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Two black Ford Explorers, up armored models specialy modified for the transport of VIP, pulled up the entrance of the Durem cave. The vehicles were unmarked. Two men in black trench coats, overalls, and black dress hats exited the vehicle. Each of the kept two silenced 9mm beratas under their coats, along with a set of documents and a portable communications device. They said nothing as they shuffled their equipment out of the back of the vehicles and walked toward the entrance of the cave, noticing an unexpected guest. They looked at one another, nodded, and then approached.

In Durem, a small convoy of black trucks waited in an old garage. Overhead, two watchers surveyed the area.

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They were not the men that were hired, but they couldn't just abandon their assignment because of an unexpected character. They needed to find out what was happening first.

"What exactly would you want us to do?" asked the man to the right as he shifted his hat and examined the stranger carefully, his name was Carl, phrasing his words carefully. The other man stood calmly, his arms over his waist, waiting to see how the situation played out. He glimpsed up at the direbat with the human arm in it's claws, then looked calmly at the ground. Backup was just around the corner, but it would be unwise to make a scene, even in a place like this.

"A search?" Carl said knowingly, he didn't bother asking for a name that would most likely be made up. "I'm sorry sir, but we are representatives of Yaits City and Durem law enforcement, here to conduct a government investigation into some recent disapearances."

It was a good lie, and excellent cover, and they had the papers to back it up. What they were really after was most likely the same thing there little unexpected friend was after.

"We're going to have to ask you to leave," the other man, Bill, said calmly, but with distinct authorities. "You can continue your work here at a later time."

Bill stared at the arm thoughtfully, shivering slightly as Carl picked up his communication device and whispered into it.

"White Male, possible lich, pale glowing skin, wearing a tuxedo with white gloves. Last known heading from Durem Cave in the direction of Durem Reclamation Facility. Follow suspect and report all findings back to headquaters."

With that out of the way, they entered the cave. As soon as they were in, three armed gaurds in police uniform took posts at the entrance of the cave.

Meanwhile, headquaters was already keeping tabs, a small watcher flew above Vidunder silently, without even as much noise as an insect would ussually make.

Once the watcher knew it was detected, it cremated itself, leaving not even ash, just a puff of black vapor. It was small, underdeveloped, and not ready for any sort fight. Even if it had a slug, releasing it would be unwise, as they couldn't be easily controled, and this was a time for recon, not combat. However, it looked like this one would be up to the human resources.

The other watcher would blend in to the top of Bill's black hat. It would be the guiding darkness for the two men who were entering. Who knows, an old lab may hold some exciting discoveries.

Unfortunately, Yaits External Security was a fledgling organization. The forces keeping an eye on him consisted of two, two man teams, each with a black Ford Explorer, silenced pistols, night vision binoculars, and a comunications device conected to the rest of the team and to Yaits corporate headquaters. These men were hired from a hodge podge of agencies, armies, and security organizations, hastily trained, and put into duty specifically for this operation.

One team was hunched behind a hedge a few hundred meters from the south side of the DRF. The other had set up camp behind a rocky outcroping to the north, about 34 meters away, and they remained on the ground, their binoculars focused on the target of their recon. Any suspicious activity would be reported back to headquaters, including the rise of the chain beast from the waters.

That would make for an interesting report back to headquaters. Last known heading was due east, toward Barton.

In the cave, Bill consulted the map with the aid of a pocket flashlight.

"According to headquaters, this should take us directly to the target, if it even exists."

The GPS in their communication devices would map the cavern as they went along, preventing them from getting lost. So they went deeper into the base. As an added precaution, a man in brown camoflauge laid down a wire to retrace their steps. Following the wire would prove a quick way to extract whatever goodies they could find down here.