Thread: Supernatural Detection Task Force

It was night, the full moon shone through the city streets as a sleek black Limo rode through the streets towards the home of one Christopher Blackwood. The Limo belonged to an organization that no human would ever know about, even the President of the United States knew nothing of this organization. The SDTF, the Supernatural Detection Task Force. All those stories, and tales about werewolves, vampires, fairies, unicorns, Dragons, Djinns, even the witches and tales of humans with cognitive abilities like telepathy and pyrotechnics, they where all real, all true. The SDTF was spread throughout all of America, all of the world really but it was mostly within the united states, they kept the Supernatural creatures hidden from the humans, from the 'mundanes' and they protected the mundanes from the supernatural creatures that preyed upon them. Many of the supernatural creatures ate humans in some way or another, enjoying their flesh, their blood, and even their sexual, or emotional energies. It was the SDTF's job to protect, and maintain the human populations. The Limo stopped in front of Christopher's home, and a massive man climbed out of the vehicle, a person Christopher would recognize. He was the same man from the club last night, the one that had 'confirmed' the existence of the SDTF. He stood at least 6'6, his hair was gray and streaked with darker and lighter shades, he was scruffy in a handsome sort of way. His name was Tank , and he was second in command at the SDTF 12'th division. There where fifty divisions in the states, and each had their own territory to monitor. Tank moved up to Christopher door, finding the entire situation all too strange and unusual. This was the first ever documented case of someone discovering the SDTF on their own, and then deciding they wanted to join. As far as Tank knew all members, even himself, had been recruited by the higher ranking members of the SDTF. But this Christopher had stumbled across the secrete, found a higher ranking member, and asked to join himself, hell he'd even asked for a form! A form!!! it was unheard of! Tank's lips twitched a little as he considered it and shook his head as he knocked on Christopher door, looking down at the man. At 6'6 he looked down at pretty much everyone. it's Time. he stated simply, his voice deep and rough, almost wild, of course being a werewolf of course he was wild. someone will gather your things. Tank promised. your new life awaits. he admitted watching as a group of people, dressed in Moving Company garb started gathering all of Christopher's things to take them to the man's new home. please follow me, your boss, an Mentor, is waiting downstairs. Be polite, he doesn't take kindly to lip. he admitted smirking a little. unless he likes you, then he might let it slide if he's in a good mood. he admitted leading the way down to the Limo, opening the door for him and ushering him inside. For a moment there was only darkness, save for the bright cherry red glow of a long-pipe. Then Tank turned on the overhead light and the leader of the SDTF Division 12 was revealed. His name, was Xane , his name had changed many times through the many years, many centuries he had been alive, but now he went by Xane. Why? Only he knew, and it wasn't likely that he would ever give a reason. He was lounging across the entire back seat, leaving the other side of the back limo to Tank and Christopher, his dusk gray eyes studying Christopher as he took a long draw off of his long-pipe, examining the man as he blew the smoke out of his nose. Whatever he was smoking, it wasn't tobacco, it had a sweet, pleasant scent to it. Xane was handsome, and it was hard to see if he was a man or a woman just by looking at his face, but the almost oppressive, masculine power that flowed off of him would assure anyone that he was a male, a very dominant male. so. Xane's voice was sweet as well, smooth and soft. you are the Christopher I have heard about. Xane muttered, flipping something open on the small table that sat in-between them, examining it before sliding it over to Christopher... it was the boys criminal records, school files, doctors reports, everything about him that had ever gone online, been printed on paper, or submitted to anywhere was in that thick file now sitting in front of him. such an interesting person we have before us. a human. Tank agreed examining the man sitting next to him. it's not often we get humans in the SDTF, a even then they have supernatural capabilities. Tank explained, watching Xane, wondering just what was going through the man's head. As ancient as Xane was, it was impossible to read his calm face. graduated high school with moderate grades... never applied for collage, served a five year tour in the Marines... another three in the MP's... Xane stated looking through the file. few friends, few family, incredibly accurate when dealing with weapons of any kind... you've even killed a few supernatural creatures without realizing it. he admitted taking another long draw off of his pipe before looking at Christopher. the world you are going into is a very dangerous one Christopher Blackwood. he admitted. the creatures you will see, and even fight have all the advantages... most can take three bullets to the chest and they won't go down...so why do you want to join the SDTF? If it's curiosity, or a suicidal streak, there are easier ways to die.