"I don't wanna say this, but..." Sandra trailed off, twirling a lock of bright red hair between her fingers. She always got nervous when Ace was on edge, and the dark blonde hunter was definitely on edge right now.

"But what?" The tone with which the hunter spoke was ice cold, and most certainly ill-bodingly calm. She drew the whetstone over the blade of her dagger with long, slow strokes and did not even look up at her hunting partner. Sandra bit her lower lip, looking down at the books that were splayed out on the table before her.

"Well, I think it's a planebreaker." Sandra said, and as she had foreseen the reaction was immediate. Ace looked up, the whetstone halting as she looked up at her friend with piercing blue eyes. "That is not possible. They're just superstition." Her voice was hard, and her gaze harsh as she held Sandra's gaze effortlessly. From the corner there was a gruff chuckle, and both women turned their heads to look at the source of it. Warwick had been a late addition to their hunting party, and Ace had not been pleased with him joining in. However, the raven-haired Okie had proven more gritty, touch and quick than either hunters cared to admit.

"Just superstition. Says the girl who talks to angels." His black eyes caught Ace's and she responded to his look with a frown. She still didn't like him, and she often told herself that she never would. "Yeah, so? Angels I can see, hear and touch. Plus, they burn out demons at convenient times. Planebreakers I've only heard of from humans that honestly thought they could control demons."

"And they couldn't?" Warwick knew the answer, he was just being a bloody tease.

"Of course not! They're humans; they can't control bloody supernatural creatures." The whetstone resumes its slow rhythm over the already sharpened steel, and Ace's eyes returned to her work. "'Sides, we haven't seen any physical signs of this thing since we came. Could just be a trickster."

"If you say so." Warwick had that slightly amused tone that he knew all too well would make Ace react. The woman was tough, yes, but she was easily annoyed, and sometimes that was necessary to make her react to something, and follow the leads she needed to.

"Bloody hell, fine! We'll go search the goddamn warehouse if you want it so bad. We'll check it out tonight. After dark." Ace did not even need to look up to see the look they shared. She hated the way Sandra had begun to turn to Warwick instead of her. Back in the good old days before he joined in, they had handled things on their own, not like this. Not with pushing the right buttons and manipulating reactions. She did not like it.

As soon as evening fell, they left the small motel room, weapons ready and flashlights in hand. Ace led the party, but mainly because she didn't want to walk next to Warwick. Sandra fancied that much more than she did, and why deny her the pleasure. So long as they kept it to themselves and found another room if it went too far. Not that it had. Yet.

The warehouse was hellishly creepy, even Ace felt an involuntary shiver go down her spine. God freaking damn it she hated places like this, they just reeked hauntings and supernatural stuff. And places that reeked with it tended to be infested with it too. After years of hunting, all three knew that.

The door creaked when Ace pushed it open with an elbow, ignoring the shelling paint and rotting wood. At least the floor was concrete, so they wouldn't fall through. Ace tested it with a stomp anyhow, just to be sure, and the sound seemed too loud in her ears, echoing through the dark space. It had definitely been an industrial building back in its day, there was one main space, a huge room with space enough to build at least five sailing ships at the same time. Now the remains of one was crumbled in corner, the white paint shelling with a sickly yellowish color. And that wasn't even the creepiest part.

"Let's get this over with." Ace mumbled, shivering involuntarily as she began to search through the vast room, Warwick and Sandra following right after her.

Hours passed by with naught but a dozen rats and some fat pigeons who fled at the mere presence of light. Ace was beginning to think this was a waste of their time, even Sandra was doubting Warwick's hunch. There had not been much connecting the deaths to the warehouse, but the man had brought several cases to closure with the help of his hunch, so even Ace had assumed it would be the same this time.

Suddenly, she heard Sandra gasp behind her, and turned around with her gun and torch held up, ready to aim and fire with as much as a split second's warning. She was shocked at what she saw. Warwick was holding a knife to Sandra's throat, her arms held behind her by his vacant hand in a tight grip. Something lit up his eyes, something the like of which Ace had never seen before. It was not fire, it was great, vast, cold emptiness. He grinned maniacally at her expression, even as she pointed the gun at him.

"That won't do you much good." He said, his tone condescending as though she was nothing but a child.

"Putting a bullet through your thick skull will do me all the good in the world." She answered coldly, and pulled the trigger. She knew she better shoot now than later, but although the bullet hit its mark, going straight through his head, he still stood. And he was still grinning broadly as blood ran down his face. Ace gasped and lowered the gun, realising that it was in vain. If that did not kill the son of a bitch, nothing she could do at the moment would do the trick.

"What do you want, Warwick?" She asked, keeping her eye on the knife that he was pressing to the rapidly paling Sandra's neck. He was not drawing blood. Yet.

"My name is Aion. And I just thought I'd put my existence out there." His grin was unsettling. In fact, everything about him was unsettling at the moment. His skin was white as snow, practically lighting up in the darkness of the night. Then she realised the full implications of what he meant.

"You're a planebreaker." She managed not to sound like she was panicking, but she was. Oh hell yes.

"Clever girl, yes I am."

"And you're going to send me to another plane while she's watching, so she can tell others?" Ace could have sworn she saw him raise an eyebrow at her words this time.

"Well, well. You're a lot sharper than you seem. This will be fun to watch." With that, he let Sandra go, but just as she was about to run to Ace, Aion raised both hands, as though he was pulling something towards the sky. Ace felt the ground beneath her disappear, and suddenly, there was only endless, vast, cold emptiness. She could not breathe, her heartbeat echoing as though it was the loudest sound in the world. Then she passed out, not registering that she landed on a white, cold floor. She only weakly felt that she was scooped up into the arms of someone. Someone warm and… Furry.

And very blue.