A/N:

Well Hi peeps, guess you guys are interested in my story eh? well here's the next instalment! enjoy

Chapter 2

Reflections

Razlov Drakon lay back in his seat with a team of Hanta-Kira in the compartment of the Raven VTOL transport. The Ravens are the Hanta-Kira's primary mode of transport, sleek and nimble, fitted with advanced stealth technology which makes them almost impossible to detect or intercept. The fact they can take off and land vertically allows them to land almost anywhere, and provide direct unit support with its two heavy auto cannon mounts on either side of the fuselage. Each Raven can carry up to twelve passengers but usually just a team of eight of the highly trained Foresight operatives. There was another Raven flying on wing that was to provide backup in case things didn't go smoothly. Razlov sat there in silence, as he knew the Hanta-Kira were highly unlikely to engage in conversation while on duty, hell even off duty they were usually icy towards Foresight team members. They have their reasons for this, Hanta-Kira means hunter-killer, and they are the go to people to hunt down AWOL or rogue members. Their task is to track and find the rogue member ascertain the reason for them leaving and to bring them back alive if they have a good enough reason, dead if they deliberately resist or plan on going rogue. Foresight keeps a tight hold on its assets and secrets, and only releases them if they have earned it or under special circumstances, after all they put a lot of time and resources into crafting some of the best Hunters and Huntresses around. Their lack of socialisation helps the Hanta-Kira to carry out their deadly side of the retrieval missions if called, and keeps their emotions out of the equation. They also have the duty of guarding the Enclave and patrolling its territory. Razlov had no intention of leaving Foresight, in fact he knew he would be hunted down at the end of the night, he just wanted to do a mission he felt was worth his time. For the past three weeks he had been doing training and to him boring patrol missions around Foresights territory, which if he found a couple of Grimm meant it was a lucky day. He had taken over leadership of team AZRA, as his leader Alexander Cross was sent off on some special assignment to a different country under direct orders from the Elders. Since then the Elders had made sure that team AZRA were kept very close to the enclave or simply on the grounds. At first Razlov had been okay with the situation, he trusted the Elders, they ruled Foresight with good leadership and vision fair when they could, harsh when they had to be, but they were never greedy or incompetent. But as the days dragged to weeks it began to wear away at him and his teams patience, while other teams went out and hunted and completed missions, they were still stuck around, and to make things worse there was still no word from Alex, not so much as a "hey how are you and the guys doing?". In the end he just couldn't take being treated like a child anymore and managed to slip out form the Enclave during the night and head to the nearby city of Cavros hoping to do some good for once in weeks, that brought a smile to his face, helping the mother and her kids made him feel better than he had for a while, even knowing full well that he was probably going to be punished for his actions.

Damn that White Fang pushed me hard, think I might be getting soft, maybe more training might be needed after all...but not with the others, I think they are just as sick of fighting me as I am of them.

That thought brought a small chuckle from him, remembering how the training sessions with Zinear and Ashton had gradually became sloppier as they became bored of fighting the same people and the same skills.

Hmm maybe I could arrange a fight with team FNTM(phantom), haven't fought them in a while. Some new opponents might be what we need to keep ourselves occupied a little longer. Then seeing Nina in her usual attire might just do that all by itself, but I guess that will wear off eventually...Damn it Alex where the hell are you? And what has the Elders sent you off after?

He sighed quietly to himself knowing no one here had the answers, his hands idly moved to the crest on the chest of his armour, the picture wolf's head with a sword set in the background. It was the crest of his home village: Wolfmont, home to memories, ones of pain and loss...and a few of some of the happiest he's known. Reminiscing of those past memories he slowly drifted off to sleep...

Many years ago

She held him at sword point he had been bested again both panting from exertion from the fight. He could see no way out of the situation, apart from...

"Wow look at that!"

"What?" his opponent turned around and he used this opportunity to strike, he knocked her sword away with his own and struck her on the shoulder, and she fell back.

"Ow! No fair! You cheated" she nursed her shoulder as tears began to well up, both kids were in a field, their 'swords' were actually sticks, the girl was blonde, with brown eyes. The boy had black hair just long enough to be tied at the back of his head, his eyes purple and grey. He held out his hand and pulled her up.

"But Emily I'm the good guy I have to win; besides your sword is longer so I had it more difficult"

"...but I thought I was the good guy..." Emily moped, the boy gave a quick grunt of humour

"Next time you can, I promise" her face lit up

"Really Raz?" he nodded and she proceeded to hug him, he looked uncomfortable and after a few moments tried to squirm out of it.

"Urgh Emily get off me, come on get off!" no matter how much he tried to wriggle out of her grip she still hung on

"No silly, I'll hold on to you for EVER!" he gave up, not willing to hurt her to escape, with a sulky expression on his face he just stood in the field, with the sun beaming down and grass and flowers swaying in the gentle breeze. They were both startled when Razlov's watch began beeping, and Emily broke the hug.

"Oh no, its six o'clock! Mums going to have dinner ready, I got to go Emily, see you later" he began to run off towards the village. They were in the inner perimeter meaning it should be safe, besides there were a couple of watchtowers on the edges on the field, so Emily would be safe. Wolfmont was prone to Grimm attacks, almost always Beowolfs, the area nearby is rich in dust a commodity vital to civilisation to power equipment and vehicles, but also for infusing into weapons and fighting off Grimm, this made moving or abandoning the village almost imposable to consider for most of the inhabitants. Instead they set up a series of perimeters to warn and ward off attacks, but casualties were always present, such is the price of war. Razlovs' mother worked at one of the towns cafe, and she was almost always home before 4 O'clock the job wasn't too bad, and she mainly took it to waste time and earn a little money. His father is a sergeant in the town watch, his position meant that they got the house for them to live in, and a good wage working towards the family. The town respected the people who worked so hard to keep them safe, and made sure them and their families are looked after, after all without the guard the town wouldn't exist. All in all the Drakon family lived a good life, Razlov had plans to become an inventor when he grew up, he had wanted to join an academy and become a hunter but his mother had scolded him enough about that idea to eventually make him reconsider, saying that it was bad enough one member of the family fighting the monsters. The thought that maybe he could make something that could change peoples' lives thrilled him, but so far he didn't have any real ideas, but he figured he'd get them in time. He got through the door as his mother was setting the table for dinner.

"And what time do you call this young man? You better not have been exploring again you know how dangerous that is" she looked up at him as he took off his shoes, stern expression on her face, he hair was a black that shone in the right lighting that also hung loose against her shoulders. Her eyes an almost emerald green, she wasn't beautiful in the most direct of ways, but there was something that made her seem attractive, even through some of the stress lines that had begun to form on her face.

"No mother, I was out playing with Emily in the fields, she almost won this time...almost. mmm what's for dinner tonight? Smells great!" he rushed over to the kitchen and took a deep breath. He was about to lift up the lid for one of the pots on the stove, but a wooden spoon swung out and swatted his hand, and he let out a yelp of pain.

"Leave the food until its ready, and don't go changing the subject, you were supposed to come home earlier to help out with the garden. Now it's going to have to wait for another day, and you can bet there will be more work to do then." She then turned her attention to the food and set the temperature to lower so the food would stay warm but not continue cooking.

"Sorry mother, we got so caught up playing we forgot to keep an eye on the time, I'll help out next time I promise and I won't complain either, I swear" Razlov looked up at her with regret and conviction with his new promise. His mother looked at him for a few seconds then lightly chuckled.

"Oh Raz you know you'll complain, and to be honest it doesn't matter that much. You're a kid after all and you only get to be that once, one day you'll be a man and have to deal with all the responsibilities and duties that come with it. But that's for another time. Now go and get changed into some clean cloths, you're covered in mud and grass stains, and your father will be home soon" Razlov looked at his cloths and sure enough they were messy, he gave a quick nod and ran up to his room as dinner would be ready soon...

...sometime after the remainders of the food were cleared form the table Razlov sat at it trying to scribble ideas for future inventions, so far the best he could come up with were a few rubbed out lines and a varying degree of faces. His mother was sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the room where a couple of couches were facing the TV; she had a book in hand as far as Raz could deduct some new trashy romance. His father was sat at his own private desk, filling out requisition forms and other official guard forms, a job he loathed but also realised needed doing.

"Argh!" Razlov scrunched up the piece of paper he had been working on in frustration, and attempted to throw it in the nearby bin, just missing it. Seeing it miss he laid his head on the table with his arms over his head. He was so fed up of not thinking of anything original, anything he tried to draw was something that was already made, and not for the first time he wondered if he shouldn't think again about what he would be when he grew up. He wanted to help people and the world, if his mother wouldn't let him be a hunter then he reasoned that an inventor would be just as good if he managed to create something that improved people's lives, maybe a new method of transportation, something to help them out in their chores or work, maybe something that stopped people from getting hurt...but no matter what he tried to come up with he either couldn't make an original idea or couldn't see how to even come up with the most basic design. He wasn't naive about the way of the world, he knew people got hurt and even sometimes died, especially when Grimm were involved, and he knew the latter especially well around Wolfmont. He wanted to give something back, something that might help those that need it or even save lives that might be extinguished.

"Come on kiddo, it can't be that bad can it?" he heard his father say as he felt a hand ruffle his head, Razlov looked up into his father's purple-grey eyes and finding sympathy and warmth in them.

"I can't make anything father! No matter how hard I try nothing is good, and I can't think of a good one, at least not one I can actually design" he lowered his head, and his tone then went softer almost speaking to himself "I can't help people, I'm too small and weak to help with anything now, you and mother tell me not to become a hunter because of the risks to myself, and I'm not smart enough to become an inventor. I can't save anyone" a tear ran down his cheek, he felt a hand clasp his shoulder.

"You're right, you can't help anyone..." Razlov looked up a growing look of sadness on his face "...yet, don't forget kiddo you still have to grow up, and I bet you'll grow into a strong man. You haven't even finished your education, so you still got a lot to learn, you might even learn things that will help you turn into the inventor you want to be. Sometimes there are things you can't do right away, but with a little time and effort you should be able to achieve them.

"You really think so?" his face started to lighten up upon hearing his father's words.

"Absolutely, with your determination I'm almost positive you'll become a great man, and I can't wait to see that day...It will be something else. Now why don't you keep practising, you might not be good at it now but it might shave some time off later when you can do something about it, I'll even help you out for a little bit"

"But what about your work"

"I got through most of it, the rest is all easy stuff I can finish off any time. Now let's hear what you have in mind at the moment" he pulled up a chair next to his son and listened to what he had to say, over and hour passed before they were disturbed by the sound of his Guards pager, that meant his unit was required for a job.

"Ah damn Beowolf group got into the perimeter again, sorry kiddo, got to go" he moved to the closet and gathered his guards' jacket and moved to the door, the Grimm always tested the perimeter every now and again, and each time the town guard dealt with them before they could become a problem and harm anyone. Razlovs' mother his father as he opened the door, after he looked back. "Go on kiddo keep at it, just remember to get to bed on time, an inventors mind needs rest" and he walked out to do his duty...

...The group turned out to be the vanguard of a moderate sized pack, the initial squad on the perimeter was overrun by the time the threat was realised and more units were sent in. By the time the remnants of the pack were driven away thirteen town guards had lost their lives, including Razlovs' father, it was the worst incident in over fifteen years.

He stood staring at the grave as the coffin was lowered, tears streamed down his face but otherwise he made no sound, the crowd watched and paid their respects, whilst the scene was repeated twelve other times next to each other. His mind was a mess still trying to comprehend what had happened whilst at the same time realising the new reality of the world, you could say it was fighting itself trying to recognise the new world in which he was living in. His heart clashing in grief at the loss of his father, and anger at the creatures that took him.

Inventions. Inventions? How would they help in this world? With the likes of Grimm clawing at our settlements how can we have time to sit at home and hope everything is going to be ok? How can I just sit there with the naive thought that inventions could help people, when I'm needed to stand in the line and hold the dark at bay, the same darkness that took...that...took my father. No if anything I will take his place, will defend those I love and care for, I just need to get stronger, bigger, in time...yes in time I shall join the guards and protect the people in this town, it's the least I can do.

He thought about his last conversation, and all the others he would now never have, his hands balled into fists and his body tensed trying to contain his anger.

"Why? Why did he have to go?" he whispered to himself "he was off duty, he should have stayed...why did he have to go?" Razlov felt a small hand wrap around his right, he looked up into the red eyes of Emily before her eyes gravitated to the grave.

"I'll hold on to you forever Raz. I made a promise", he held her hand back and looked to pay his last respects to his father.

I will protect those I care about, I refuse to let the Grimm harm anyone else here, it's my duty...

The growl came from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, the sound he both feared and hated above all else, the world turned crimson, and from the now black depths of the grave two large red eyes stared out...the eyes of a Grimm...the eyes of death...the eyes of his vengeance...

Razlov bolted up, and activated the flame setting on his hammer ready for a fight. The Hanta-Kira within a second steadied their guns on the hunter; they never truly let their guard down. A couple of seconds later Razlov realised where he was and proceeded to set his hammer to the normal setting and sit back, the others upon seeing the subject relax stood down themselves, and the cabin seemed to be as it was moments before.

"You know I would really like to make a report to the Elders that you didn't give us any trouble, I mean it's bad enough you disobey their orders to stay on the Enclaves grounds, but then scaring my troopers like this isn't going to do you any favours either." Razlov looked to the man who had just come out of the Ravens cockpit and was walking towards him. The man was dressed like the rest of the Hanta-Kira except for the stars on his shoulders which set him out as a captain among the troopers, and a black beret on his head. His face was almost of one who was in a military career, short dark hair, clean shaven and an almost permanent hard faced expression to his face. His steel grey eyes were almost unnerving to anyone who didn't know him, but softened up to those who he considered friends, just as they were doing for Razlov now. He stopped just a couple of steps from him and held on to one of the hanging hand hold attached to the roof.

"Don't mind me Captain Heathcliff, just testing the reactions of your men. Besides, starting a fight in this place while airborne is in no one's best interest. Unless I want an express ride to the ground in a wrecked fireball." Razlov replied in a cool tone as if describing today's weather, then gave Heathcliff a brief and rare genuine smile. Heathcliff is one of a few in the Hanta-Kira who actually try to get to know and befriend the Foresight members, and is on good terms with the members of team AZRA especially. However beneath all this he is still as professional as ever, if an order came down to terminate a member and he believed it was the right call he wouldn't hesitate to carry out the orders. He made this know when he first started to get to know the team, in fact he even promised to be the one to hunt them down. The Hanta-Kira are specially trained to turn their aura's against huntsmen, they do this in a way that prevents the targets from using theirs with the added effect of making the target feel exhausted and drained, as if they have been fighting for a while. Heathcliff can take this further and has a very rare bonus of being able to affect multiple targets at once, meaning he could neutralise a hunter team single handed. So his promise was a genuine one. He gave Razlov a chuckle and shook his head at the hunter's response.

"But seriously, did you have to run off like that? I mean you've been doing well here, following the rules and accepting missions when you can...well provided they're Grimm focused. Get on well with the others" his face hardened for a moment "well except for the obvious exception" Razlovs' hands tensed on the shaft of the war hammer for a second at the thought of the only person formerly in Foresight that hated his team enough to want them dead, Alex especially, and one of the few who had a good chance of defeating them all single-handedly. "hell if this was a proper school you would be close to a straight A student, so why chance it for one night of helping some random family?" he searched Razlov's eyes waiting for an answer

"That's the reason why Heathcliff, to save someone, to do good. I and the team have been stuck there for weeks, doing next to nothing" he responded quietly "We just train and wait, hell I was even starting to forget what it was like to go on missions, to fight Grimm. And the Elders haven't even given us a reason for this" Heathcliff went to say something but Razlov held up his hand "I know they have their reasons for everything, that those reasons are for the greater good. That I shouldn't question them and trust their judgement...but there is only so much of this I can take without an explanation. So I decided to take one night to do what I wanted, to do what I joined Foresight for. Helping that woman was the best thing I've done in a long time. What would have happened to them Heathcliff if I hadn't have shown up?"

"I...I don't know Drakon, I'm sure the local authorities would have found them eventually...but I'm not sure they would have got the results you delivered. I'll be honest, I agree with what you done, and I hope you only get a slap on the wrist for this, but sometimes they need an example"

"I know, and you know what, I'll take it with open arms. The look on her face once she realised I was there to help here and freed her was more than enough to pay for any punishment they'll hand out." He leaned back with a smile across his face. Heathcliff put a hand to his ear that was wearing his earpiece to the cockpit. Once he was finished he looked to Razlov.

"Pilot says were about to make our final run to the Enclave, we'll land in a few minutes." He turned to head to the cockpit, and then stopped after a couple of steps "you might want to enjoy your last moments of freedom while you can"

"I already have, the rest of this is just killing time"

"Good luck to you in there. You're going to need it" and continued towards the doorway.

Well it's not like I went out of the blue, hell I gave them an earache about it enough times. Plus I didn't put up a fight at all when the Hanta-Kira came to retrieve me. So they can't be that pissed off with me right?

He thought about I for a few moments before letting out a long exhale.

No, I went against their orders and openly disobeyed them, even if it is night someone was bound to have seen me and spread rumours. And as Heathcliff says when someone does that they need to make an example for the others. Knowing my luck it will be solitary confinement...though that's not much different to what I was being subjected to before. I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

He felt the Raven land, seconds before the lights in the cabin turned green, the ramp at the back of the cabin lowered to reveal the illuminated landing pad and a partial view of the main structure of Foresight. Razlov waited for half the Hanta-Kira to exit, they formed two lines either side of the ramp waiting for escort detail. He sighed and stood up, upon pressing a button near one of the handles of his weapon the two ends of his weapon slid down the shaft to the hand guards making the weapon much smaller. He then proceeded to holster it in specialised magnetic grips on his back, and then started walking down the ramp, with the remaining four Hanta-Kira following behind. Upon exiting he noticed another Raven on the twin landing pad to the right with a team heading out, team FNTM getting ready to embark, first was a large muscular man with what could only be described as an oversized breastplate for armour, next was a redheaded young woman who seemed to prefer more alluring attire over battlefield protection, apart from the twin katana blades strapped across her back, the next seemed to be a wiry man with glasses and long hair kept in a pony tail, with two scythes holstered to his thighs, and lastly another young dark haired woman sporting a double barrelled light machine gun, that almost looked comical against her frame.

"Hey Felix! Mind if AZRA takes a crack at your team if we get the chance?" Razlov shouted to the big guy in the lead, Felix turned his head showing his bright blue eyes and a scar that ran down the left side of his face, he gave a smirk and a thumbs up.

"Sure kid, if you think you have a chance. After our babysitting mission...and if the Elders don't have you in a cell" he then turned to his team "come on team lest get this over with" and the team walked up the ramp, with the exception of the woman with the Katana's who practically sauntered up, and just before entering turned and gave a Razlov a sly wink before disappearing.

That girl is all mischief, does she ever take anything seriously?

Razlov shook his head and proceeded onwards. The layout of Foresight was more akin to a medieval fortress than an actual academy. It sported a large curtain wall surrounding the compound, inside were two landing pads that lowered to a subterranean hanger system. A two story dormitory that looked more like a barracks-for the huntsmen of Foresight. Nearby an actual barracks for the legion of Hanta-Kira, that building was double the height and length of the previous. Off a distance from that the training and arena grounds for the various members, including an assault course and firing range. Almost the opposite side of the compound from the landing pads were the armoury and foundry, that built and maintained the equipment of Foresight. And between those was the recreational area, well more like a basic park with a large pond, Foresight realised even the best and most hardened of operatives needed some quiet time now and then. Finally in the citadel itself, the structure was a massive circular building three stories high, each story a bit smaller than the lower one giving it an almost militaristic look to it, the overall architecture was gothic, again there to inspire either fear or awe depending on the onlooker. To the operatives of Foresight it only gave them the look of strength and fortitude, this was their home after all, or as close as anything can to people who have given their lives to the order. Razlov was led to steps that led to a large door entering the Citadel, a pair of guards were stood watch on either side. Two of the detail escorting Razlov advanced further to open the doors, and the Hanta-Kira saluted each other, then all but two of the detail proceeded to walk off to perform other duties.

"Razlov Drakon, please follow us to the audience chamber immediately"

"they that pissed off eh?" he didn't get an answer, instead both turned and proceeded to enter, realising that any stalling or hesitation would only worsen the situation he was in he decided to follow without anymore delay. He entered a large hall, one of the reception areas for the three main entrances to the citadel. Despite Foresights matter of fact way of things the reception halls were one of the few types of rooms that got the lavish look to them, a small consolidation to pride and extravagance, with a marble floor and a rich decorum. There was a circular desk in the middle with a pair of staff standing by ready to offer assistance, even though Foresight tries not to advertise itself any more than it has to, visitors still find their way to the base of operations for this brutal academy. Further back two sets of stairs led to a balcony and the higher floors, in between those on the ground floor a hallway that led to the maze of other hallways and rooms. They continued down that path, after going from one corridor to another continuing throughout the man made maze, they came to a large room that seemed to be more like a waiting room. On either side of the walls were rows of seats, painting hung on the walls depicting Grimm or huntsmen, some showing a life and death struggle between the two. None of this drew his attention, what did though were the large arched doors directly ahead of him with two guards in more ornate uniforms than the rest, and who were sitting in the chairs to the right. Both young men stood up upon realising the new comers. Both wore the standard operative dress uniform for when off duty on Enclave grounds, a charcoal uniform with a white shirt and gold trim and tie. One was shorter than the other short brown hair that styled as a fauxhawk brushed to his right, his eyes were hazel, and he was well built but not quite as much as Razlov, but still quite muscular compared against average people. The other was a bit taller with really short brown hair, with blue eyes, his skin was naturally tanned, because he spent most of his life in dessert regions. Under the Foresight uniform his body was almost covered in tattoos representing some action or achievement he had done. He had a bit less mass to him but was no less sturdy. The guards escorting him brought their right fist to their chest in a salute and proceeded to turn and walk away. Now alone Razlov made his way towards the sitting people.

"Hey Raz, you finally showed up, damn waiting around gets boring fast" The shorter one said while beaming a smile on his face.

"Yeah, about time any longer and I'd have fallen asleep" the taller guy added in, his voice calm and methodical, but with a slight tone of humour reserved for his close friends.

"Ashton? Zinear? What the hell are you guys doing here?" Razlov was worried that his actions might have blown back onto his team mates.

"What you thought you can be the only one to escape to blow off some steam?" Zinear the tall one replied "Once we realised you had gone AWOL we decided to do the same, sucked sitting round here anyways. Finally got to play a few games of poker in some seedy basement, earned some cash and broke a few fingers when someone couldn't handle losing to me" As an ever so slight smile crossed his face "Few things feel better than watching a high and mighty person brought low by someone he considers beneath him. Anyways enough about my time, what did you do? Take it you didn't just go for a walk?" Razlov calmed down, thinking back on it he should have known they would do something like this, but at least it was their own choice instead of his actions forcefully bringing consequences to them.

"Actually I managed to save a damsel in distress, and beat up a bunch of guys as well. So yeah good night, what about you Ashton, helped an old lady cross the road?" Razlov shot at Ashton, who looked a bit surprised at the question.

"Well she had a heavy suitcase, I couldn't just stand by and watch...oh and I managed to prevent a robbery. There is no honour in stealing in the night, so I was more than happy to wrap them up nice and neat for the authorities." Ashton looked towards the imposing doors they were sat next to. "I just hope we didn't get into too much trouble with this, we've never been called to the Elders before, I guess they aren't that happy with us"

"Well what do you expect Ash, we undermined their authority, and with a hierarchy like this they need to at least address the situation and those who undermine it." Zinear explained, he always looked at things logically, probably a trait that had worn off on him during his mercenary days.

Razlov took a deep breath "Well whatever happens, I'm sure I won't regret what I done" the other two nodded in agreement. They spent a few moments in silence waiting for the time of judgement to arrive. "Say Zin, how much did you make on that game, enough for a decent meal in the city next time we get some R&R?" this time Zinear almost beamed, well as much as he ever could.

"Over ten thousand shien" the others stared dumbfounded at him

"What the hell Zinear! Where the hell did you stash it?"

"Didn't get that far my friends, the hunters showed up just as I was leaving and confiscated it. Probably either donated it to Foresight or returned it to the former owners" his smile faded as he spoke "Ah it's not like we're wanting in the Enclave, decent food and warm beds, compared to some of the places I've been this is a four star hotel. The money probably would have gone to our heads anyways. Although Florence could do with a few mods, never hurts to-"

"Member's Drakon, Clave and Kitara, the Elders are reads please enter when ready, though Mr Drakon we will require you to relinquish your weapon while inside the high chamber. Please place it into the receptacle and it can be retrieved upon exiting" the guard pressed a button on his wrist and large container appeared from the wall next to him almost as tall as the guards chest, with a keypad on the wall next to it.

"Of course" he walked up and took off the cut down hammer from his back holder, he gave it a brief look as he held it over the receptacle, he always felt awkward without it, it almost felt like he was naked with it not nearby, besides he and it had a mission to complete. "See you in a bit Grimmsbane" he placed it inside and pressed a button on the key pad, the receptacle closed and the wall looked almost whole again aside from an almost invisible edge. Grimmsbane was tagged for him and him alone so to retrieve it all he had to do was put on in his ID code into the keypad and the system would retrieve it for him. He walked to the doors and his other two team member took to his sides, within a few seconds the doors automatically opened inwards to a dark room with a large spotlight in the centre, blinding the rest of the room, they began to walk in...Judgement had come.

A/N:

And there's another one down, If I haven't already mentioned it my friends have stories for Alex and Ashton. ScottyBotty-for Alex Cross and the original story that started these, and ManxMG-for Ashton Clave, from the perspective of his origin story. Seriously though their works are awesome, and I highly recommend them.

stay tuned for chapter three next week when the consequences for the team is revealed and the AZRA/FNTM fight comes to a head!

Until then, Chris signing off!