Thread: The Special Division Tactical Force-Hareem/Moon

It was a no good awful day, that's what it was. It had started that way too for a good portion of the bustling city. First of all, it was raining, and raining hard, lightning and thunder flashing and banging as if it had something to prove, and high mile winds driving the raindrops into unprotected flesh like little BB's. It was a terrible day to be out and about, especially when the explosions happened. The official report was that some gas main lines had ruptured. Those that knew better quickly had their memories replaced to fit the story. The only people who knew the truth, where the ones who where directly involved in the 'disaster' which had been nothing short of impossible to believe. After all, who could honestly believe that a massive battle had taken place right there in the city, a battle involving people who where anything but human. In fact that man right there, had horns on his head, like tiny antlers. That man over there had large bat like wings sticking out of his back, and yet the people walking around them... didn't seam to notice that at all. The people gaping at the scene, didn't seam to understand that the people they where staring at... where not human! One man was ordering everyone else about. He was pointing and snapping orders like he owned the place, and from the way everyone did as he ordered indicated that he was the leader. There had been two sides to the battle. The one side had been in the middle of murdering a few people, tearing into their flesh with teeth and gulping down the meat like it was a delicacy. They where wearing rags, and had a wild, furious look about them as they snapped and snarled as they where tied up, hand cuffed, collared like wild dogs, and practically dragged away because they refused to walk. The other side where incredibly diverse, but they where all wearing the same black outfits, each person had a band around their arm, neck, forehead or thigh, listing their name, their department, and a number. Which seamed to indicate rank. The man who was snapping orders, was Ezequiel, there was no last name. He had no division listed, and no rank. Underneath it, it only said 'Captain'. One by one the snarling murderers where dragged away until their was only one left... but he seamed entirely out of place. Wait. the man, Ezequiel ordered, his eyes fixed on the stranger. this one isn't on the list. 'that one' had been caught in the middle of the fight, and was kneeling on the sidewalk with his hands zip-tied behind his back. Ezequiel moved over to him and crouched down, staring at the others face. You are not a part of the Thorny Paw Pack. he muttered, setting his hand on the others chin and turning the others head from one direction to the other. ...take him with us, but don't put him with the others. They might eat him. Yes Sir! and with that, the 'boy' was picked up, and put in what looked like a normal police van, only this one was empty. It was a pretty long drive, and when the doors finally opened he was in an entirely new place. see that one to Room 12B. Ezequiel ordered before turning to the snarling pack of feral werewolves. The boy was led down a steep set of stairs, was settled into a common interrogation room. His hands where untied and he was allowed to wander the room as he pleased. After several minutes alone, a tiny man with dragonfly wings entered the room set down a tray of hot food and left without a word. A cup of hot coffee, a cup of milk and a glass of water went with the meal of baked chicken, mashed potatoes and steamed carrots. There was also a newspaper made available for him to read, so clearly he wasn't in 'trouble' like the others who had been captured where. now the only question was, what did they want with him?