Story: District Three Part 3

## Description

The bond between Flynn and Ace Radford waring thin as Elisa is still missing. Flynn later finding out that the Agent had been lying to him about Elisa. He had been deliberatelly hiding her in his flat to keep her safe from District Three as they work out who is behind her kidnapping.

### Saturday; November 1st 2014 7:36am

Flynn slamming the agent’s car door. The Agent glaring at Flynn. Flynn absolutely furious with the Agent running back to his car jumping inside.

The Agent is driving back to his flat where he is keeping Elisa. Flynn following closely behind him. The Agent can see Flynn’s car following after him. The Agent turning off. Parking up at the side of the road. Getting out of his car. Flynn parking up besides him. The Agent not infuriated. “What is your problem?” Flynn getting out of his car. “Can you not just tell me what’s going on?” The agent rolling his eyes. Brushing the hair from his face.

The agent still staying quiet. Not admitting anything to Flynn concerned for Elisa’s safety. The agent knows it isn’t Flynn’s fault. Flynn worried about Elisa unsure why he is being told to drop it. Flynn holding his fists up. The agent caught off guard as Flynn in a spat throws a punch towards the agent. Agent jolting back the punch hitting on the upper torso below his neck. Missing his head. The agent retaliating throwing a punch clipping Flynn on the jaw. Flynn jolting backwards his hand holding his jaw sore from the impact of the punch. Flynn glaring at the agent.

The agent coughing. The impact of the previous punch causing him to cough and spit. The agent as he catches his breath. “I know you didn’t trust me from the start; Flynn. That’s how you are by nature.”

Agent wiping his mouth. Flynn glaring at Flynn holding his face spitting blood out from his mouth: “I’m guessing you didn’t tell Michelle when I contacted you?” Agent looking at Flynn. “She doesn’t need to know.”

Flynn hissing at the Agent: “Like hell she doesn’t.” Flynn taking his mobile from his pocket. Answering it. The agent grabbing Flynn’s hand shouting at him. “Elisa is safe. I know where she is.” Flynn looking up at the Agent pulling his arm away from the agent. Surprised. “What? How would you…”

The Agent annoyed: “I found her and I’m keeping her safe in my flat. If they know she is alright that’ll only put her in greater danger.” The Agent invading Flynn’s personal space by pushing his face closer. Muttering to him passive aggressively: “If you’re not convinced go on. You can see her.” Flynn storming off back into his car. Driving away back to HQ ignoring the Agent’s warning. The Agent cursing to himself as Flynn drives away. “Fucking Moron.”

The Agent getting back into his car driving towards his flat.

### Saturday; November 1st 2014 8:08am

The Agent returning to Elisa. Elisa is sleeping on the Agent’ sofa. The agent holding Elisa’s broken phone putting it on the coffee table.Elisa waking up looking towards her phone. Getting up slowly her body still badly bruised and battered. “You found it.” The Agent nodding. Apologetically to Elisa: “I’m sorry. Flynn knows.” Elisa confused. Elisa looking at the Agent’s knuckles. They’re bruised. Elisa looking up at the Agent. “Were you in a fight?”

The Agent turning his head away staring off into the distance. “Flynn and you had a fight?” Elisa frustrated. “Just over me... “ The agent turning back around to Ellisa. “Don’t feel guilty over this. Flynn had it coming. He nearly compromised us even after I told him no too. I swear that moron…” Elisa worried: “Does he suspect me?” The agent shaking his head. “Of course not.”

Elisa looking up at the Agent. Still concerned. “Can I at least talk to him?”

The agent considering it. Stay silent. Turning to Elisa. “I’m not so sure that is wise.” Elisa shaking her head. “I won’t give anything away. I’ve done this before.” The agent closing his eyes. Shrugging. “You should arrange a meeting place if you want to speak to Flynn. It’s not safe for you to go back to the HQ. I recommend the Cafe at Morrison Way. It’s out of the way; secluded and will be the least likely to draw unnecessary attention.” Elisa picking her phone up from off the table. The Agent smirking. “Give him a call he was worried about you… and if you want to make him worry less you might want to cover up those injuries.” Elisa nodding. “I’m sure I have something for that.” Elisa standing up walking over to the front door. The Agent following Elisa to the front door. “Your car is still parked up on the residential street. I’d avoid going back to it if I were you until you know it’s safe. If you need money for a bus I’d be happy to give you what you need. Avoid Taxi’s or private cars…” Elisa holding her hands up. “Easy. I’ll be fine. They caught me off guard it won’t happen again.”

The agent looking towards Elisa. “Seriously. Elisa. They got clumsy the first encounter you had. They won’t be making the same mistake again. All it would take is a tranquilizer and you’d be out cold long enough for them to cage you up like any other SKOR. If that happens you’ll be exposed and that would compromise us.” The agent turning around opening his drawer. Closing the drawer again he crouches down and opens the middle drawer. Taking a small black box from out the drawer. Switching the black box on he passes it to Elisa. Elisa confused. “What’s that?” The agent explaining: “It’s a tracker… I put it on your car when I got suspicious about Baron… I followed you and her to the shop.” Elisa surprised. “I see... “ Elisa holding the tracker pocketing it.

The Agent protecting of Elisa: “If they do try anything again. At least we’ll know where you are.”

Elisa agreeing. Elisa confused: “It might fall out of my pocket or they might take it.” The agent exclaiming: “We can conceal it.” The Agent walking over to his desk picking up a roll of duct tape throwing it to Elisa. “There.” Elisa catching the tape. Looking at it. Elisa nervously: “This is going to hurt.” The agent reassuring Elisa: “Safety over pain. I’d take safety any day.”

### Saturday; November 1st 2014 2:13pm

Eventually; The agent drops Elisa off at the cafe. Elisa purchasing a milkshake sits at a table. Setting the drink down she begins to read her texts trying to looking around her shattered screen. A large crack covering her screen after the struggle. Flynn walking into the cafe again for the second time in the same day. Elisa turning back to Flynn. Flynn settling down.

Flynn is quiet. Almost upset with Elisa.

Flynn breaking the awkward silence between the pair.

“I thought you were dead. I don’t know how I would’ve explained that to David or Michelle. They would have been devastated.

Radford reassured me. Promised he would break the news to her because I thought he knew how hard it was for me. Then I find out from him you are alive and he is keeping you in his flat.

Elisa. What happened?”

Elisa explaining what she knew. From being thrown into a van. Elisa lying explaining that she managed to find something in one of the boxes and escaped. Not telling him she forced her way out.

Flynn nodding: “You split off from your brother and went alone to meet me. Whoever wanted you took you and tried to take you somewhere. The agent seems adamant it’s related to District Three.”

### Saturday; November 1st 2014 2:19pm

The Agent is in his car with his private mobile. “I need you to give me everything you know about District Three. This is important.”

The man on the phone. “District Three?” The agent realizing. “Right. FT Forke.” The man surprised. “FT Forke. They’re still around?”

The Agent responding: “Yes they are. The problem is… I don’t think they’re playing well with FT Daleford. One of their members has been targeting us.”

The man on the other end confused: “How? And why?” The Agent responding: “I had a think about it and it’s the only way it makes any sense. FT Forke is the only facility to use Skornamide which we found on a victim of Vincent Gates. Furthermore I was looking into their casualty record. It seems familiar to Vincent. Right and what’s more is it still seems to be happening. A lot of their cases have marks against their hunters. How on earth could their hunters be so incompetent?”

The man intrigued: “Cassandra. You’re still upset about her aren’t you?” The Agent going silent. The man again: “Cassandra died working with FT Forke. You’re thinking that someone within the organization is playing dirty.” The Agent looking towards the steering wheel clearly upset by it. “She was a talented agent. Far more skilled in combat than me. Yet she is killed and torn apart.” The man suspicious. “No you’re right. I think FT Forke has had a poor track record it’s astounding it still operates today. I would investigate FT Forke. I’ll access the database with your login and send you the list.”

The Agent appreciative. “Thank you.”

The phone hung up. The mysterious contact sets out to gather detailed information on the members of FT Forke using a computer remotely accessing the database from outside of Daleford.

An older gentleman turning to Baron who is watching him intently. The older Gentleman: “Did you ever meet an associate of Vincent?” Baron shaking her head. “Vincent was always on his own when we met. Hardly much of a talker that one when it came to his companion…” Baron looking up at the man sitting in the darkened room. The dim laptop barely illuminating his face. “He said his companion and him had fought together for a long time. Did Vincent know anybody when he worked for you… murderers.”

The man unsure: “I could take a look and see what I dig up; but for now all I can think of is Peter Foreman and he is hardly another hunter. He spent most of his time in the facility from what I gathered from his members. They thought fondly of him.”

Baron smirking looking away: “I thought fondly of one such SKOR too but he only turned on me. There maybe more to your friends than you think. I trust not my kind just as you should not trust your own… if you believe them to be your own.” The man thinking on what Baron has just said.

The man curious: “Why did you choose the name. “Baron” Baron hissing. “Title. I did not choose it.” The man intrigued. “What ‘title’ would you give me?” Baron’s eyes shifting. “Broken” the man moving his bad leg stretching it out. Looking down at it. Putting it back down again looking to Baron. “My leg isn’t broken you know.” Baron smirking. “I know. I’m not talking about your leg.” The man caught off guard surprised by Baron’s response. Confused as to what she is implying.

The man exclaiming: “Baron is such a masculine choice of name. I’d have not thought to have called you ‘Baron’. ‘Baroness’ maybe; but certainly not Baron.” Baron not sure what the man is implying. “So what?” she scoffs. Uncaring of his opinion. Baron getting up walking away from the computer lumbering into another room. The man watching as Baron leaves.

Turning back to his computer browsing the database.

The man muttering quietly to himself. “Deceased? 25+ in total…” The man typing something into the laptop. “A majority due to a SKOR incursion. The same location each time. Caravan site.” The man gasping. “Where Cassandra died.”

The man typing a mobile number on his phone calling up The Agent Radford.

“Radford. I’ve found something interesting.” The agent intrigued: “Oh?”  The agent closing his eyes. “A good majority of FT forke hunters killed on the field are in the same location. Guess where it is.”

The man quietly muttering the name; A car passing the agent. The Agent’s eyes opening wide. His blood boiling in anger. Whoever it is; is using the Caravan Site to kill of hunters. Not even subtly. The agent demanding an answer: “Is there anyone who survived?”

The man quietly talking on the phone. “I wouldn’t take this as your answer; but recently Flynn. FT Daleford Flynn Manning did a scout mission for FT forke.” The Agent gripping the phone tightly. “What? And before that?”

The man exclaiming: “Before that? Edward Stark. A year ago mind you.”

Radford hissing on the phone. “So two people? Edward Stark a year ago and our own Flynn Manning. What the hell is going on? I knew Vincent was working. No that makes absolutely no sense. Flynn shot Vincent.

Does Edward Stark work for District Three still?” The man typing up the name ‘Edward Stark’ on the database. The man exclaiming. “He is still employed. A veteran hunter under Peter Foreman. According to this report he fled and never got site of the skor. He has B & S test results and he is clear.” The agent mockingly. “We know how unreliable those things are.”

The man explaining. “Unfortunately that doesn’t matter. It is regarded as fail safe and tamper proof according to the delusional experts and we can’t argue it until we can prove it is failing.

The man: “Vincent was regarded as an unfortunate outlier. As we both know. He was much more than that.”

The man and the agent continue to research into FT forke both of their opinions of Ft forke clouded by their fondness for Peter Foreman the operator.

### Saturday; November 1st 2014 11:34pm

Later that night The Agent heads into archive seeking out the first Case File involving the caravan site. The location many hunters have fallen victim to one Skor that nobody seems to have identified.

As the night goes on; the agent continues to search for the file. Eventually approaching the file. As he reads through it; it becomes more and more apparent that the file is missing information. The agent knowing it is likely he is going to have to start investigating even though he knows that it will put him in greater danger than ever.

The agent thinking now about Michelle still over in Central. Muttering out loud: “She will be due back soon. Which means so will Foreman. I can’t delay the cross-facility Exercises.” the agent now understandably trying to think of new ways to stall District Three from doing cross-facility exercises still believing a member of the facility to be dirty.

The agent knowing he has little time left to uncover the truth and find out who it is. The agent calling Peter Foreman on his home phone looking it up in the directory: “Peter Foreman. I need your help tracking down someone related to my mothers case I need all the information your facility has on her. I’d also like to arrange a meeting with you to discuss things further on this matter.”

The agent leaving the voice mail for Peter Foreman. The case file still in hand he begins to make his way out of the archives. Putting the case file on the table the sensors detecting the case file still in hand the gate refusing to open.

The agent power on the computer signing the case file out in his name. The computer system power down again. The case file in his hand again he walks out of the facility. The door now opening allowing him to leave the warehouse. The lights powering down behind him.

### Sunday; November 2nd 2014 10:00am

The agent is sitting down in District Three; the office of Peter Foreman clean. Important case files stores away in alphabetical order along the shelving. Peter Foreman leaning back against his chair. The computer in front of him. On his desk a collection of overused pens.

The agent exclaiming in a serious monotone voice. “I understand you never work cases. That is a choice you make but I am sure you have a good deal on them. It is your duty as leader of District Three to investigate when a casualty occurred.”

Peter Foreman with a glass of water drinking it. Putting it down on the table. Listening intently to what the agent is saying.

Peter Foreman responding: “It is my duty; and you are right I have done exactly as I had too. I’ve sent many of my men to investigate and as you can tell each time they have fallen victim to that same Skor.”

The agent cautiously muttering. “Can I see the reports?” Peter Foreman agreeing. Getting up from his office chair he walks over to the shelf. One very large ring binder folder on the shelving much bigger than the others.

Peter Foreman pulls it out. The large folder kicking up dust from the other older case files. Peter putting it on the table.

The agent astonished by the size of the file. Peter Foreman explaining: “It was merged into one after the latest unfortunate casualty… determined to be related.”

The agent again: “Have you ever considered the possibility it might well be one of your own?” Peter Foreman going silent. Curiously: “Who might you be insinuating? That is a bold accusation.”

The agent explaining “I am not accusing anybody yet but the similarities between this and Vincent… in both cases a specific location was an alleged nest. A potential hunter of yours could be following the case; setting the trap and eating your men. It isn’t unlikely.” Peter Foreman snapping back. Over protective of his hunters. “Preposterous. You’re suggesting I’d make the same mistake as Daleford?”

The agent getting defensive of Robert. “Mistakes occur and there is absolutely no shame in that. Allison Paige made the same mistake as your leader prior when Vincent was initially recruited. What I am trying to determine here is who is killing you off. Whoever it is was likely friends with Vincent.

Peter Foreman grunting. “Try Ed’ Stark. He is the only one I know. You might want to try your own first before pointing the finger at District Three.” The agent assertively: “It isn’t Flynn if that is what you are trying to imply and Flynn shooting Vincent is proof enough.” Peter Foreman smirking. “If you say so.”

The agent asking: “How on earth could he access a tranquilizer?” Peter Foreman exclaiming: “With the amount of hunters lost I am in no doubt that they would have been lost to that Skor we are short. You can check the supplies a majority of them were missing when we collected their bodies.”

The agent frustrated: “So there is Skornamide on the loose. That poses an even greater problem.” Peter Foreman underhandedly commenting. “It wouldn’t be the only time a hunting organization has lost its equipment. Right?” insinuating Michelle.

The agent standing up asking: “So where is Ed’ Stark?” Peter Foreman explaining: “He is currently taking time off I will let you know when he is back.” Peter Foreman eagerly showing the agent to the door. Peter exclaiming: “If you feel your pets over at Skornhold can take on that case I’d like to see them fulfill it.

District Three lack overly experienced hunters.” The agent leaving the facility with more questions than when he went in. The leader of District Three so quick to pass the blame onto Flynn. Radford knows that Flynn can’t be involved but knows he can’t be biased needing to ask Flynn questions as well.

### Sunday; November 2nd 2014 1:00pm

Michelle heading back into HQ after the long drive from central putting down some paper onto her desk. Flynn noticing Michelle in her office following after her. “You’re back? How was it?” Michelle still turned facing her desk sorting the paper into a folder.

“Standard procedures; them trying to exchange case information just pretty boring stuff. I honestly felt out of place there.” Michelle turning around “So how have you been… uh. In a drunken brawl I presume?” flynn realising the large bruise on his face from where the agent punched him. Flynn shifting his focus away from Michelle. Muttering quietly “It was Radford.” michelle curious. Flynn holding his hand up. “Can we drop it?” Michelle nodding agreeing. “Fine; but you guys can’t be fighting we have work to do. Save it for the Skor alright?”

Michelle checking the missed calls on the Skornhold phone. Flynn leaving the room. As he turns around to leave the agent walks in-front of him. “I need to talk.” Flynn confused. “What the hell?” Flynn backing up.

Michelle leaving her office. “What is going on between you two?” Michelle looking confused at Flynn and Ace. The Agent looking back towards Michelle: “I have a job to do. That involves interviewing Flynn. Can I at least do that?” Michelle shaking her head. “You’re still not telling me what this is about. What is going on?”

Ace scoffing: “I have to investigate every piece of information I get. It turns out you were completing a mission in an area of interest and I need to find out what you did there. Do we have an issue with this?”

Flynn turning back to Michelle rolling his eyes. “Whatever.” Walking passed the agent he storms into the interview room. Shouting back “Are you interviewing me or not?” The agent looking back to Michelle as he walks away. Michelle clearly not impressed by the two’s bickering. Walking back into her office.

Ace slamming the door behind him. Checking the recorder. Empty. Ace turns away leaving the room. Looking into a drawer besides the interview room. Pulling an empty SD card from the drawer entering the interview room again putting the SD card into the recorder. Turning it on.

Ace sitting down on the chair. SIlent.

Flynn glaring back at the Agent. The two clearly angry at each other.

Ace eventually closing his eyes calming himself down. Exhaling. “Look. I’m not picking on you. Alright?” Flynn turning his eyes away. “Really? Then I must be mistaken then.” Flynn still annoyed. The Agent Radford explaining: “My mother was murdered; but I think you’re aware of that. Cassandra Radford. Her last mission was at the Caravan Site. The SKOR that didn’t wasn’t found. Of course they suspected Vincent did it but you and I both know he didn’t work alone. So who did it? Who killed my mother and who is still killing us?” Flynn glaring at Radford. “I didn’t kill anybody. Do you want to do another blood test? Do you want more parasite?”

Radford slamming his hand on the desk. “I know you didn’t. So why the hell is Peter Foreman insinuating you? What happened when you went to the caravan site the other week.”

Flynn thinking back to the week he killed Vincent. Radford trying to put his annoyance and frustration of Flynn aside. “Did you meet an Ed’ Stark at the facility?”

Flynn nodding. “Sounds familiar. A veteran hunter. Bald head. Quite an old looking guy.” Radford surprised: “Did he say anything to you?” Flynn shaking his head.

Flynn describing what happened at the Caravan Site.

“I met up with Ed and he went over District Three protocols. Showed me the cages; the tranquilizers and all their equipment. I of course already had my Skornhold weapons on me so I went to the Caravan site earlier than the original plan. About an hour or so.

They agreed that I should patrol for 8 hours and investigate the site. See if I couldn’t find anything there. I parked my car up at the side of the road and explored the area.

Of course I couldn’t find a lot so I left even earlier at that. I was there for maybe… 5 hours?”

The Agent surprised: “Just 5 hours?” Flynn nodding: “Look. I know I should’ve stayed earlier but I couldn’t find anything. It was just a waste of time.” The agent thinking about it. Flynn still had 3 hours left before he left early.

It was possible that either the bad hunter wasn’t there or that he had missed Flynn because he left earlier than usual.

The Agent curious: “Anything else?” Flynn shaking his head. “Not that I know of. Look I’m not sure what you think I know. You can confirm it I returned my guns about 20 minutes later so that time will be marked here.”

The Agent turning the recorder off. Flynn confused: “That it?” The Agent looking back towards Flynn: “You didn’t know Cassandra. Did you?” Flynn shrugging. The Agent curious: “Did Ed say how long he worked in FT?” Flynn shaking his head. “He’s a veteran though isn’t he?”

Agent muttering. “So at least more than a year. I’m going down to the caravan site. Care to join me?” Flynn shaking his head. “Early night.” Agent hoping that Flynn would follow him.

Agent leaving the room. Michelle shouting back. “You got what you wanted then?” Agent turning to Michelle then continuing outside. Ignoring her. Michelle rolling her eyes in annoyance. Michelle muttering to Flynn as Flynn walks over to Michelle. “What’s gotten into him?”

Flynn shaking his head. “He has gotten wrapped up with District Three.” Michelle muttering quietly. “He still thinks District Three are bad? We need to work with them with this dead period or we’re not bringing in any income.” Flynn confused: “You’re suggesting we ignore his warnings then?” Michelle nodding. “We have too. It’s fine if we need to do anything with District Three we can do them together. No reason not to we just have to act cautiously right?”

Flynn agreeing.

The Agent heading outside on his private phone calling up Elisa. “I need your senses. Mind lending me a hand?” Elisa confused resting at home. “What do you mean?”

The Agent iterating: “A Skor is killing people at the Caravan Site outside of Forke. I’m want to investigate but alone if that SKOR is there I will be done for. I need a SKOR with a good nose to beat them at their own game. I think you’re that SKOR.

Just how good are your senses anyway?”

Elisa unsure how to answer that. “I suppose we’ll find out. Right?” The agent speaking seriously: “I need to know just how good you’re going to be. If you can’t sense the enemy we’ll both end up dead.” Elisa knowing what’s at stake. “I’ll do it. I’ll make it work.” The Agent grateful “Thank you. You’re doing a good thing for us. I might be able to help you out soon enough Elisa. So bare with us alright?” Elisa not certain what the agent is implying. I’ll pick you up at 6. Any problem with that?” Elisa thinking about it. “No. 6 will be fine.”

The Agent smiling: “Thank you Elisa. I’ll bring you something around I don’t want us to be undefended out there.” Elisa muttering quietly. “I still have something in my boot from when she took your weapons.” Elisa implying Baron. The agent surprised: “Guns?” Elisa agreeing: “Sorry. I forgot I still had the shotgun. I took it from her.” The agent muttering: “The skor?” Elisa agreeing.

“When we’re done I’ll need to take it back. You absolutely can’t be caught with that in your possession.” Elisa getting scolded by the Agent. Elisa understanding. The Agent is only trying to keep her and himself safe.

### Sunday; November 2nd 2014 5:58pm

The Agent arrives at Elisa’s flat. Looking at a large sheet covering what appears to be a table. Elisa removing glass tumblers and ornaments from off the metal off the box. Removing the white sheeting. The old rusty metal box stood concealed within the room prior. The Agent looking at the old metal box. Looking at Elisa. “You carried this home? Where did you find it?”

Elisa exclaiming: “It was in one of the garages. Baron was concealing it.” Elisa lifting the lid up on the metal box. Elisa exclaiming again. “I’m not sure if that was everything. This box feels very heavy even with just the case. The agent looking and pushing down on the box. A small hidden compartment lies underneath. The agent taking the shotgun out of the metal lock box propping it carefully against the wall. Turning to the now empty metal case.

Elisa explaining again: “The other pistol you found in his house wasn’t Vincent’s. That was Skornhold’s.” The Agent nodding. Knowing that much about the gun. Presuming initially that the gun was taken from Baron when she was hurt.

The Agent putting his fingers between two gaps in the case pulling a tray up. The agent’s eyes growing wide. “Oh… this.” Elisa shocked by the tray below.

In the secret compartment of the case is a large collection of various Hunter equipment likely taken by Baron.

One such item is a tranquilizer; darts and vials of Skornamide. The Agent picking up the vials of Skornamide. The Skornamide vials labelled with warnings.

The agent shocked. “Where did baron find this?” Elisa shaking her head. “One of the garages.” The agent confirming: “Where you severed Baron’s arm?” Elisa nodding.

The agent checking the date of the Skornamide. Looking up to Elisa. “I’m not sure this Skornamide is still good to use.” Elisa querying: “Skornamide goes bad?” The agent nodding. “To keep its potency they recommend not using it over 3 months old. This Skornamide is dated…” The agent holding up the Skornamide. “...January 2014. This Skornamide won’t be very potent… but we could always give it a try.” Elisa looking to the agent. “Do you know how to use it?” The agent nodding: “we don’t use the tranquilizer guns very often but we’ve got some fresh darts here and a good supply of Skornamide. Do you have something to measure the Skornamide with?” Elisa nodding. Running to her medicine cabinet pulling out a small measuring syringe. Closing the cabinet doors she rushes back to the agent handing it to him. The agent standing up with a vial of the Skornamide; and a fresh dart. The agent “Do you mind if I go fill this up? I’ll need some light.” Elisa nodding leading the agent to her desk. Turning the desk lamp on. The agent smiling: “Perfect. The agent setting the vial down on the table. Sitting down on the desk chair he begins to remove the lid of the vial. Using the syringe the agent intricately removes 5ml of the Tranquilizer. The agent observing the clarity of the Skornamide. I couldn’t tell you if there is any dangers in using Skornamide passed it’s recommended date… but then I could tell you that Skornamide already carries a certain level of danger anyway. It’s not well tested. Can produce a large amount of side-effects on the victim. One such side effect being death.”

Elisa nervous about the Skornamide. “But…?” The Agent explaining: “It’s also safer for us to use it and it’s rare that it will kill. If we had the facilities for it I’d suggest using Skornamide myself; but it’s not always appropriate.” Elisa reassuring herself. “But humane.” The Agent nodding: “Of course. Far more humane. I’d much prefer you to be carrying a tranquilizer than a gun Elisa. At least then you can claim you found it at the caravan site.” Elisa nervously: “So you don’t get in trouble?” The agent nodding. “Sorry. I’m going to have an easier time bailing you out if you’re seen holding a tranquilizer. It’s a far more forgivable offence. Shotguns are a no-no for a Rookie hunter. Imagine what they’d say to me if they saw you with a Shotgun?”

Elisa holding her hands up. The agent begins to hold the syringe. Gently dripping it into the Dart. The agent resealing the dart holding it up to the light. The agent turning to Elisa showing her the dart. “This dart is ready to go. It’s filled with Skornamide that is of a safe dosage for humans. So if you do accidentally fire it at someone it won’t kill them.” Elisa curious. “What about a SKOR?” The agent responding: “we’ll at least know they’re a SKOR. It will have no effect. Do you want me to test it?” Elisa assertively. “No.” The agent smiling standing up patting Elisa on the back. “I wouldn’t do that to you don’t worry about it.

We’ll be sticking this one in the arse of the SKOR that’s trying to kill us off.”

Elisa and the agent smiling to each other. Elisa heading out of the living room. The agent querying: “Got everything?” Elisa walking into the kitchen coming back out. Elisa is holding a banana. The agent smirking at Elisa command. “Onwards. We’ve got work to do you can eat on the way.”

### Sunday; November 2nd 2014 6:36pm

The agent and Elisa are parking up a distance away from the caravan site. The agent putting down the window muttering to Elisa. “Anything?” Elisa shaking her head. The agent getting out of the car. Elisa snapping: “Wait!” Elisa’s nose picking up a very faint and distant scent of blood. Elisa looking up at the agent. “It's not fresh though… we I am not certain. It is just so faint.” the agent nodding. Grabbing a torch from the glove compartment of the vehicles looking at Elisa. “Spare torch. If you need it.” The agent passing a spare torch to Elisa. Elisa pleading. “Wait. I don’t like this.” Elisa nervously. The agent again muttering quietly. “if we create a safeword we’ll flee.” The agent leaning in close whispering Elisa’s safe word. “Arkin” the agent smiling. “Ever thought of giving yourself a Skor name?” Elisa thinking about it. “Baron called me Runt.” The agent chuckling; “Runt is confusing but I suppose it works. Then on the phone that is what I will call you.” The agent and Elisa make their way towards the caravan site. Elisa is nervously scanning the horizon her eyes shifting from side to side. Elisa can smell the scent of old dry blood getting stronger. Elisa muttering “Is it safe to force?” the agent whispering back. “Not just yet. If you do just cover yourself. Alright?” Elisa nodding putting her hood up. Forcing her body. For elisa she can feel the horizon brightening as her eyes adapt to the surroundings her nose and ears getting sharper. Senses improving.

Elisa and the agent stop at one of the caravans.

The windows of the caravan ate smashed. Bullet holes penetrating the outer shell. The agent in a whisper: “Anything?”

Elisa can hear a distant scrunching of dirt and debris. Elisa jolting around looking towards one of the caravans and the direction of the sound. The agent holding his torch up. Elisa putting her finger out to tell him to wait. The agent lowering his torch. Elisa pushing the agent behind the caravan gently. The agent nervous. Elisa catching the movement in the caravan window. Elisa backing up.

Elisa’s eyes staring on towards the Caravan. Elisa can hear subtle movements in the caravan.

Elisa bending down to the floor her eyes still on the caravan. The night vision brightening the interior of the caravan. Elisa tugging off her shoes placing them behind the caravan. Claws protruding from out of her socks. Elisa using her ability to sneak towards the caravan. The agent watching as Elisa sneaks off towards the darkness nervously.

Elisa taking the tranquilizer from out of her trousers and puts it up in front of her. Sneaking quietly towards the front of the caravan. Elisa stopping at the rear of the caravan. Listening closely again. Silence. Elisa looking back towards the agent. Then back again towards the caravan. Elisa catching sight of a back door leaning off of its hinges. Bent and smashed. Elisa can hear a faint sound of breathing. Someone is waiting for her behind that door. Elisa nervously leaning back against the metal rusty shell of the caravan. Elisa closing her eyes briefly. Elisa walking slowly around to the front of the caravan her feet silently shifting on the cold dirt. Elisa can hear the creaking of the caravan. As elisa makes it to the front of the caravan fast movement bellows from inside the caravan vibrating elisa jumping back avoid whatever is inside.

Smashing through the front of the caravan a large black silhouette. The target in question adorning heavy riot gear. Claws visibly protracting from out of the gloves. The target shoeless. Their claws protruding from their toes. Elisa running. The hidden skor pulling a gun from the holster firing towards Elisa. Elisa jumping aside. The dart passing besides her. Elisa turning back holding her dart gun up. Elisa knowing her gun will not work on the Skor. Elisa growling: “Who are you?” the Skor remains quiet. The skor charging towards Elisa.

In the distance the agent is watching the two as they fight. The agent not being able to see into the darkness. The agent hearing some more footsteps approaching Elisa and the Skor. The shouting of a man in the distance. “The agent is here!” The man pointing to the caravan. The agent turning on the torch pointing it towards the man. Elisa dashing towards the agent. Elisa shouting. “Run!” the Skor’s attention now on the agent. Believing him to be a worse threat. The man looking towards Elisa drawing a pistol. Elisa taking the safety off of the tranquilizer. Dashing close to the man. Aiming it she pulls the trigger. The tranquilizer dart firing into the arm of the man. The man stumbling back. His knees falling to the floor. Clearly made dizzy by the tranquilizer. The Skor snarling at the man. In a muffled and rough tone: “Damnit. You’ve failed me.” the skor turning around to the man clearly on the floor passing out. The Skor picking up his unconscious body carrying him away. The agent out of breath falling back onto his ass. Elisa running towards him. “Are you alright?” Elisa deeply concerned for the agent. The agent nodding. “I’m fine Elisa. You got that son of a bitch away. Let’s get out of here” The agent still out of breath stumbling to his feet.

Elisa holding the agent up supporting him back to his car.

The agent starting up the car reversing away from the caravan site. Elisa exclaiming: “We should come back tomorrow morning; if you can’t see it will be a problem.”

The agent in agreement. “I am going to need more fire power. That skor was bulletproof.” Elisa apologetically: “I know that man was a human I shouldn’t have used the tranquilizer. The agent smiling. “I’m glad you did. If you hadn’t of done that he would have killed me. I’m grateful elisa.” Elisa explaining: “The Skornamide wasn't very potent.” the agent agreeing “It’s too old so it isn’t as effective but it still got him on the ground. I am glad it wasn’t potent. He will be fine; I will pay a visit to District Three and see if anybody's feeling the side effects of Skornamide.

### Sunday; November 2nd 2014 9:24pm

The agent returning to his flat. “Do you mind if you stay with me tonight?” Elisa shaking her head.

Elisa feeling dizzy again holding her head leaning back against the Agent’s sofa. The agent putting his hand on her forehead. The agent curious: “How old are you Elisa?” Elisa thinking. “My father thought 19.” The agent nodding. “Certainly not growing pains…” the agent taking a small light from his pocket shining it at Elisa. Elisa nervously. “I’m not a genius for assuming you haven’t ever seen a doctor am I?” Elisa quiet as the agent continues to look at her. The agent asking Elisa: “Have you felt you’re passing out or forgetful… anything like that?” Elisa explaining. “Dizziness and blurred vision. That’s about it.” The agent not finding anything. “You’re hot but I can’t see anything wrong with you. Maybe you’re just coming down with something or perhaps you’re not eating enough.” Elisa thinking about it.

The agent looking in his cabinet grabbing a small tube of tablets from the back shelf. Closing the cabinet he turns to Elisa passing Elisa some Vitamins.

Elisa taking them confused looking up at the Agent. “Vitamins. Chew them it might make you feel better.” Elisa nodding.

Elisa grabbing a tablet she begins to chew it. Cringing with the taste closing one eye. The agent smiling. “Sorry. They don’t taste good but at least they’ll help.”

The agent sitting down on the chair. Picking up a magazine from off the table reading it.

“I know I don’t have much for you to do here; but I’d rather you stay here with me than go back home. I’m not sure if Vincent told our target where you lived. At least we can protect each other here.” The agent is flipping the pages skimming them. Elisa noticing the magazine. “What’s that?” The agent looking back at Elisa. “News. Something to keep us Agents informed I suppose.”

The agent thinking back to the very large bulky skor wearing bullet proof riot gear. The agent thinking about it. “I am more than convinced that skor we saw earlier Elisa was a hunter. That equipment was bullet proof. I assume purchased from Central.”

Elisa commenting: “He had it modified. Right?” The agent nodding. The agent sitting back dangling one arm over the armrest of the chair tilting his head back rubbing his palm on his head.

Meanwhile

### Sunday; November 2nd 2014 9:29pm

“District Three just sent me a mission at the Caravan site scheduled for 2:00pm. It’s just 5 hours this time. I assume so we stick around.” Michelle nodding as Flynn talks about the details. Michelle picking up an ornament holding it and looking at it. Turning her face towards Flynn in a confused manner. “The agent doesn’t know?” Flynn nodding.

Michelle relieved putting her hand on her chest exhaling. Removing her hand looking back at Flynn.

Michelle exclaiming “2:00pm tomorrow then.”