While Lincoln followed Hisako, the mentioned group were getting ready. Soon Highrise came down from one of the buildings by the scaffolding.

"So, you found the punks who attacked Hades?" Lucifer asked Highrise.

"Yeah. There is an abandoned house about five miles from here. Overheard their little proclamation of hunting Hades down and sending a message to everyone." Highrise spoke.

"Well, it won't be much of a message when we're through with them. Everyone armed and ready?" He asked.

They all nodded.

Rampage slipped on his brass knuckles, wiping them with a tissue before throwing them away.

Copperfield took out two metal rings from his case.

Knives opened her vest and picked out one of her many stilettos.

Highrise brought out an extendable baton from his pocket, swinging his hand so that the baton came out.

Lucifer readied his Murasama blade.

"Well, let's go hunting." He said with a smirk as all of their masks formed.

Unknown to them, someone was listening into their conversation.

"So, a hunt? This is my chance." Hisako whispered to herself.

"A chance to do what?"

Hisako drew her blade and pointed it at Lincoln, who leapt back in shock.

"Easy! Friendly!" He said with yelp at the blade.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" She demanded.

"Seeing what are you doing here, listening to these guys?" He retorted.

"It's none of your business." She said snappily.

Lincoln was silent with a deadpanned look before saying: "You're planning on joining them, aren't you?" He said much to her shock.

"What?! How did you know?" she demanded.

"Well, perhaps the fact that you said this is my chance is an indicator. Another being you are eavesdropping on the conversation and finally, sword at the waist. Tell me I'm wrong." He said with crossed arms.

Her eyes widened but she then went into a furrowed stare.

"So, what if you're right? This will be my chance to prove myself to my brother. That I can stand amongst the rest of his crew or I won't be worthy of the aura he gave me! I don't want to be known as someone who coasts on her sibling's coattails!" She said with a determined glare.

'Man, this reminds me of something...' Lincoln thought to himself.

"Look maybe he has a reason for keeping you back." He tried to explain.

"What reason?" She asked.

Before Lincoln could speak, the engine started as everyone went in. Quickly, Hisako opened the boot and leapt in, dragging Lincoln with her.

"Hey! What's the big idea?!" He demanded.

"Look, you found out so you're coming with me! So quit whining and keep quiet!" She hissed.


Soon they felt the car move, turning down the street as many people backed away from the car as they saw the crimson wolf masks.

Just as they get out Lucifer decided to turn to the boot.

"OK, time to let the hitchikers out" He said as he swung the boot open, revealing a shocked Hisako and Lincoln. The rest of the wolves looked shocked and annoyed.

"What the?! Why the hell are you two here?!" Rampage asked in an annoyed tone.

"Uhh...well...I was just...' Lincoln began to stammer before something clicked in his head 'Wait, why am I trying to lie? I saw Hisako sneak to your car and asked what was going on. Next thing I know, she's dragging me into the boot of the car!" He said with an annoyed stare to Hisako.

"Is this true?" Lucifer asked in a no-nonsense tone.

"Um...It's not fair! I mean, you give me that aura and trained me! Why haven't you allowed me to come along?!" Hisako demanded.

Lucifer looked at her before sighing.

"We'll talk about it after this. Since you're here, you might as well." He said then turned to Lincoln.

"Um..." He squeaked, shrinking at his gaze.

"Since it's a bit late to return you back to the base, you are gonna have to tag along. Grab something to defend yourself." He said.

"OK? Like what?" Lincoln asked.

"Anything. As long as it is sturdy."

Lincoln began to scan the area before his eyes came across a rusty pipe. Picking it up, he gave a few practice swings.

"This will do." He said before he was handed a plastic mask.

"You aren't a proper wolf and you don't have any aura. Best to use this, so no one can find out who you are." Lucier advised as Lincoln accepted the mask, putting it over his eyes.

"OK, let's go." Lucifer said as they snuck they way into the factory.

But Hisako looked at Lincoln with a glare.

"Thanks for defending me (!)" She snarked but Lincoln glared back.

"Don't worry about it. Maybe you should drag me along to another ride as well (!)" He snapped back, causing her to growl.


Inside, everyone took sight of the abandoned house. The roof was damaged badly and many windows were shattered. The scent of something burning caught their noses as well as rotten meat.

"Man...this is where these guys are squatting?" Knives spoke with a grimace.

"Yeah. The abandoned building is where those druggies are living." Highrise replied.

"Seriously, why will anyone choose to live in this dump?" Lincoln asked as he moved a dead sparrow away.

"Fun fact about druggies. They'll live anywhere as long as they get to take their drugs in peace. That's the problem with them: They ruin lives quickly than gambling." Lucifer said with a grimace.

"Most of the time, we try to help them get back on their feet. But they take too much and they become far too dependent on them. So, when they go all feral we have to knock them out." Rampage told the boy with a grimace.

"But there are instances where the drugs take a bad toll or they get too feral we have to...well..." Copperfield couldn't finish as he looked away.

Lincoln also seemed to understand as well as.

"Oooohhh..." He said as he turned pale.

"Yeah..." Lucifer also spoke.

Lincoln also realised that this is probably why Lucifer refused to bring Hisako along. Turning his head, he only saw the girl looking ready to fight, hand on her sword's hilt. But more importantly, she was looking at Lucifer.

"Something tells me there is some tension between the two." He thought to himself.

"OK, here is the plan. Highrise, look around the rafters to find out where each of those druggies are, Knives and Copperfield, in and out of the shadows, you never know who is lurking in there. Rampage, you take the kid on the lower levels."

"And what about you?"

"I need to have a chat with Firestorm." He said, glaring at his sister.

Lincoln whispered into Rampage's ear.

"Firestorm?"

"Her codename. When the masks are on, we use codenames to prevent anyone finding out who we are." Rampage explained.

"Oh, like Persona 5?" Lincoln realised.

"Pretty much. Awesome game, by the way." Rampage said.

"OK, guys. Split up and hunt them down!"

"RIGHT!"

Soon, all of them began to split, ready to complete their mission.


With Highrise, he scaled the upper floor, stepping carefully to make sure he won't fall through the rotten wood.

"OK, so far no druggies and no gang members thank God." He muttered to himself as he kept an eye out.

He then heard the sound of groans fill his ears. Turning around he saw five guys, with sunken eyes and messy hair, looking at him with a demented look, their clothes looking like a wreck and smelling like crap

"Me and my big mouth..." He groaned.

"Hey man. Got any cash? We'll use it wisely!" One said with a manic smile. Highrise saw the pieces of glass in their hands, twitching as they got ready to gut him.

"Yeah, how about no?" He said as he got ready to fight. The druggies all growled and without thinking rushed to Highrise. Leaping back, he dodged a swipe from one glass shard then he ignited his aura through his feet, leaping up to the ceiling and rebounding off it to slam his foot into the face of the one that just attacked him.

Stepping back from the glass blade coming from the right, he did a reverse roundhouse to the cheek, sending another druggie flying. One yelled in fury as he charged and swung his shard wildly but Highrise kept on dodging before he grabbed his baton and ignited the aura around it, swinging it to knock out the druggie and some of his teeth.

"HEY!" A voice called.

Coming out was an 18-year-old White male with blonde hair hidden under a blue cap and brown eyes, dressed in a white t-shirt and black shorts plus white trainers, holding a bowie knife in his hands.

"What the fuck are you doing with my customers, Wolf boy?!" He demanded.

"Putting them out of their misery. And you must be one of the guys that attacked Hades." He said, readying his baton.

"Knew we should've done a better search. Oh well, I'll just fillet you instead!" He yelled as he flicked the blade open while Highrise got his baton ready.


Knives and Copperfield were sneaking through the shadows of the home, the girl having two stilettos in her hands primed to defend herself if needed while Copperfield began flipping a playing coin in his fingers.

"So, anything?" Knives asked her magician companion.

"So far, nothing." He replied. The two were silent as they walked before they made small talk.

"That kid. The one Hades found. What do you think of him?" She asked, confusing him.

"He's alright, despite being related to those lunatics called the Loud sisters. Why?" He asked.

"No reason. He is kinda cute though." She said with a smile.

Copperfield looked at her with a weirded out expression.

"You do realise he's 11, right?" He said.

"Cute as in 'little brother' cute. Only a sick, perverted artist with no life would fantasise about an 11-year-old getting it on with a 16-year-old." She clarified.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of a bottle breaking.

"We can hear you..." A voice croaked. Looking out they saw four druggies, holding broken bottles as they began approaching the area they were hiding in.

"So much for stealth." Copperfield groused.

"Shall we?" Knives said as her blades ignited with aura. Rushing out of the area, both attacked.

Knives dodged a lunge and stabbed him in the arm, making him scream before she slammed a heel into the side of his head, sending him flying. Another tried to stab her but she stepped back to stomp on his foot.

The man screamed as he dropped the bottle but Knives kicked the man in the chin with a high kick, knocking him onto the railing.

Copperfield readied his hands.

"Nothing up my sleeve." He said showing a left sleeve as a large crimson ribbon shot out, tying them up.

"Oops. I lied."

"HEY! LET US OUT!" One demanded as the other began slobbering in fury.

"Oh shut up!" He said as he threw them into a wall to knock them out.

"Druggies. Utterly no class."

Knives then met up with him, flicking her blades closed.

"You think that was too easy?" Knives asked.

"Yeah. WAY too easy." A voice spoke. Both turned around to see who spoke.

Coming out were two men.

First was a muscle bound Caucasian that was completely bald with black eyes, dressed in a black tank and jeans with army boots, holding a baseball bat while the other was more leaner with neatly combed black hair but dressed in a grey dress shirt and brown slacks with black smart shoes holding an Astra 680.

"You wolves have wondered in the wrong place." The smartly dressed man spoke

"YEAH! Time to pummel you into paste!" The bigger man said as he palmed his bat.

"You take the spy wannabe. Mr. Muscles is mine." Knives said as she readied a stilleto.

"Right." He said as he took out his hat to show a large dagger.

The two stood in a stand off, ready to fight.


Rampage and Lincoln were at the ground floor, looking around in case of druggies. Lincoln was holding his pipe, trying to think of something to say to the jock.

He didn't have to worry as Rampage spoke.

"So kid. How is it having ten sisters?" He asked.

"Oh you know. Crazy, hectic, insane. But that's family for you. I wouldn't trade it for the world." He said.

"Even if they drive you crazy?" He said with a smirk.

"More like the whole town. But that doesn't matter. I mean, they are all SO VERY TALENTED." He said with a tight smile as he gripped his pipe, causing Rampage to frown.

"OK, what's wrong? You not happy with them being famous?"

Lincoln relaxed but slouched.

"Kinda. I mean, despite their antics, they are beloved by the whole town. They are talented, skilled, special, able to get into the headlines. Meanwhile, here I am stuck on the nosebleeds without a proper trophy to my name. Only one is some scrap metal after that disaster of a video contest.' He then sighed moresly.

"I just wanna feel special, y'know." He said but Rampage scoffed.

"Ah, who the hell wants to be fricking special and famous anyways?" He said in a bitter tone.

"Huh?" He asked. That seemed rather bitter over the mention on being talented.

Before Rampage could explain, five druggies came out.

"Stay behind me kid. We got company." He said as he slammed his knuckles together, a burst of aura surrounding him as he crouched down. Lincoln readied his pipe as he shook in place.

One tried to rush the jock with a broken piece of wood but Rampage had sped off like a red blur, smashing his fist into the man's nose, sending him back. Another tried the same thing but he missed as Rampage moved out of the way to Lincoln.

Lincoln saw this and swung the pipe into the mans gut, knocking him out.

"Nice swing!" Rampage yelled as he got into a boxing stance, delivering three jabs to one of the druggie's gut before uppercutting him into the air. One came with a piece of metal to stab him but Rampage back handed the blade before he grabbed his shoulder, smashing his face in before one final punch sent him into a wall. One tried to sneak up behind him with a broken bottle but suddenly...

"AH!" A squeak caught his ears as Rampage turned around to see a druggie's eyes bulge out as he fell forward with froth in his mouth. The cause? Lincoln swinging the pipe between his legs.

"Nice shot." He complimented.

"Well, he was about to attack you. Couldn't stand by and do nothing. Though...' he then winced at the attack. 'I was trying to aim for the back of the knee."

"Well, he's out cold. And has no chance of having kids." He said.

Suddenly a voice yelled.

"OI!" They turned around to see a Caucasian male aged 19, dressed in a black t-shirt under a leather jacket, leather pants and boots with a pair of shades covering his eyes with a black mohawk.

"You punks are gonna get it!" He yelled as he showed two fists with brass knuckles on them.

"Kid. You may wanna step back." He said as he readied his fists for a boxing match.


Meanwhile, both Lucifer and Firestorm were talking in Japanese.

Well, arguing is the more appropriate word

"一体何を考えていたの?!' (Ittai nani o kangaete ita no?!) [What the hell were you thinking?!] Lucifer demanded 'ここに忍び込んだのに、ここにも民間人を連れてくることにしたのですか?!" (Koko ni shinobikonda no ni, koko ni mo minkan hito o tsurete kuru koto ni shita nodesu ka?!) [Bad enough you snuck here, but you decided to bring a civillian into this as well?!]

"私には理由があります..." (Watashiniha riyū ga arimasu...) [I have my reasons...] She spoke in a low but determined tone

"理由は?!それらを説明してください!ぜひ聞いてみたいです!" (Riyū wa? ! Sorera o setsumei shite kudasai! Zehi kiite mitaidesu!) [Reasons?! Please explain them! I would love to hear them!] He asked as he glared at her.

"取り残されたくなかった!" (Torinokosa retakunakatta!) [I didn't want to be left out!] She replied loudly.

"何?" (Nani?) [What] He asked in a shocked tone.

"あなたは私にこのオーラを与えました!私が4歳のとき、あなたは私に剣術を教えてくれました!私はあなたと同じレベルにいるのに、なぜあなたのミッションに参加できないのですか?!生まれたばかりの子犬のように私を巣穴に閉じ込めておくつもりなら、クリムゾン ウルフである意味は何ですか?!" (Anata wa watashi ni kono ōra o ataemashita! Watashi ga 4-sai no toki, anata wa watashi ni kenjutsu o oshiete kuremashita! Watashi wa anata to onaji reberu ni iru no ni, naze anata no misshon ni sanka dekinai nodesu ka? ! Umareta bakari no koinu no yō ni watashi o suana ni tojikomete oku tsumorinara, kurimuzon Urufudearu imi wa nanidesu ka?!) [You gave me this aura! You trained me in swordplay when I was four! I am on the same level as you, so why can't I take part in your missions?! I mean what's the point of being a Crimson Wolf if you are just gonna keep me cooped up in the den like a newborn pup?!] She demanded, feeling furious over her brother's overprotective behaviour.

Before Lucifer could say anything, ten druggies came out of the shadows, all holding bits of wood.

"We'll talk about this later. You want to prove yourself? Half for me and half for you." He said as he placed a hand on the hilt of his blade.

"Right." Firestorm said as she also got ready.

Soon one came to swing an old chair leg but Firestorm spun around like a ballerina, avoiding the wood before kicking his leg out and using her sword as a pivot by stabbing the ground to knock out the man with a kick to the head. She then backflipped out of another swing, kicking the wood away and slicing his stomach with an aura infused slash, leaving a nasty burn mark on his stomach. He was screaming as he collapsed.

She blocked a swing from another, slicing the wood and fired some aura from her boot, kicking the man in the gut as he was sent flying over the edge of the top floor. One grabbed her from behind, but she moved her head back to bust his nose, to make him let got before she rammed the hilt of her blade into his gut with aura surging through it, making him double over. Another roared as he charged, froth bubbling from his mouth but Firestorm coated her blade in aura and made movements for the kanji 斬撃 (Slash). The marks lit up and the man was sent flying into the wall as she flipped her hair and sheathed her blade.

Meanwhile Lucifer had ignited his aura as it spread, making the men step back. He then drew his blade and blurred past them all. As soon as he reached the other side, he sheathed his blade as they all saw their weapons fall apart.

"Now then. Let me show you something else." He said as he grinned savagely, scaring the addicts. He then rushed forward and smashed a fist onto one of their noses, knocking him back before approaching the next, delivering a deadly uppercut before doing a right roundhouse as he flew into the air, sending him into the wall. Another he leapt up and smashed his knee into his nose before swinging his sheathed blade to the neck of another, sending him through a window.

"That takes care of that." He said.

"Well, that was easy." Firestorm said but Lucifer didn't share her sentiments

"Yeah...too easy." he said looking around when suddenly, he quickly blocked a bullet.

"What was that?!" Firestorm yelped and they saw who fired.

A 23-year-old African-American with brown eyes and a golden tooth, dressed in an army jacket over a red hoodie with a gold dollar on a chain around his neck, blue jeans with no belt to reveal his boxers and red trainers. He was holding a Glock 17.

And he was not happy.

"You fucking wolves think you can come into my house?! And attack my customers?!" He demanded.

"They aren't customers! They are addicts whose lives are ruined by your product!" Lucifer said.

"So what?! It makes money! And if that jackass, hades hadn't been snooping around, we wouldn't be in this mess!" He snarled, still pointing his gun.

"More like you! He did the right thing by finding out! You buried yourself when your boys attacked him!" Lucifer counters, hand on his blade.

"Oh, fuck this! I'll show you who rules this part of town! Not some mangy wolves playing Halloween! Me! VERGIL SIMMONS!" He yelled as he clicked the gun and took aim.

The two siblings got into position.

They were about to show this guy what happens when Wolves are ready to hunt.


Oh man, out of the frying pan and into the fire!

Lets see how the wolves will do against these drug dealers!

Also...Should I do a profile story for the Crimson Wolves?