Sorry for taking so long, I cannot seem to get on the road to recovery. Anyway, the response to this is amazing! 31 reviews and favourites with 62 follows? You guys are amazing! I am on top of the world! Thank you so much!

At some point, I will take the time and sit down to write everyone who follows or favourites this a letter of thanks. For now, though, you will just have to deal with a oral thank you.

A huge thanks to everyone who has reviewed, added this to their favourites, followed this, or just simply read it. Please enjoy the story!

P.S. If you want to figure out who Thanatos (and Letus, but I think most of you know) is, re-read chapter three and the note at the top. It should provide you with the basics. I know a lot of you are curious, so that is where you want to look for clues.

P.P.S. Review Responses are at the bottom because they took up too much space at the top.

This chapter kicks things into action but there is not much character interaction.

Chapter 5- You Lie Down With Dogs, You'll Get Up With Fleas

Owl thumped through the door, closing it with a crash. He tossed his keys to one side, closely followed by his jacket. The night guard lumbered over to the fridge and removed a beer. He swore loudly when the ring cut into his finger, only to try again and succeed. The doorbell rang insistently and Owl quickly called out in response, taking a swig of beer as he began to move. Setting down his can and sucking on his finger, the former SAS man strode towards the entrance.

The door creaked open, the hinges worn from years of cold winters and warm summers. Owl leaned against the doorframe, eyes looking up at the unfamiliar man in front of him. The night guard opened his mouth to ask what the man needed; only he was cut off before he could begin.

The man raised a gun as quick as lightning. The crack echoed throughout the street and the man made a hasty departure. Neighbours shrieked and flocked to the reclusive soldier's house. Frantic whispers made their rounds as the screeching of a police car filled the air. No one saw the murderer; all they could think of were the eyes.

Platinum blonde hair fanned out from his face like a halo, blood seeping into the fibres. Blank brown eyes stared up from a paling face, devoid of life.

Owl was dead.

"No," Lestrade's voice rang through the press room, trying desperately to keep the calm. "We do not know about the motive, only that Morris Stevenson, forty-three, codename Owl, was murdered in his flat at seven-thirty am earlier today…"

Dingo sighed with satisfaction, a small smile slipping onto his face. He had saved another life today, performed yet another miraculous operation. It was a wonderful feeling, to know that you were making a difference. He waltzed into the kitchen, still beaming. Humming a small tune the medic stretched to open the small window above the sink. It showed ground-level, bringing natural light into Dingo's basement flat.

Snagging some leftovers from the fridge, Dingo flicked the old television on. There was no space in the living room and he spent most of his time in the kitchen anyway. Setting the microwave and starting it with the press of the button, Dingo turned to the T.V. The microwave whirred reassuringly in the background as Dingo stared up at Owl's face.

Shock entered the soldier's mind, eating away like acid at his good mood. He clutched the counter top for support, lips forming a grief-stricken word of denial, but they never made a sound.

The bullet was silent, whizzing through the air to hit Dingo perfectly in the heart. The man collapsed, face sallow with sorrow and death.

It was hours before someone found him. By that point the tears had evaporated from his clouded, emerald eyes.

His blood had soaked his auburn mane, rusting his skin like it was aging iron. The change was seamless. No one could see where his hair melded into his blood.

Dingo was dead.

"Yes, we are considering a serial killer. These two men were both members of V-Unit while they served at the SAS. No, we still don't have a motive. Nathaniel Johansson, forty-five, codename Dingo, a bullet through his heart at nine eighteen pm while he resided in his flat. Yes, precautionary measures are being taken with the other two members of V-Unit."

The other two bodies were recovered by the armed truck. Someone had snuck in, dispatching the team leader and sharp-shooter with terrifying ease. The other bodies were nowhere to be found, their blood the only trace. Police could not tell if the military protection had been the murders, or if it had been an external source.

All that mattered was the matted brown hair and unseeing, grey eyes filled with fading regret. His steadfast nature and playful grudges had been destroyed by a madman's finger.

Bear was dead.

All that mattered was the staining black hair and blind, grey eyes overflowing with dwindling acceptance. His tranquillity in the face of danger and fresh outlook on the impossible had been ripped from his world by a single command.

Iguana was dead.

Four men were deceased, and all they had were the bullets. Inscribed on each was a word, and already Lestrade was chilled to the bone.

Never

Sherlock watched the news, eyes widening on horror. The poem was true, They were making their move. His safety was no longer an issue, Tom would give up anything for the safety of his friends, and it looked like he might have to.

Forgive

John gaped, tears welling up. A sharp intake of breath betrayed his shock as he stared at his fallen comrades. A sob escaped his lips as he mourned their passing and swore revenge. The soldier did not have the puzzle pieces, the ones who would tell him that it was Them. It was a good thing he did not, only his death would come of it.

Never

Mycroft stared unfeelingly. He had played the man for so long that he had almost completely become him. Jerry was supressed somewhere deep in his soul, waiting to be let out. Sliding onto a different topic, he pondered this new predicament. Of course They would return, They always did. What did it mean for him though? His brother would defend his friendships, but what did Mycroft have? The poem had been right, the end was nearing.

Forget

"All members of V-Unit have been confirmed dead. Police are currently liaising with MI6 as we have no possible motive. The secret service might be able to provide information we, as the police, do not have access to. The press will be informed of any updates on the matter, but at the moment, we are flying blind."

Scorpia had made their move.

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