Monsters and Hunters

As Orlando stepped out of his truck, two of the security guards snapped handcuffs on his wrists, tightly, nearly cutting off his circulation. They rushed him through the front doors as other guards surrounded the truck to retrieve the two monsters.

The youth was still kicking and screaming unaware of the staff change, expecting the hunger from before to open the door and he'd have attempted to overpower him if possible.

*Gulps* *Wilson stands there in a nervous sweat* *they were scary. and they were doing scary things to his friend. but his friend said that they were here to help* *that must be what they are doing* "Geuh... hello."

A guard nodded at Wilson and approached, lowering his gun. "Get out of the truck and we can all be safe and nobody will have to get hurt." It was best to get the unrestrained monster under control before taking the other out of the truck bed. They trusted Orlando to have successfully contained the threat of the monster that he claimed to capture, but the Elsen was a variable. They had no way of knowing how he would react.

*safe. nobody hurt. these are nice friend words. this guard must be a friend* "Ok." *Wilson complies, carefully getting out and properly closing the truck door behind him. He's starting to calm down about the guns seen here. none of them are being used after all*

KopyCat had thought long and hard for a full name, any name.
Nothing. It was completely and utterly screwed if it couldn't figure out a name. It also didn't have much time before the other guard would wake up from being tranquilized. At this point, it could either risk the biscuit or play it safe.

The doors hadn't closed yet, which was nice. It gave him a small window of opportunity in case things REALLY went south. The air vents were sealed off, though. If KopyCat couldn't escape through the door, there would be no exit.

KopyCat took a deep breath.

"Joseph Phillips. O-Fifty Two" It stated to the machine.

It anxiously waited, nervously glancing side to side.

The guard approached him. "I'm going to cuff your wrists behind you now. These are steel handcuffs just to protect both me and you. We don't want you to hurt anyone or us have to hurt you if you get out of control." He explained.

*gulps* "geuh... um... ok. th. though I'm not sure if cuffs work on burnt. tar stuff might just move around..." *Wilson is feeling a bit nervous, but in the interest of safety, he thinks that this might be important*
*he does as asked anyway though, holding his hands behind him*

Agent Apah had been right on the money when it came to keeping this monster under control. The guard nodded, and cuffed his wrists more gently leading him away.

Two guards went after the kid in the back. One of them laughed out right to see the motocycle. "Nice bike, eh Bill? You think we should scrap it? I know Kevin's been looking for a bike to crush in his distruction derby."

as soon as they opened the door he was being kept in his legs reached out and aimed a harsh kick at ones chin, at the same time he tried to send one of his elbows into the seconds groin. If he was successful he'd quickly get and and make a run for the bike, if not he was going to get dragged into the prison but he'd make them pay for every inch they dragged him.

The guard narrowly avoided the kick. "Oh look. We've got a fighter!" He laughed pulling the kid out of the back. With Kadmoss's hands bound, there wasn't much he could do by way of moving his arms or elbows about.

*continuing to follow where he is being lead, Wilson asks the nearest friend,*
"um. where are we going for now? if thats ok to ask..."

The kid lunged for a head butt, knocking the guard clean out. For the first time Kadmoss let slip a clue to his power, as he didn't seemed phased by the force of the blow.

The main floor.
Alexandra stepped briskly out of the elevator, carefully thinking over her next few steps of action. Should she also brainwash the Elsen? She had remembered how Wilson had turned into a burnt tar mess under extreme pressure. Maybe that wouldn't be the greatest idea.

Voices on her earpiece rang out. "We've got a fighter! Orlando and the elsen are under control, requesting backup on this biker kid!" Alexandra sighed. Great. No sign of the werewolf, but Orlando had picked up a hitchhiker. She'd need to have a talk with him.

Speak of the devil himself. There he was. Cuffed with guards on either side.

"Well, look what the Cat dragged in." Alexandra said in a demeaning tone.
"I'd say I was impressed, but you only completed half of the assignment. I asked for a werewolf, not some crazed biker! I..."

She paused for a moment, listening to the situation outside. She rolled her eyes as she heard some of the guards struggling to contain Kadmoss. She wondered for a second if the werewolf would have been any easier anyways.

Alexandra focused her attention back on Orlando. "...I also heard that you were being way too friendly with your captives. I pay you to get things done, not give pep talks and invite monsters to eat."

She tapped her foot on the ground a couple of times. If Orlando couldn't give her any sort of explanation, she wouldn't be happy.

Orlando frowned at his boss. She really wasn't a nice lady in the best of times and with the present situation she was even more irate. "You have your job running this hell hole, let me do mine." His hostility was almost insubordinate as he flared at the ground at her feet. "If you have a better way of bringing in an easily startled person who's body turns into tar, you be sure to tell me. The biker attacked us. I shot him with a tranq. He can be used for something I'm suee."

Alexandra scoffed at Orlando's replies to her questions. Though she didn't like his tone, she had to admit he had fair points. It seemed that so far, the only one to be able to keep the elsen under control was Orlando. She wasn't about to risk a burning tar monster rampaging around the facility either.
She briefly massaged her temples in defeat, stressed out from the recent occurrences. Perfect. Simply perfect.

"You had better hope they are both useful for something, because that werewolf is still out there somewhere, and I don't need it getting too far away. I'm assigning the elsen and the annoyance to you, seeming how you're already 'pals' with them."
She strained the word "pals" with a hint of disgust. How could Orlando even bear to be around monsters? Alexandra had been through the exact same regimens that Orlando had been through, yet Orlando was perfectly fine with having a tar monster ride beside him in a truck?!

Sometimes, she just couldn't understand him at all.

A miniature sigh exited her mouth. With a slight scowl on her face, she pointed to the employee cafeteria. "Do me a favor, just keep the elsen under control and get him that meal you promised him. The biker will be joining you shortly. In the meantime, I'm going to try and figure out what the heck i'm going to do with you three. Dismissed."

Alexandra walked off in a huff down the hall. Orlando, Orlando, Orlando. She tried to calm herself down just a little bit. "At least he got the elsen" she thought to herself, trying to be the least bit optimistic.

It didn't help. Not one bit. This was indeed, quite the "hellhole". She was so caught up in the mess that had been unfolding that she nearly walked past Wilson without acknowledging the new captive.

Pausing and turning to look at the monster, she was only to contain her anger enough to the point where she could only manage a few seconds around Wilson. She looked him over once or twice, then gave orders to the guards escorting the elsen to take the him to Orlando in the employee cafeteria. She'd be joining them all after she got the biker under control.

She then sped off towards the front door. Orlando's last captive was causing a commotion outside. There would be no escaping today.

Alexandra shoved open the entryway doors to discover that the guards had been struggling with a captive who was still tied up?! Was he some sort of monster too?!

Sickening that some of her own men were fighting with an incapacitated captive and were still getting beaten. It was just one of those days. Alexandra would have none of this nonsense continuing. There was business to be taken care of.

Stepping towards Kadmoss, she managed to pull out the gag that was in the captives mouth, tossing it aside.

"You have some explaining to do and a place to be. Don't play any funny games and maybe I won't have to resort to violence."

She glared daggers into him. No joking around.

"Explain what? Did I try and kill you my sure, but I ain't no moster." He lied, in truth he was an arch demon but his powers had been stripped away, other then increased physical abilities and faster healing power he was pretty much human. "Go ahead and take whatever blood samples or tests you want, I'm human." That last one was a bluff, as Kadmoss generally had no idea if blood tests would show him as demon or human. It was a calculated risk and unless he majority miscalculated he would be fine.

*Wilson is happy to hear about a cafeteria. that means calm eating*
*he tries to get in a "thankyou" before the angry lady continues on, but it seems like she has somewhere she needs to be* *must be busy around here*
*and, Orlando was supposed to be there, so that'd be even better*

Orlando shrugged off his captors who had snapped off the cuffs. He rolled his shoulders and arms, trying to get the blood flowing back into his arms. Released from his captors he turned around to see the Elsen being similarly released and went over to him. "See? Not that bad." Orlando smiled at Wilson. "Come with me. I'll show you the cafeteria."

"Umm." *Wilson is feeling a little nervous about having his handcuffs removed*
"I was wearing those for safety... Is it ok now?" *Wilson is ready to follow along to the cafeteria*