Okay, I absolutely from the bottom of my heart apologise for taking several months to do this chapter. But my life has been snowed over in paper and along with a severe case of writer's block I was unable to work on my story. I'd also like to apologise for the 'order' as Melissa put it, to read my profile. Thanks Melissa by the way, for your helpful reviews.

No POV

The man in black was in hiding. The device had been defective and severely injured him, he had not been careful enough. His target had entered too soon. He'd been forced to press the button while he was still inside the building. Normally he would double check his equipment before every job, but in this case he'd been pressed for urgency. This is what happens when you rush he thought, clicking a fresh magazine into his shotgun. There had been no need for anything more efficient, spiffy or accurate. A .22 was effective, but try grocery shopping with that slung over your shoulder. An operation, if it was to be carried out secretly required subtleness. A shotgun provided that subtlety.

Thinking about the op gone wrong made the man's blood boil. The objective had been simple. Implant the device, get out of the building, target enters room with device on. Press button, no more target. But the device had been defective, the outcome was erroneous and his superiors would not be happy, his client even less so. The man in black glanced at his watch. His exit team was late. He grumbled a little as he settled his back against the wall.

The man in black sighed. Maybe his team had not received the message? Had they passed it on to the higher command yet? The questions whirled through his head. He groaned slightly and put his head in his hands. Questions caused head aches, and head aches were not helping his injuries.

The man in black heard a knock on the door, and sighed as he got up to open the door. "You took your bloody ti-"the man in black never finished his sentence. He didn't even finish twisting the door knob.

The team did a good job of cleaning the scene. The only sign that anything odd had ever happened in this quiet hotel, was a hole in the upper half of the door. As the team cleaned the blood from the walls and floor, the woman in grey leaned against the door opposite; and cleaned her shotgun.

Will's POV

I could have kicked myself, I'd been so stupid. I admit that I couldn't have known that this kind of trouble would find us. But I should have known that the Cabal would not just up and go for no good reason. Or that they wouldn't at least leave something nasty behind to compensate for not giving us a terrible surprise in the form of guns. But of course I couldn't kick myself could I? And do you want to know why? I was tied up. Fully enveloped in sticky white stuff. It was fairly thin, so it wasn't any kind of rope, but it was strong and a real pain to try and move around in. I wasn't sure if my legs would survive being tied up like this much longer, not that I was a good judge seeing as I couldn't feel them anymore.

Another thorn in my side was the fact that I was hanging upside down from the roof. Oh joy. I may not have been able to feel my legs, but I could definitely feel the blood rushing to my head. The pounding noise of my blood was painful and gave me a headache. Now surveying your surroundings while in serious danger and pain is not as easy at it looks in the movies. You don't get up and go "Ventilation shaft, go!" It requires precision, thinking, and preferably no headaches.

I was in a barn of some kind. Almost the whole thing was made of wood, with the floor being covered by straw. The majority of the railing was covered in dust and the barn doors looked rather forlorn. One barely hanging onto the hinges and the other half destroyed by termites. Nothing was holding the two closed together, as the wind was making them creak on their hinges. If I rotated my neck slightly, I could see a large hole in the roof, where the beams had rotted away and let the wood of the roof fall through.

I was strung between two of the railings, hanging almost completely upside down, held up by a network of threads similar to the ones which were binding my legs and arms. I couldn't exactly see everything as I could only rotate my head slightly, and bouncing around on the threads doesn't seem like a great idea when one is more than two metres off the floor and would likely face plant, literally.

I heard a faint ssshhhing sound as rain began to fall through the hole in the roof. Droplets where pouring down and the doors were letting freezing cold wind through. I sighed, it was all going fine an hour ago.

Nikola's POV

Clean up was not going well. The floor which the explosion had originated from was still blocked by a large amount of rubble and I had no idea where Henry was. It was a shame really, as I really, really wanted to hit someone. I kicked aside some small rocks as I surveyed the area. As a result of shock to the wall supports, the elevator refuses to move until someone overrides the back-up security system. Something Henry conveniently forgot to tell me the password of, and which the Big Guy was in no position to talk to me about

I turned my incredible attention span towards the door. Oh wait, I couldn't see the door as there appears to be a mountain growing in the middle of the hallway. "You see" I pointed to the mess blocking my way "this is what happens when you take the dog off the leash". Whatshisname with the two heads rolled all four of his eyes when he thought I wasn't looking. I thought it was funny.

As no one else was in the condition, Two Face and I were left with the task of cleaning the remainder of the walls off the floor. A man of my genius shouldn't be doing menial things like this, but upon finding one of Magnus' favourite vases on the floor; I figured that for now I could leave the complaining to when she might be in a more…agreeable mood.

I left Two Face with a winching machine and went back to check on the cameras. The playback until the camera exploded didn't catch much of the action. There's Henry walking in. I thought. I had watched and re-watched and thrown the screen at the wall but there was nothing new. Still, I had an odd feeling I was missing something. I watched Henry duck his head under the desk, then pop back up, through the slightly fuzzy camera view I could make out a shocked expression. Fish face I thought. Henry pushed the chair back and looked about to make a run for it when the camera melted. I noticed something new though.

I rewound the video and played it again. There. I paused it. A shape was crouching behind a beam, just out of camera view. I rewound the tape further back. There it was, the abnormality I hadn't seen. Out of one corner was the mermaid's tail, for two minutes of security video her tail was twitching. Camera loop.

I kicked the couch so it made a reasonable sized hole in the wall. "Bastards!"

I have to end this chapter here unfortunately. Not much for your wait, sorry, but this weekend is free for me, so chapter 8 will definitely be going up then.

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