Information was passed onto both H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. and the Gehenna Police by the demonic duo, and all parties went to seek out as many of the women in Kessler's pack as possible, giving them refuge and freedom if they wished for it, and asking for even more information if they were brave enough to give it. They would be trusted not to report back to the gang that the authorities were onto them. Even if they did, it hardly mattered. There was nowhere for the werewolves to hide. As more names were acquired, more of the Kessler Boys went either went missing, or stopped associating with the cult. It wasn't worth it. They were disillusioned by Kessler and wanted out. Those who were loyal were the ones who were never seen again.
These people became werewolves either by choice, or against their will. The "higher-ranked" members were those who wanted to be there, aside from the omegas. A desire for power and the ability to take as they pleased is what appealed to them at first. The majority of those who were there by choice were men who felt as though the world owed them. As humans, they weren't getting the wealth, the power, the fame, or the adoration that they felt entitled to. They weren't popular with coworkers, with family, or with women. Their friends were the same, only each one felt as though they would eventually become alpha. That, however, wasn't true.
Just as the duo and Kristopherson has predicted off-handedly before all of this, nothing had changed. No one outside of their pack liked them. Hardly anyone in their pack did, too. The power did not come. The wealth did not come. The freedom did not come. None of it did. The pack was merely trying to take what they felt they deserved, resorting to crime. They robbed stores and attempted to stalk women. Unfortunately, there were rules, here. It wasn't every man for himself out here. Gehenna had laws and police to enforce them. Nothing they sought was inside of this fence for their taking. Kessler assured them that it would in time as long as they continued their support, but nothing was changing. Nothing had changed, and it never would.
And yet, they couldn't bear to leave. How could they, with the thought of betraying a frightening man like Kessler? How could they, with such a smart, strong man leading them? Surely, Kessler hadn't lied. Surely, if they waited and kept moving forward, they would find everything they sought in the beginning. The women, who weren't there by choice, however, never believed.
They cooperated with H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. and the police at every turn. They wanted freedom. Life for them was a nightmare as things were, and they would have died that way, had help not sought them out. Some returned to tell their comrades and bring them back to the station with them. The Alpha-female, however, stayed for those who were too afraid to leave and added fuel to the fire.
She was the leader of the women of the pack and the men who were dragged there against the knowledge of the others. Together they provoked fights amoungst their enemies and weakened them, all while keeping their hands relatively clean. They were careful to use the dynamics that they could against them. They had no pity for the omegas, who were just as vile at heart as the rest. They simply looked out for each other and for a way out of this mess.
The alpha-female's name was Tera Caulfield, and she gave away all of Kessler's secrets. There was a fiery look in her eye, and she wasted no time in tearing the pack down, working as a double-agent. According to her, Kessler had several houses that he and the others used. They were the residencies of his members, including her own. They trashed the place and used up resources without the slightest care of the owner. Tera told the police where these locations were, and the typical pattern in which they cycle through them, as well as which one they were currently occupying. She told them every name that she knew along with each person's rank and duties. Out of all of the deserters, Tera was the one who gave away the most information. When H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. checked to confirm it, it was consistently accurate. Thus, she had their trust. There was nothing for her in the Kessler Boys. Freedom from them was what she and her compatriots wanted most, and therefore she would assist in getting it in any way possible.
H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. listened to the Phantomhives when they stated that an extermination would be a wiser discussion than merely disbanding them. Their argument was that statistically, these people were bound to repeat offense, and they were right. Even divided, these were still dangerously entitled people who made the village significantly more unsafe. Thus, the organization approved the demons' notion, on the condition that they would spare deserters and those who were considered "too young", but admittedly, the latter was not the priority.
Conspiring with the deserters, the demonic duo informed them when they planned to attack and how to identify themselves. Before the attack, they would need to put on orange bandanas and strips of fabric in order to differentiate themselves. The cloth was provided by the demons, and in addition, there would be a protocol in the event that a cloth comes off. They would need to put their hands up in surrender and recite a password, prompting the demons to leave them be.
"It's almost 7:30." Said the blonde as he sat with his beau in their vehicle. "They should be getting ready by now."
H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. had the entire street blocked off with the help of the Police. They were only needed to keep civilians calm and out of harm's way. Ciel and Alois would be handling the sweep. It wasn't a moon, so the werewolves would have absolutely no means to transform, as they were new enough to be unable to do so at will.
"We still need to wait until eight." Ciel replied. "We have to be certain. No going ahead of schedule."
"I want this to be over with." The other man huffed, arms crossed while tracing the outline of one of his guns through his coat with his fingers.
"I know you do. I do too." The bluenette answered. "Just a little longer. Then, we'll go in and give them what for. See? A few people are coming out already. Orange bandanas."
"Are they heading to the pick-up points?"
"Looks like it."
"Alright." Said the menace, watching the door. "So when do we go?"
"When Caulfield waves at us from the window." Answered the Watchdog, doing the same. Both of them looked up and waited, catching a glimpse of a woman with a head of short, reddish-brown hair. She looked around from the inside before opening the window and offering a wave to the men in building across the street. The duo nodded before the deserter held up six fingers and ducked back inside.
"It's go-time." Grinned the menace. "Six deserters left inside. Watch for orange."
"Roger that." Ciel replied. "Let's go."
