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Taking a deep breath a she became aware, Clarice reflexively started the body check. As she took in the height (on the tall side,) skin (lush red, no decay,) and build (holy s**t,) a slow, terrible smile spread across Clarice's new face. For once, finally, she had gotten the Ferrari.

Glancing around the room, happily empty, the huntress wrinkled her nose a bit. On the bright side? It was empty, so the two of them would have a few moments to adjust. The not so bright side was that they obviously hadn't cleaned this changing room in a long, long time. Stepping around a puddle of whoknowswhat, Clarice went to a locker and opened it to see several sets of medical uniforms in varying sizes.

Clarice startled from checking herself out by the sudden strangled sound, and all Ferrari gloating fell by the wayside. "Oh sweetie," she began, slowly approaching the other hunter with caution, "...it's really not easy to get undead, I know. At least your body looks pretty...together? Why don't you take a seat on the bench, and I'll go over a few things before our escorts get here, kay?"

She gave the undead body a measuring look and grabbed another set of clothes out of locker. They were plain white medical scrubs, along with an orange armband with a small white cross on it. "Work clothes, we'll be working with the Boogeymen as part of their Contamination Squad. Not all Boogies know about us, and the arrangement we have set-up, so no matter what, do not talk about it. Don't get comfortable around them over shared secrets, we're undercover now, and we'll need to maintain that as much as possible."

Reaching into the locker again, the succubus pulled out two small wallets. Inside, each held a badge and ID. She handed one over to Reine, "Open it and place your thumb over the ID." Doing the same with her own, the ID wavered for a moment and then an image of her appeared on it, along with the name and title: AGENT SINCLAIRE.

"We'll be going by last names, easier to remember and respond to. So I'm Sinclaire from here on out, and you'll be Walker." She paused her lecture to glance at the younger woman, and her expression turned sympathetic, "What you said before...I understand, kay? I can't really tell you not to worry, or that everything will be okay. But...let's just do what we can here to make it all worth it, and make sure the people we care about aren't further affected by this."

The door squealed as it was shoved open, two darkly cloaked figures striding in. "Do your best, huh?" The larger of the two rasped, a reptilian snout sneering from the depths of his hood. "That's precious."

"Downright cute, that's what it is! And a Death Knight too!" The smaller creature's voice was high and taunting, a pair of bright blue wings on it's back.

"So you two are assigned to Amityville, then?" The first looked the two hunters up and down, nostrils flaring. After a moment, his tongue flicked out to taste the air, and he grinned again.

With a frown, Clarice nodded, "I wish I could say it was good to see you two again, but..."

"Oh it's Sinclaire! Hey, hey Vek! It's Sinclaire! Maybe if we get lucky she'll lecture us for hours on s**t we don't care about." The small one was practically prancing.

Clarice rolled her eyes and sighed, "Walker," she glanced toward Reine, "...this is Vek," she pointed to the reptilian creature, "...and Prinny." The small fairy creature did a little jig that somehow managed to be sarcastic. Clarice sighed again.

"Nice tits, by the way."

"Don't give us that look, we saw you checking yourself out...two way mirror."

Another sigh, and the huntress continued, "We'll be working with them during our investigation."

The succubus gave Walker a firm nod of approval. While Vek and Prinny were very familiar with their section's relationship with Hunters, that didn't make them any more pleasant to deal with. The less fuel for their barbs and so-called witticisms, the less encouragement by giving them the satisfaction of reactions, the better. Sensing that their fun was done, for now, the two Boogeymen led them out of the changing room and into a long hall. They were in the headquarter's lab wing, which resembled a Victorian mad scientist's paradise much more than the modern, human world, equivalent. Copper pipes, sparking whirligigs, steaming whatsits, and golwing do-dads could be seen in various lab rooms, along with items that very much resembled medeival torture devices. A scream echoed down the hall, indicating that maybe it wasn't just a mere resemblance. At the end of the hall, a door was shut tight, a brilliant blue light sealing it's edges.

"Is everything as I requested?" Clarice asked, voice nuetral as they approached.

Prinny stuck it's tongue out at her, "Yeah, yeah...your Dweeb got it all set up. If somethin's wrong, blame him!"

The larger boogeyman gave a small, rasping laugh, "We did you get you a little something extra, though." He held up his badge to the door and the light intensified and them dimmed. Pushing the door opened he revealed a room right out of the Deus labs, right down to the sterile white lighting and runic equipment. In the center of the room stood a very familiar statue.

"So it survived," the succubus practically purred as she walked up to the figure, eyes scanning for damage. Weaving her hands between the stoney tentacles, Sinclaire traced one taloned finger along the inside of the large hole within it's torso. She turned and lifted an eyebrow at the two Boogeymen.

"Wasn't us!"

"She came that way."

Switching her attention to the death knight, "She was there during the last case, and it looks like she didn't destabilize and crumble. Based on the information I gave you earlier, what would you suggest we do here?"