There's always a certain silence before a major event. A certain feeling that everyone in the radius of that major event can feel before it happens. It's almost like somethings are supposed to happen. There's a certain feeling at certain times that something is destined to happen. It was always going to happen. The breaching of Aogiri's new base was one of these things.

It was like a thunder, when that charge that was placed near the most unguarded in the entire facility. It housed spare quinque metal. ensuring that it could tare through anything and everything that it met. It tore through that concrete wall, and whatever unlucky ghouls that were hiding stuck behind it like a finger through wet toilet paper, leaving behind only tattered flesh and broken bones.

Of course, there was no celebration afterwards, that was just part one of it all. They still had to get their people on the inside. But, the obstacle there was the ghouls that would no doubt rush to the guard the break... Either way though, it was like a ship, a hole, if left unplugged, would make the whole thing go down. It was only a matter of time now...

But it would take too long... Yoshimura decided as already he saw the swarming of ghouls, no doubt Ukaku, at the newly made entrance. The CCG would be picked apart as they made their way to it.

A gust of wind blew on the top of the hill and Yoshimura found his coat flapping slightly to it, revelaing just his feet a little more than it would had it not been blown. When his coat fell back to it's original state, Irimi and Koma had joined at his side. They were starkly contrasted, he noted. Irimi clad in black leather that hid in the night like a snakw did in the grass and Koma who's fur coat made him look bigger than he was, but was testament to his strength. But, as different as they were, the same question ran in their minds.

Irimi was the first to speak, "I've seen that look before..." She spoke with a smile and an apathetic voice that hid concern. "Are you going to give them a hand?"

Koma simply looked on to him, similar expression on his face, expecting the same answer.

"I am." He spoke with a smile, hiding his worry. He did that often. It doesn't particularly matter how strong, old, or experienced you are. When dealing with the CCG, there's always a certain fear. Well, for anyone sane at least. "I'll have to act as quick as I can though. I don't want them to take my arms again."

Yoshimra then looked down back to the mass of troops. It had appeared they had already lost an infiltration team and were sending in another. But that was not what he was looking for.

"I wonder if he's here..." Yoshimura spoke aloud. "Special class Arima, if so, then this may prove more difficult than I had hoped."

Koma then shifted his head down towards the mass of Investigators surrounding the building amnd sucked in a breath. "Who knows? But, I'd think if he was they'd send him in first." He paused. "Still they're expecting the Owl, so I imagine he's on his way, ya' know." He then looked back at the old Owl. "So, you better get it done quick."

Koma was wrong though, down in the crowd there was a single head of white hair.

Arima stood firm on the ground the zero squad in formation behind him. Arima was only to move in when things got, and they most definitely would, out of hand. Or until the Owl appeared.

He watched as they sent in infiltration team after infiltration team, all for them to be ripped to bloody ribbons. He didn't respond to it, however, physically or mentally. He'd seen much worse than this. Minami had done in victims in a much worse fashion than this. But that had never bothered him either.

Slowly, in front of his face, a white puff appeared before his face, slowly descending in a gentle way, catching his eyes as it made it's way down.

Arima held his hand out and let it rest into his hands, watching as it sat gently. Snow. It was almost fitting. Of course it was still in the colder months of the year, but he didn't think it was going to snow today. Still, it was fitting. a sudden change in the weather, for a sudden change in many lives. Many of these CCG investigators would not be making it back today. They'd leave behind families. Others would be rendered paralyzed, paraplegic, brain dead, but still alive. Fighting ghouls, as heroic as the media made it seem, was the same as a war. It was ugly and there was always going to be casualties.

Suddenly a crackle over the radio brought Arima's finger to his left ear. "Alright Arima, let's send you in there."

Arima's grip on Narukami tightened and he took a step forward. But stopped as he took noticed of, in the air above them, a descending figure. They were cloaked, giving them somewhat of a divine look. It hadn't taken long either, for the rest of the CCG to take notice, as it landed, hard, 20 ft or so from the entrance.

Arima had recognized them right away. It was him. He was early but it was him.

The size, those huge blades that seemed to be giant great swords attached to muscle. The mask, with one eye seemingly scratched off and the other one, big and red. The One-eye'd Owl. He'd come.

Then it was Yoshitoki who came on the line. "Do not engage the Owl, I repeat, do not agitate him... Arima, only advance if he shows aggression. We don't need to lose anymore CCG than we have to."

There was an eerie silence that now set over the battleground now as the SSS-rated ghoul rose to his full height and glanced around.

Then, suddenly, and very curiously, he unloaded a fury of ukaku shards, that seemed to appear magically from underneath his long, coat and into the breached area, making the hole even wider all the way. It was impressive for his age. They didn't have an exact age on the Owl, but they imagined, from the little bits of skin they could see, that he was an older man. That scared the CCG like nothing else. Who knows what he could've done at a younger age?

However, it hadn't last long as quickly enough The Owl returned to a more statue like pose. Blood seemed to pool out from the opening in the complex, like an eerie scene from a horror movie. Then the Owl spoke.

"Come and find me..." He said, his voice almost machine-like as he ominously made his way through the hole in the wall.

Then silence... That was just like the Owl, or at least what they knew of him. A sadist, he killed off his own subjects, What a truly terrible king. Still, in the land of the blind the one eye'd man is king.

A buzz over the radio channel. "...You heard him..."

Eto had left Tatara there, broken, beaten, humiliated, in a pool of his own blood, which was more than likely now crusting around him. She hadn't felt like this since she was a child. This rush of rage and utter joy at the same time. It was The one-eye'd Owl breaking through. And it scared her.

But, now was most definitely not the time for fear, especially not when she was so close to getting out of here... In fact, she could leave right now. But, she still had things to do. There were so many things she had to fix before she could have her own happy ending.

That's why, now, she was standing before Hide, whom of which she'd cornered. Not in a violent way, but in a gentle way. Technically, when she thought about all this, the fact that any of these people, Kaneki, Hide, the twins, all of them were half-ghouls because of her existence. This was only right...

Eto had left her Owl form sometime back, exchanging it for a less obvious cloaked form at the moment. No doubt she'd need it again, but until then, this would do. She sat, crisscrossed and supporting her back with her arms. "Geez..." She said, looking Hide in the eye's. "You and Kaneki... You sure are troublesome sometimes, huh?" it was playful, not scornful the way she talked to him.

He frowned, "What?"

"So, why exactly are you two having this little spat?" she continued, ignoring Hide. "You seemed to be best friends, and now, you're throwing each other through walls... literally."

Hide paused. Was she going to lecture him? Why would she try to?

"He's the reason I'm like this..." Hide replied, almost wavering in his resolve for some reason.

"Nope, you're wrong there..." Eto sighed, "Ya see, I'm the reason you're like this. If I had never been born, then no one would have to become a half ghoul... So, it was my existence that caused you pain. If you need to be mad at anyone be mad at me..."

"You're wrong. I didn't have to be a half ghoul... I was the one who called in the CCG way back when at Aogiri's old hideout. It was his fault, because I had to save him... That Kanou turned me into a ghoul." The resolve was still there, but shaken. Eto wasn't entirely sure he even believed what he was saying anymore. He just didn't want to admit that he was wrong in what he was doing.

She sighed once more, "Well, I did what I came to do... I just hope that you don't try to do what you wan't to do... Because if you do, will you still like who you are? Or will you realized that you are fighting the person who was always with you?" She paused. "That's a terrible thing to lose don't you think?"

With that, Eto left, leaving the other half-ghoul to himself.

Touka stood at the top of the hill, watching the CCG forces piling in... well, the infiltration team at least. But, before that, she'd seen something that she'd never lain eye's on before. The manager being remotely violent. And honestly, her legs were shaking.

Then she felt a strong hand fall on her shoulder and she turned, to see Yomo, mask on and ready. Behind him the others, including Rize, were in a similar state. "Next is our turn..." He said.

Touka tightened her grip on her mask and exhaled a shaky breath. Fear was normal in a situation like this. She was stepping into a snake den. But, she wasn't just doing this for Eto. Ayato was in there somewhere and if she didn't get him out, he was going to die. And, God, That she couldn't take. As much shit as he put her through, them all through. She'd hate herself for the rest of her life if he died when she could have prevented it.

"Let's go..."