. He blinked and stared at the pizza boy for at least a minute.
Logan growled something and stood up from the couch, making his way over.
"Jasper, what did I tell you about inviting strange men into the house?"
Jasper scratched what might of been a beard given he had the ability to actually grow more then a few hairs on it.
"If I remember correctly, you said to at least learn their names before-"
Jasper whipped his head around. He had smelt something. He looked over at Logan, his eyes narrowed.
Jasper spun around and grabbed Sly by the front of his shirt. He shoved him backwards toward the wall and pressed a knife in his throat.
"I don't kill humans," he hissed. "Don't make me regret that."
Jasper swung Sky toward the door.
"Leave. Now."
The rest of the Cursed were drawing their weapons and looking around. Logan had a knife in each hand and was positioned between Alice and a window. Rosen was standing next to Alice with Jess only a few feet away.
"Come out come out wherever you are, you filthy Rouges," Jasper called, switching his gaze from window to window.
He knew that their odds were not good here. Being locked within the close quarters of a warehouse without even knowing who they were up against wasn't a fun prospect, but he felt that he was ready.
Jasper grinned and spun the blade in his hand.
"Come on children, let's go."

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Good job mooch! Sky made a mental note to increase the kid's pay, a feral grin appearing on his face. He pressed the comm link and whispered, "Okay kiddies, that's our cue...now have fun but not too much fun!"

The change came upon him just as his foot came in contact with the small glass square he'd been standing on, fangs and claws extending as his knives leaped into his hands, and he slipped through like a drop of oil. Feet made contact with the chair beneath and he ricocheted off, metal, glass and light providing the cover needed to find a vantage point. As usual the kid had made himself scarce. Good...one less thing to worry about.

Jo breathed a sigh of relief as chaos suddenly exploded in the middle of the room, chaos in the form of his boss. He faded out of view and skedaddled off to his bike. Time to implement the next phase of this plan. One hand whipped out his black berry device from his back pocket while he climbed on the motorcycle and brought it to life.

"Hello my good people. Don't these unannounced massacres just suck?"

Sky's smile froze and widened when he recognized one of the intended victims, hackles rising even as laughter bubbled from between his lips. "Well, well...ain't it my lucky day." More knives appeared and as his body slipped into a battle stance, "I wish I could say good to see you and mean it Logan...but a part of me is actually glad to see you alive and unhurt."
Sky's smile fragmented as he took a zig zagging step, extended knives slashing through the closest person, who happened to be a slim redhead. The leech took the brunt shoving the human aside but he didn't pay her any heed; his target stood just beyond.