Duane sat politely in the chopper, going over in his head just how this was going to go down. He wasnt sure how it was going to unfold and he wasn't sure how he'd complete this mission. Vampires werent exactally like a dollar store christmas shoping spree. They were sons of bitches and Duane knew this probably beter than anyone else. He looked around the chopper.

Across from him sat the enigmatic Xavier, silently, eyes closed and head down he looked emmotionless. Oddly enough like an old friend of Duanes, he couldnt quite understand why. Beside Xavier sat the equally as puzzling duo of Hack and Slash. The teleporters, they just looked so plain, in their 'ninja' gear as Duane called it. There were two FBI operatives in the chopper on assignment. Duane thought they would just get in the way but General Lassiter wouldnt have it any other way. And beside Duane sat Overhaul.

The chopper was just on the outskirts of florida and the pilot allerted them of it. Xavier stood up and the two FBI agents, Nathan Daniels and Perry Ingles both seemed eager and scared at the same time. Duane noticed this and spoke up. "Ever see a real vampire before boys?" They both just shook there heads."Well forget whatever the fuck you read in the books."

Xavier looked up "Leave the agents alone Mr. Bannts, Im sure they will learn on their own the dangers that vampires present." He said calmly before looking back out the window. Duane just shook his head. Soon the chopper was declining as it lowered into a small 'farm'. That was really a military outpost. The party exited the chopper into two outfitted hummers. General Lassiter stood between the two vehicles. "Team, I will not stress enough how make or break this mission is." He looked to the two agents, to his team and sighed.

"Duane, you're to treat these Agents as if they were part of your team. I dont want to find out you used them in any way other than what they're good at. And trust me, you'll soon realize they're more equipped for this mission than you'd realize. They're prospective agents and this missions success could mean very well that our program would have two more agents. And I dont need your recklessness to endanger them. Understood Bannts?"

Duane nodded and looked to his team. "This mission will be accomplished with professional efficiency and maximum proficiency." He said as if responding to a millitary general. General Lassiter looked at Duane skeptically.

"Bannts, drop the act. I dont care how much millitary training you have, mock protocol response again and I'll have your freak mutant ass looking like jesus on some sort of crusifix faster than any mutant you can think of." General lassiter got into the chopper and handed Duane a envelop and keys. "These are the keys to your house. All the information you've requested is in that envelope. I wish you and your team luck. Shovenism aside, you may very well need it." The general said before entering the chopper.

Duane put the envelope inside his trenchcoat pocket, then put the keys inside his pants pockets. "Hey, Daniels, Ingles, can you guys drive?" They both nodded. Daniels shook his head, smirking none the less. "Mr. Bannts... we're federal agents, Its practically a pre-requisite." Duane nodded and pointed to the hummers. One got into each and Duane looked to Ingles before he got into his hummer. "You, Xavier and Overhaul follow our hummer. Hack and Slash, you're riding with Daniels and I." All the parties nodded and got into their prospective hummers. "Lets head into town."

The hummers drove into Callahan. Their house was a small two floor house. Enough to house the entire team. Most wouldnt call the house small but for the ammount of people that would be staying in the house for the next little while. It was small. Duane walked upto, and unlocked the front door. "Home sweet home." He said sarcastically as he entered.

Duane carried his bag into one of the rooms. "Everyone get settled in. Make sure all our gear stays in the hummer except any essentials you may or may not need." He said looking around at the fully furnished house. It was like he stole it. Of course, the government worked fast when it wanted to or when it had to. "Daniels, Ingles, come here." He said looking at them as he leaned against a wall. "Tell me about yourselves."

"Agent Nathan Daniels." he started, he stood about 6'1" and was easly 200 pounds of solid muscle. A really well built guy. "I graduated from Harvard, of all places with a law degree. But then afterwards decided the federal agent seemed really cool. Im a blackbelt in karate and I've probably got the best shot with a pistol this side of mars."

Duane smirked "Hah, We'll have to test that theory sometime." he spoke. Shaking Daniels hand.

"What theory? The black belt, or the shot." Daniels replied casually.

"Either, they dont consider me the most dangerous assassin on the earth because my shooting hand's rock solid." Duane nodded, looking to Ingles now. "And you?"

Peter Ingles looked alot more like a solider than an agent. He had to easly stand 6'5" and was probably just as built. "Agent Peter Ingles, Ex Marine and Special Ops' core. I was best in class in all my courses and I was recommended by General Lassiter himself."

Duane nodded. "Marines eh? Looks like all three of us have something in common then. We're very good at what we do. Make yourselves at home guys. As long as you're a member of this team. I expect you'll watch your own back but keep an eye on everyones back as well. everyone watches out for everyone on this team."

Duane walked up the steps and Overhaul was looking out at the back yard. "They sure dont go on sublety points with this do they Duane?" Duane walked upto the window and looked as well. The backyard was huge. And with a swimming pool to boot.

"Heh, I could get used to living here. Shame we've got a mission. I smell a house party." Duane smirked, laughing lightly.

Overhaul shook his head. "Drink Alcohol and you might as well had shot yourself Duane. It's like the largest no-no the operation has. I believe the handbook you discarded had a two or page section on the major do not's of this entire shindig."

Duane just nodded. "Not to worry. I understand that if someone was under any sort of influence they would be nothing but a liability out in the line of work. Trust me dude, I've got it all under control. Go get settled into a room and just relax. Our time period is indefinate, I dont plan on our first run-through until tomorrow anyway."

He turned around, noticed one of the hack and slash duo, he hadn't quite figured out how to tell them apart, looking at him, just standing there. Duane raised an eyebrow and walked down to the basement, where the room he claimed was. He saw Xavier unpacking into the other room in the basement. "Looks like we're going to be sharing the basement, eh Xavier?"

Xavier looked up, and it was like the room chilled 10 degrees as he looked to Duane. "Go away Bannts." Was all he said. Duane just shrugged lightly and began unpacking his bags.

Seperating all his belongings into different organized piles. Clothes, gear and essentials. The clothes held different things like jeans and other on mission and casual wear. The grar was obvious, his two pistols, his sword, and other things that he'd take with him on missions. In the third pile he had his simple things, shampoo and razors and deodorant. He wasn't a caveman afterall. And even though he was dead to the common public and only the most important officials knew that he wasnt didnt mean he was gonna throw his personal hygene into the trash.

Duane layed on his bed and stared at the ceiling wondering how his friends were doing. They were probably fine, living life as if nothing bad at all went wrong. Duane began thinking if he could find a way to see them one more time...

"Fuck, If Duane or James were here we'd probably be alot beter off! Not to shoot down your leadership skills Rayvin but you just dont punctually put it exactally how it is like James did, or shoot down that remark with some subtle witty remark like Duane would have. I mean, Im witty, or something, but I mean its like whatever. I dont really care enough to tell you down." Rage said as he looked through their old extra base. In horrible shambles.

Rayvin just shook his head. "Your tact is amazing." As he sorted through some materials. "I cant believe that giant skirmish left so much wreckage."

Hurricane just smirked. "Dont underestimate the destruction power of a small asian ninja." She chuckled lightly.

Rayvin smiled. "As much as I'd love to take the honor. I dont believe that I helped very much in the making of this carnage." He said as he walked through the double doors. Looking at the inside it was almost as bad as it looked in the entry way. "We've definately got a mess to clean up."

Hurricane smirked. "Luckily we've got a human vaccum cleaner."

"I'd thank you not to mock my eating habbits." Rage said offhand as he looked inside.

"As much as you're dear to my heart Rage." Hurricane said somewhat sarcastically. "Im not talking about you for once."

A tunnel of wind began to pick up as the double doors were pried open by the wind first then all the excess garbage and junk was carried out by the wind. Rage propped himself against a wall and Rayvin stood dextrously on the ground. Hurricane began to hover a foot off the ground as the wind whistled by her. Taking out all that was unneccecery and skattering it amoung the ditch that housed the dranage pipe that they used to access the hideout.

"Subtle... but we may have needed some of that stuff Hurricane." Rayvin said off hand as he continued to wander the old hideout.

Hurricane just smiled as she followed Rayvin. "Chances of that aren't very likely Ray." She looked around. "Its going to take alot of work to fix this up."

Ravin nodded. "Well... Atleast we have a computer wiz here. Rage will get to work, making sure our computer is up and running so we can atleast get an idea of where Jennifer and Vincent were when they dissapeared. As even if they destroyed their radios. We'll be able to know where the signal stopped."

Rage walked over to the computer. "Yeah, I'll get right on it."

Rayvin walked into his bedroom of the abandoned headquarters and sat down on the bed. He didnt know why but for the first time he felt helpless. Without anywhere to turn. He just sighed as he stared blankly at the wall. Hurricane was quick to find him sitting there, she stood in the doorway and soon joined him, sitting down on the bed.

Rayvin looked into her eyes, and she saw it too, the helplessness that he felt. Rayvin spoke slowly. "I dont know how they did it. How James could have lead this team during the times we've faced. Im not cut out for leading. Im good when someone needs imput. But now I feel like the whole team is lookng to me for the answers I cant come up with."

Hurricane just hugged him. "Rayvin. You're a good leader. We'll find Jen and Vincent. And we'll stop these aliens. Okay? I know we've lost alot. But who knows. There are alot of hero's out there if you want to find new guys to make up for who we've lost. Right now its 3 of us. Maybe another wouldn't be that bad an idea?"

Rayvin looked. "I dont know... Rage is really bad at trusting people as it is. Im surprised he warmed upto Vincent as quickly as it did. And most super-teams dont have dark spirited scythe weilders on their side."

"Behind his brick-like exterior. Vincent is a sweetie." Hurricane smiled. "Rage is a good guy too. You just gotta get to know him. Im sure he could get along with anyone we find. There are alot of mutants who want to do great things with their powers. We could hold an invitational or something."

He didnt feel to optimistic about that. "Not at a time like this. If we find someone we'll see. But for now, its just the three of us. And we'll figure this out. Once Rage has that computer up and operational again we'll be on our way to finding Jennifer and Vincent."

Hurricane smiled "I respect your judgement Rayvin. But we dont know what we're getting into."

"Regardless, we have a practically invincible hulk on our side, a ninja, and the most beautiful wind goddess. Who could stop us?" Rayvin smiled and Hurricane blushed lightly. Leaning in to give Rayvin a kiss, the moment was broken up by a loud crash and the ensuing explative being screamed by Rage.

Standing up Rayvin was almost anticipating it as he head out to the main room. Rage glowing lightly and blinking. "Fuck sakes. This peice of shit fuck you you mother fucker, fuck you!"

Rayvin blinked. "Is this really neccecery?" And Rage shook his head looking to Rayvin. "The thing is so broken, even I cant fix it. We're gonna either need to re-purchase one, which Im going to have to believe is out of the goddamn question. Or we are going to have to brave it back into our main headquarters to get parts from that computer."

Rayvin sighed lightly. "Well Hurricane..." he spoke as he looked back down the tunnel entrance, to the exit of which they came in back into their abandoned sanctuary. "It appears we'll have to venture back into the city anyway."