Brimstone Society Missions: The Finding of Bloodrayne by Animegamer2007
Disclaimer: I don't own Bloodrayne or anything else. Bloodrayne is property of Terminal Reality and it's Affiliates, any relation to persons living, dead, or undead is entirely coincidental.
There were three sharp knocks on the library door and both Severin and Mynce stepped inside holding a couple fresh newspapers. "What is it? What have you found?" Professor Tromain asked eagerly.
"This," Mynce laid before him a newspaper from Louisiana with a large headline
MORTON, LOUISIANA CONSUMED BY MYSTERIOUS PLAGUE.
He snatched the paper from the table and skimmed the paper occasionally muttering a phrase or word. "Mysterious plague… dead's brains are liquefied in their skulls…weird mutations of limbs…called 'Mutates'… under quarantine… last outbreak in 1903… new insect may be the cause…"
He closed his eyes in thought and sighed. "Mynce, I want you to look into this and take Rayne with you." She nodded in reply. "This could be a great opportunity to test your skills in the field, Rayne. Mynce is a Tibet-born dhampir who has knowledge on vampire cults and covens if you may need it to find Kagan.
"Now, back to the subject of pay… we are funded entirely from government secrecy and cover-up agents and anonymous contributors including vampires who wish to not to be killed. We have enough to fund ourselves but not pay the workers, normally they ask for free travel and international amnesty, a few ask for money but not much, some ask for something similar to the witness protection program for their services, and then there is employee specified benefits… which do you prefer?"
I smiled slyly and licked my fangs. "Benefits. Help me find Kagan and all of his offspring, and amnesty in all countries."
I watched as he paused to consider the thought. He placed his hands behind his back and walked to the desk where he scribbled something down on a piece of paper. He looked up and sighed. "Very well, Rayne. Sign the paper and it's done."
I calmly leaned over the desk and scribbled my John Hancock and a wave of satisfaction over came me.
I'm coming to get you, Kagan. No matter where you run or where you hide… I will find you, you rat-sucking son-of-a-bitch.
"Done." He shoved the paper into a folder and slid it in a desk drawer. "Your first mission is in Louisiana; your boat leaves at 7:30 am. I suggest you get on it. You are to find out anything you can about this disease, look for survivors, and kill the infected. Mynce will help you in any way she can. Good luck."